1 comments/ 42033 views/ 2 favorites Gift For Brenda Ch. 1 By: BillsTheName Chapter 1 Wow! That was the only word I could find to describe the last 24 hours. It had started simply enough on Friday night. Suzie, my wife of 25 years, had gone out to dinner with her friend Brenda. Brenda was recently separated and she and my wife had begun an almost regular "date" on Friday nights. Usually they went out to dinner and then for a few drinks afterwards. However, on this Friday night Suzie had mentioned that Brenda was feeling kind of depressed and they were just going to whip up something quick at Brenda's house and then sit around having a few drinks and some girl talk. Brenda was having somewhat of a hard time adjusting to her new single life. She had been married for almost twenty years but unknown to even her close friends, she and her husband hadn't slept together for the last three years. Finally, fed up with the celibate life, Brenda had moved out of the house. Now that she had moved out she found her life no less celibate. She had only dated a couple of times and both of those guys had more problems than Brenda wanted to get involved with. So recently she had limited her nights out to dinner with some of her female friends such as my wife. So this history was the backdrop to the bombshell that was dropped on me late Friday night. Around midnight I had finally gotten sleepy waiting for my wife to return and went to bed without her. Normally Suzie came home around 10:00 on these nights out, but as I mentioned Brenda was kind of upset tonight so I guessed she had stayed later than normal. Then around 12:30 my wife quietly crept into the bedroom, stripped of all of her clothes and snuggled up to me, naked and spooned me, in our bed. Turning my head slightly I gave Suzie a quick kiss and told her good night. "How was Brenda doing?" I asked somewhat sleepily. "Not too good," was Suzie's concerned reply. "What's wrong," I asked turning over to face Suzie. "Well... you know one of the reasons she left Peter was because of his total lack of interest in sex. Now that she's moved out she still hasn't dated anyone that's interested in her - sexually. " "You've got to be kidding, as great as she looks? I can't believe that she isn't fighting off guys with a stick. Especially those guys that she dated. I mean really, she is one hot forty year old," I replied, maybe a little too enthusiastically. Brenda was a petite brunette and although certainly not voluptuous was well proportioned for her frame. She had a wonderful personality and was a toucher. Quite often during conversation she would reach out and place her warm hand on my arm as she made a point. Those touches never failed in warming more than just the part of my anatomy that she touched. Secretly, I had always had a crush on Brenda. I have always kidded and joked around with Brenda – primarily to be rewarded with her hand being placed on my arm, shoulder, or on rare occasions, my leg. My wife had even noticed this once and jokingly accused Brenda of trying to seduce me. When Brenda started apologizing Suzie had interrupted her and simply told her, 'I don't care where he gets his appetite, as long as he comes home to eat. ' This tacit approval on Suzie's part seemed to result in Brenda increasing the frequency and intensity of those touches. "She just feels very old and unattractive because of her marriage and recent dating experiences," Suzie explained, breaking me from my day dreaming about Brenda's body and warm touch. "Well, I for one can't see how she would have any trouble getting laid – and that's probably just what she needs right now," I joked as I gave Suzie a quick kiss on the lips. "Yeah, and you'd probably be first in line to volunteer for the job, wouldn't you?" Suzie joked as she gave me a short but lusty kiss. "Do I get in trouble if I answer that question truthfully?" I asked, smiling in the darkened room. The combination of her naked body against mine, her hugs and kisses, and maybe even some of the talk about Brenda soon had my erection starting to poke out from my briefs. "I think you just gave me your answer," Suzie laughed as she reached down to touch my erection. "Nope. That's all for you, honey. Brenda is totally off limits. I mean with you as a wife how could I possibly ever want another woman?" I asked trying to dig out of the hole my rising dick was digging for me. "No, truthfully, I want to hear your answer. Would you be first in line to fuck Brenda, if it weren't for me?" "Well... If you really want the truth... Yeah. If you and I weren't married – very happily I might add - I might try and go after Brenda physically. As I said she is a hot, sexy woman. I think she's just been without 'good' sex for so long that she doesn't have any confidence in herself - sexually. And she probably gives off those vibes to the guys she's been dating. " Stifling a yawn Suzie snuggled up to me a little closer. "Maybe you're right," Suzie responded. "Do you mind if we wait until in the morning to get up close and personal to this?" Suzie inquired, squeezing my now waning erection. I'm kind of tired after this long week and tonight over at Brenda's?" Suzie asked. "Sure, no problem," I replied, trying to sound positive through my disappointment. Oh well, waking up in the morning to a nice slow fuck wouldn't be the worst that could happen to an old married guy. "Oh, by the way, I told Brenda you would go over tomorrow sometime and help her hang some curtains," Suzie countered, changing the subject. "Fine, but only if you 'pay' me first," I joked reaching down to lightly squeeze the naked cheeks of her ass. "Oh you'll get paid alright," Suzie smiled back as she gave me a light kiss on the lips. "Now, Good Night. " Saturday mornings were usually our day to sleep late and lie around in bed snuggling. The snuggling more often that not turning into a nice, romantic coupling. On this day I slowly woke from my sleep and, reaching over for my wife, found the bed empty. Remembering Suzie's promise from the night before I waited a few minutes assuming Suzie had simply gone to the bathroom. After she had not returned for several minutes I got up and went looking for her. Walking into the den I found Suzie wrapped in a blanket, sitting in a chair and vacantly starring out the window. "Is something wrong," I asked walking up to her and kissing her good morning. "How long have you been up?" "I've been up since before the sun came up. No, nothing's wrong really. I've just been sitting here thinking,' Suzie replied turning toward me and taking my hands in hers. "Sit down here with me I want to talk to you about something," Suzie responded making room for me in the big overstuffed chair. Uh oh, I thought, this sounds like something serious. "I've been thinking about something you said last night – about Brenda. When you said she probably didn't have any confidence in herself sexually. " "Okay, so who do want to set her up with that can build that confidence back up?" I asked. "You," was her one word reply. Not really hearing her at first, I asked "Who?" "You. I want you to have sex with Brenda," Suzie countered. "What???" I asked incredulously. "What are you talking about?" shock still registering on my face. "Hear me out Bill," Suzie continued quickly as she looked deep into my eyes. "You and I have a wonderful and secure marriage. Otherwise I could never consider something like this. But I'm really serious. I think you would be the perfect partner for Brenda. She told me that she hasn't had sex in over three years. She's afraid that she's forgotten how... and I can't think of anyone better than you to 'teach' her how to have sex again. I mean, after all, you taught me everything I know about sex," Suzie smiled at me. Several minutes lapsed as I just sat there, staring at Suzie. Several times I started to say something, but words just didn't come to me. Suzie's suggestion had left me totally speechless. Suzie continued, "Look, I know you love me and I'm very secure in that. I'm not talking about you having an affair with Brenda. I'm just talking about the two of you getting together physically – just for sex. And as long as I know about it – and I'll want all the details later – I think it's a great idea. Brenda just doesn't believe that she is sexually desirable and it's been so long since she's had sex I don't think she's ever going to initiated it with one of her dates. So... I think having sex with you might just be the nudge that she needs. " "But... I... Uhh... " Still fumbling with my words I didn't know quite what to say in response. Suzie continued, "I think that as long as all three of us are open and honest with one another this will work. " "But what about Brenda? What does she have to say about this... this 'Arrangement'?" "I haven't told her about it yet. Although I did joke with her about 'loaning out my husband' when she asked about getting your help hanging the curtains," Suzie explained. "So I'm just supposed to go over there, hang her curtains, fuck her and then come home to you and expect our marriage to be the same?" I asked, still taken aback by my wife's suggestion. "No. No. No. " she interrupted. "Not like that. Well not exactly anyway. My idea was for you to go over there and spend the day... and night with Brenda. Not 'fuck' her but spend the rest of the weekend 'making love' to her," Suzie explained. "And you're comfortable with that... you actually want me to have sex with your best friend?" I questioned, still not convinced this was a good idea. "Yes, I do, and yes, I'm completely comfortable with it... believe it or not. I've spent the last several hours thinking about it... Arguing with myself... And I'm completely comfortable with the idea. " Standing up Suzie took me in her arms, "I love you... And I love Brenda. The two of you are the two closest people in my life. I love Brenda enough to share my husband with her... And I'm comfortable enough in your love for me to let it happen... Even encourage it," she stated, sealing her statement with a warm loving kiss. "So what am I supposed to do? Go over there today to hang her curtains and seduce her... without warning?" I asked. "Nope. I'm going with you. We'll both go over there. Spend some time with Brenda and then I'll explain my idea... I'll hang around long enough to see that things are going okay... Then I'll slip out and come home. In order to give you and her plenty of time I'll take the car and come back to pick you up tomorrow afternoon... So... what do you think?" Suzie asked, holding me in her arms and looking into my eyes. Still almost speechless, I didn't really know what to say. Was Suzie for real? She didn't usually play games, but was she really trying to test me? Was I supposed to say 'No'? I thought to my self. "Before you answer me, I want you to understand that I really am serious... " Reaching down she took my limp penis in her hand and gave it a firm squeeze. Then almost as if she was reading my thoughts she added, "I'm not playing a game with you... Not trying to test you... I've spent a long time thinking about this and I really want to do this for Brenda. The only question is" Are you willing to do this for me?" Okay, now let me get this straight. Here is my wife asking me if I'll fuck her gorgeous best friend. And do it for 'her'??? I wanted to pinch myself to see if I was awake. "There's only one catch," she added. Okay here it comes... here's the 'rest of the story,' I thought. "I think this will only work if you tell me everything that went on between the two of you afterwards... Hold nothing back... Complete honesty and trust," she finished, sealing her little speech with a warm tongue filled kiss. Just as my dick was starting to rise to attention she broke the kiss, pulled away from me. " One other thing... Brenda is VERY sensitive right now... You've got to be very careful with her feelings... Don't push her into anything... But slowly encourage her. I know that Brenda used to be very adventurous in sex... But Peter ruined that for her. For the last few years that her and Peter did still try and have sex it was always man on top and in her words 'b-o-r-i-n-g!' But it's been so long for her you've got to take it slow... Build up gradually. I know you are a very loving and giving man when having sex... So turn on a little of that charm of yours for her. Now you go take a shower and get ready while I call Brenda and tell her we're both coming over. I'll tell her to take a shower and get dressed so she and I can go out shopping while you work on the curtains. Then once we get over there, we'll all three sit down and talk. I'll explain my plan... And then leave the two of you alone. " Chapter 2 Walking to the bathroom in a daze, I took a shower, got dressed and then Suzie and I ate a quick breakfast. We exchanged very few words then or during our short drive over to Brenda's house. As soon as we arrived Suzie took Brenda by the arm am they went into the bedroom alone. I sat down on the sofa and quietly stared at the blank and silenced TV screen. I don't think I really woke up until I realized I heard Suzie say something. She and Brenda were standing arm in arm at the door to the hallway. "So... What's your answer?" Suzie was asking me. "I... I don't know... What was the question?" I asked looking at both girls as they burst out laughing. It was obvious that everyone was nervous because what ever it was that I had been asked soon took a back seat to all three of us laughing together wildly until tears were rolling down all of our cheeks – and I still didn't know what we were laughing about. Finally getting her breath back from the laughing episode Suzie explained, "Didn't you hear my question? I have just finished telling Brenda all about our conversation this morning and I asked you if you were ready. " "Well... Uhh... To be serious I don't know. " Patting the seat beside of me I told them both, "Sit down for a minute and let's talk about this a little while. " "No," Suzie replied rather emphatically. "We've all already talked about it. I love and trust both of you. Now," she replied softly "It's time for me to leave the two of you alone. " Hugging Brenda one last time Suzie held Brenda's shoulders in her two hands, looked into her eyes and said, "Brenda, I love you very, very much, this is something I really want to do for you. " Suzie then took Brenda by the hand as she slowly walked over to the sofa, pulled me up with both hands, put her arms around me and hugged me - lovingly. Pulling back from me I could see a small trace of tears in her eyes as she whispered, "Bill, I love you so much. " Placing Brenda's hands in mine she turned and walked quickly out of the house. For several minutes Brenda and I just stood as if rooted to the floor. Total silence engulfed the entire house as we pensively looked at one another... Neither of us knowing what to say... Or do. Although only inches separated us... It seemed as though we were miles apart... And those miles were reassuring in some sense. Finally, breaking the silence, I hoarsely croaked, "Well this is a little uncomfortable, isn't it?" I could see the hurt look in Brenda's face as she dropped my hands and started to leave the room. Rushing toward her I grabbed her and turned her toward me, our bodies just barely touching. "What I meant was that this was an awkward moment. Standing her with you... Like this... Having just been told by my wife that she wants the two of us to... To have sex... You don't find this a little awkward?" "No, you're right. I guess 'awkward' is the best way to describe it," Brenda replied. Letting her hands rest lightly on my waist Brenda looked up into my eyes. Standing this close to her I could smell the fragrance of her hair... The light scent of her perfume... Feel her soft hands on my waist... Sense her warm body against me... For several more seconds we stood there... Looking into each other's eyes... Holding each other loosely in our arms. Maybe this would be a good time to describe Brenda for you. In a single word – petite. Brenda is short, maybe 5'3" or 5'4" and probably weighs less than 110 soaking wet. Her legs are slim but well toned, her hips narrow; her stomach is flat but non-existent. Brenda's breasts are small but probably best described as pert. Because her breasts are so small Brenda almost never wears a bra, but her tits sit up high and her nipples point directly outward... More than once Suzie has nudged me for staring at her eraser size nipples that were nudging out from the sheer, button up blouses she seems to always wear. In direct contrast to Suzie's more voluptuous body I have always been intrigued by Brenda's body... Even had some erotic fantasies thinking about what it might be like to have my head buried in her snatch with her legs wrapped tightly around my head. Still looking deep into my eyes Brenda spoke softly, "Bill, I understand if you don't want to... to have to go through with this. I know I'm not as attractive as Suzie... that I'm not as sexy as she is. " Placing my finger over her lips I quieted her voice. "Listen, Brenda. Whoever has told you that you aren't beautiful... That you aren't sexy as hell... Well, they're just plain stupid. I love my wife very much. I do think she is a beautiful and sexy woman. But her beauty and sex appeal don't cancel out your own. Since the first day I met you I have always thought you were a very beautiful woman. You have the sexiest eyes I have ever seen... I tell Suzie that you have bedroom eyes... I could get lost in the dark depth of them. " Reaching up I took a small handful of her luxuriant hair in my hand. "I love the way the light catches in your hair... it seems to shimmer. " Then lowering my hand to her face I held her chin in my hand and point her face toward mine, "your little nose is so cute... I just love the way it sits proudly on your face... and your lips... " leaning closer to her mouth I continued... "You have such kissable lips... they always seem to be so moist... just sitting there waiting for someone to kiss them," I whispered. Holding her face lightly in my hand I lean forward and bring my own lips down to where they almost touch hers before moving my face back to look into her eyes... seeking her permission before continuing. Unable to read her expression I slowly lower my lips to hers... softly letting my lips press against hers I pull gently on her lower lip before allowing my tongue to cautiously slip between them... coming into contact with her closed teeth I leave my tongue to roam freely between her lips and gum... once again tugging lightly on her bottom lip... silently asking for permission to enter her mouth. Almost as if I had flipped a switch I feel Brenda's body relax into my arms... simultaneously her mouth opens, sucking my tongue inside... her left hand leaves my waist and grasps the back of my head... pulling my mouth tightly against hers... greedily, she sucks on my tongue. It's almost as if we were both starving, our mouths against one another... our tongues dueling with each other... tasting each other... exploring the depths of the other's mouth. We continue kissing... devouring one another's mouth. As the head from our kiss spreads through our bodies I feel mine starting to react... I feel the pulses of my penis trapped between our bodies as the first throbs of my erection begin. Putting my left arm behind Brenda's back I lower my right hand to her hips and pull her hard against me... pressing my erection firmly against her stomach. Suddenly, worried about Brenda's reaction to my boldness, I pull my body back slightly and start to break our kiss. Sensing my movement Brenda pulls my face harder against hers... as she lowers her right hand to my hips to pull me tight against her... rubbing her body knowingly against my erection... a guttural moan rises from my throat, passes through my mouth into hers before echoing into a whimper in her own throat. Gift For Brenda Ch. 2 Note to the Reader: In the first Part Suzie has "given" her husband to her best friend Brenda for the weekend. Brenda has recently left a sexless marriage from a very repressed husband and she is feeling very lonely. Suzie thinks Bill is just the ticket to help Brenda through her doldrums. You might want to go back and read the first submission before starting this one. * * * * * I didn't know how long we lay like that... my body draped lightly over hers... the tip of my now limp penis nestled just inside her. Almost simultaneously we both began to stir slightly... our senses slowly returning... slowly becoming aware of our surroundings... of each other. Rising up on my elbows, we looked at each other and almost simultaneously spoke "Wow!" I softly asked, "Am I hurting you? Do we need to move?" "No. I'm fine... really fine... great actually... wonderful," Brenda smiled up at me. Then burying her head in my neck she started stumbling over her words again. "Bill... I... I'm sorry... sorry for being so vulgar a while ago... " "Sorry?" I interrupted. "How can you be sorry for anything we just did?" pulling her chin up, willing her to look at me. "There was nothing wrong with anything you said – or anything that we just did. Understand? I think it's very sexy for a woman to really 'let go' vocally like that during sex. I mean after all... when we're being that open... that intimate... how can using words to describe it be wrong. " "Then you don't think I'm horrible for what I said... what I screamed out when you were... uhhh... making love to me?" Brenda continued haltingly. "Brenda, nothing you said was horrible... or even bad. You were turned on... I was turned on... the words you used... we used... the things we did together were just natural. Okay?" Silently Brenda shook her head and then whispered a weak, "Okay" in response. Nestling her head back in my shoulder Brenda brought her hand up to my face and started lightly touching my cheek... my lips. "Why don't we roll over on our sides so I don't squash you?" I asked, concerned about the weight of my body on her tiny frame. "Mmmm... I don't want to move... I can still feel you inside of me," Brenda quietly muttered. We lay still for a few more minutes... reveling in the afterglow of our coupling... enjoying the feel of our naked skin touching... her hand drifting from my face down to my neck... moving to my back... and then lower to lightly tease the dimple at the juncture of my ass cheeks. "Bill, can I ask you to do something for me?" "Mmmm.. right now you can ask me for anything Brenda. " Then raising my head and smiling at her, "Let me guess, you want me to hang those curtain rods for you. Right?" "Can you turn over without slipping out of me?" she asked. "I don't know... I'm not hard anymore... I'm just barely inside you... so it may slip out. But we can try," I answered. Carefully we attempted to roll over... keeping our bodies pressed tightly against one another in a successful effort to keep ourselves joined together – barely. "So is that what you wanted to ask me? Or was there something else?" I questioned. "No, there was something else," Brenda replied folding her arms over my chest and resting her chin in her hands. "Peter is the only man I've ever been with," and then quickly adding with a smile "before you that is. Well... Peter was always very inhibited... with his body. Back when we did still have sex it was always with the lights off... the covers pulled up tight... and... well... the only time I've ever seen a man's... uh... thing was.. " Interrupting Brenda I asked, "Brenda is 'thing' what you call a penis with your girlfriends... or in your own mind? It's a dick... a cock... or if you will a penis... but it's not a thing. Now stop being so embarrassed and call it what you want to," I replied a little stronger than I had intended. Emboldened by my little speech Brenda Continued, "Okay... I've never really seen a man's 'dick' except in pictures... I've never really touched and looked at one... up close and personal... so I was wondering... "Wondering if now that you've been made love to with my dick, if you could get a little closer look at it?" I teased. "Yeah, that's kind of what I meant. Can I look at it... can I, huh... please?" she teasingly asked. For some reason we both found that hilariously funny and began laughing... our bodies shaking until suddenly my penis slid from her still slippery pussy. "Whoops," she giggled "I didn't mean for that to happen. " "Well I told you that I wasn't hard anymore," I replied defensively. "But it still feels nice with you lying on top of me like this. " "Not hard anymore, huh?" she replied coyly. "Maybe we should see what we can do about that... Or better yet maybe we should see what I can do about that," Brenda teased rocking her body back and forth against mine. Then realizing what she had said, Brenda embarrassingly hid her face in her hands. Gently rubbing her soft, naked body I whispered in her ear, "Brenda, stop being so bashful. I told you anything we did or said was completely natural. Okay? Just relax. " Brenda seemed to contemplate what I had said for a minute or so before lifting her head to look into my eyes again. Her facial expression shifted from embarrassment to seriousness to merriment. Then her eyes seemed to become a darker shade. Fixing her eyes intently on my own Brenda began a slow jungle crawl backwards down my body – her eyes never leaving my own. As her head came even with my penis she took her eyes off me and stared intently at my dick. "It's... beautiful... all wet with our juices... just gently and quietly lying there... it's just beautiful," she whispered huskily. Then taking my shrunken organ in her hand she began to blow her warm breath against me. Looking briefly up at me "Your not to cover this up the entire weekend. I want to be able to see it anytime I want," she ordered with a smile. Using her tongue she reached out and just barely touched the moist tip. "Uhh Brenda... don't you want me to wash up first? Clean my come off?" I asked. "No!" Brenda strongly replied. "I want to taste it just like it is... all wet and shiny. Besides, a really close friend once told me 'a little come never hurt anyone'," she replied grinning back up at me. In one smooth motion Brenda sucked my glistening dick completely into her mouth... her lips sinking to the bottom of my shaft. "Ummmm," she moaned letting my dick slip from her mouth. "You taste wonderful... we taste wonderful. I love the taste of it... of your come... well actually our come. " Then Brenda once again became silent as she greedily sucked my spent penis back into her mouth. Pulling my penis from her mouth... a thread of and saliva and juices still connecting us... not taking her eyes off my growing erection she whispered, "I've never done this before Bill. Tell me if I do something wrong. " Then before waiting for a response she quickly sucked my dick back into her mouth. Swirling her tongue around the sides, my erection started to grow in her mouth... the growth causing the sides of her cheeks to expand. My moans of approval encouraging her, Brenda became a woman possessed. Taking to it naturally she used one of her hands around the base to steady it in her mouth, while the other was wrapped snuggly around my balls... it was very apparent that this blow job was not being given for my pleasure... her technique was almost carnivorous... but what ever the intent, my pleasure was certainly the result. Quickly my dick sprang back to life. Brenda was totally lost in getting as much joy and pleasure as she could from the touch, taste, feel and heat of my now full erection. I was totally lost in a blow job to top all blow jobs. Oral sex with my wife Suzie has always been great... I dearly love to eat her sweet tasting pussy and can do so for hours... however, she doesn't have the same desire for going down on me. Don't get me wrong she sucks my dick pretty darn good... it's just obvious that she doesn't love it... not like Brenda apparently has discovered that she does. Removing her hands from my penis and balls to place them on my hips Brenda began using her mouth to fuck my erection... up and down her mouth went... rising almost to the top then plunging back down to nestle her nose and lips in my pubic hair... up and down her mouth went... rising till just the head was in her mouth... sucking... swirling her tongue over the tip... pulling with her mouth while shaking her head from side to side... then plunging back down to entirely engulf me in the warm cavern of her mouth... if I was not receiving so much pleasure from her mouth her actions would seem almost violent in nature. Being so engrossed in the mind-numbing blow job I was receiving I had completely failed to notice what Brenda was doing with the rest of her body. As Brenda had crawled down my body she had come to rest with her pussy lying over the top of my right leg, near the ankle. Now she was using the firm bone of my shin to rub against herself. Her wet pussy had coated it allowing her to rock, rub and slide her clit against me. It was apparent from her sensual actions that this combination was pushing her closer and closer to an orgasm. Brenda became an erotic, orchestrated blur of activities... bouncing her head up and down on my erection... rocking her pelvis up and down on my leg... while at the same time moving her hips back and forth... back and forth against me... totally lost in the pleasurable sensations of humping her pussy against my leg. Brenda's breathing became more and more erratic as her release approached closer and closer... moans seemed to rise from deep within her body as she inched nearer... almost there... suddenly she pulled her mouth completely off my dick... gripped my almost painful erection firmly in her hand and began screaming... "AAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! OHHHH GODDDDDDD!!!!! I'M COMING!!!!!! I'M COMING" her hips now pounding her pubic bone against me... "UNNNNHHHHH!!!!!! I'M COMING AGAIN"... her body went completely rigid with pleasure before once again releasing it to rock herself against my leg... searching for another release... "Unhhhhh... so good... soooo goooddd... Mmmmmmm!!!!" Four different times Brenda's body stiffened in pleasure before flexing enough to once again ride my leg to another orgasm. Finally totally spent Brenda collapsed against me. Trapping the stiffness of my erection between my abdomen and her cheek she fought to bring her breathing under control... her hands still tightly gripping my penis. "Wow! That was... intense," Brenda dreamily intoned. Then realizing she had a death grip on my erection she let me go. "Oh. I hope I didn't hurt you. It was just so... Wow!... I just got so... lost... so wrapped up in coming I kind of forgot myself for a minute there. " "No. You didn't hurt me Brenda," I explained. "That was the most amazing blow job I have ever had. But it's a good thing you did get such a strong grip on me when you came... because feeling you... seeing you... hearing you come like that... I was only seconds from shooting off inside your mouth. " Raising her head from my erection Brenda asked, "Really? Did I do it right? Did you like it?" Not bothering to answer I flexed my penis... now just millimeters in front of her face... forcing another small drop of pre-cum to ooze from the tip. "Oh. I guess you did," she smiled broadly. "Or at least HE did anyway. " Holding my erection steadily in both hands she greedily snaked her tongue out to lick the drops of liquid away. The attention causing my erection to painfully flex in her grasp. "You know Brenda... if that was your first time then I would say you definitely are a natural at it," I smiled longingly at her. "Mmmm... and I can't wait to get some more practice in," Brenda replied before noisily sucking me into her mouth. "Unnhhh... that feels so nice," I moaned out. But tapping her on the cheek I motioned for her to move her mouth away. "Brenda, just remember... this weekend is your gift... entirely for you... for your pleasure," I continued. "So... instead of giving me another wonderful blow job why don't you tell me what you want. " "Mmmm... I want this," Brenda sighed, taking me back into her mouth. Then pulling her head up she looked up at me... her dark hair falling sexily across my face... lightly tickling my body. "Bill... I want to taste you... I want to taste your come," Brenda sexily declared. Then adding, "I want you to come in my mouth. " Tenderly Brenda lowered her mouth back down over my pole... breathing deeply through her nose... she removed the hand that was gripping me by the base and carefully lowered her mouth on me until her nose and lips rested firmly against my pubic hair... all six inches of my dick hidden within her... holding the position for several seconds Brenda worked her throat muscles in and attempt to swallow... the sensations causing my dick to pulse involuntarily. Slowly Brenda backed her mouth back off my erection. "Wowww!," she smiled up at me. "You Wow?.. ME Wow!," I hoarsely responded. "That was incredible!" I complimented her. "Well, I've never really had much of a gag reflex... and I've always wanted to try that," Brenda explained. "Now! You just like back and enjoy... or let me enjoy," she ordered. Then, looking up at me with her dark, sexy eyes, "And remember... I want to taste you... I want you to come like this. " "Well about two more strokes like that last one and you're going to get you wish," I warned. "Mmmm! Promise?" she teased. Taking my balls in one hand and the base of my dick in the other, Brenda once again hungrily sucked me into her mouth. Wrapping her fingers around my balls to separate them from my penis Brenda lightly tugged them away from my body. Moans escaped from my mouth as she once again started jacking her mouth up and down my dick... saliva coating and lubricating my shaft as her lips formed a tight 'O' around me... her tongue doing wonderful things to the tip as she pulled her head back up. My moans and breathing became more and more erratic as I quickly slipped close to my own release... my hips rising slightly off the bed.. pushing me deeper into her mouth... Brenda carefully lowered her mouth back down... once again moving her hand from the shaft to allow her lips to press firmly against my pubic hair... the tip of my dick was now nestled lightly against the back of her throat... the muscles of my abdomen began rising up and down as I could feel my orgasm quickly building... Then simultaneously... Brenda began working the muscles of her throat... pulling and lightly squeezing my balls... as her other hand slipped between my legs... her fingers pressing firmly at the base of my dick... suddenly... "AHHH!!! I'M COMING," I shouted. Lightening burst! Lights flashed! I saw stars! As my orgasm burst from me... the first strong pulses forcing my juice straight down the back of Brenda's throat. Swallowing hungrily Brenda raised her head slightly to give her hand room to work the bottom of my dick... using this hand Brenda milked me through six or seven strong bursts... each time greedily sucking my come into her mouth... swallowing hungrily... not allowing a single drop to go to waste... pulling her head completely off she continued milking my waning erection of the last vestiges of juice... my body shuddering in final release as I melted into the bed. Brenda continued her milking action until she looked up at me and said poutingly, "It's all gone. I can't get any more to come out. " Then squeezing my shrunken member one last time, "Ooops.. there's one more drop. " Insatiably she reached out with her tongue to draw this final drop into her mouth. Unable to speak I lazily looked down at Brenda and just sighed. She looked like a kid on Christmas morning... obvious glee on her face. Her I was totally drained and Brenda appeared to be completely energized. "That was great, Bill!" she excitedly exclaimed. "I think I'm addicted. Did you like it?" A huge smile and "Mmmm!" was all I could manage as I lay exhausted from Brenda's work. Animatedly Brenda interrupted my attempts at recuperation, "Hey! I think we should call Suzie. I need to thank her for the neat present. " Not waiting for an answer from me Brenda bounded up and reached for the phone. "Thank you. Thank you. Thank you," Brenda practically yelled into the phone. Then listening for a few seconds. "Mmmmm. Actually we just finished the second round," Brenda giggled. "By the way.. how long does it take Bill to recuperate? Right now he's just lying here on the bed staring off into space... every once in a while he sort of moans incoherently. " Write and tell me what you think about the story line. I'll probably complete the story in two more installments. Also don't forget to vote. Gift for Brenda Ch. 3 Brenda has just called Suzie, immediately after she and Bill finished their second round of sex. Bill is lying quietly on the bed listening to Brenda's end of the conversation. Special Note: I've slightly re-written the last two paragraphs of Chapter 2. "Thank you. Thank you. Thank you," Brenda practically yelled into the phone. Then listened to Suzie talk for a few seconds before adding, "Eight times! Well eight times for me that is... only twice for Bill. By the way... how long does it take him to recuperate anyway? Right now he's just lying here on the bed staring off at the ceiling... every once in a while he moans incoherently." More giggling... the bed gently shook from her movements. I started to stir some and turned my head to look over at her. Brenda was reclining at the head of the bed... still nude of course. Her elbow propping her body up off the bed... the other hand holding the phone to her ear. Brenda's dark hair was hanging sexily across her face. The leg on top crossed over the one below hiding her sex from my view. "Oh... the magnificent warrior returns... Bill actually moved his head a little... he still hasn't spoken an intelligible word... but he has at least moved his head a little," Brenda joked into the phone. "Hey Suz, I've discovered something... I think I'm addicted to oral sex," Brenda laughed into the phone. Then adding after a short pause to listen to Suzie, "Both kinds, actually. Bill's tongue is wonderful, but then you told me that before you left here this morning." Then she teasingly added, "I think he sort of likes my tongue on him as well." Brenda's expression then turned serious as she spoke into the phone, "Suzie, I know this is just a gift from you and Bill for this weekend - and this weekend only. You know how much I love you," and then looking down at me, added, " how much I love both of you. I respect you and I respect your marriage. I would never do anything to put your marriage in danger. I understand that this weekend is a one time and one time only occurrence." Then another period of silence as Brenda listened quietly on the phone. Brenda's eyes started becoming moist and I could see a small tear slide down her cheek. "Yeah, I sure will... hold on a minute.... Hey, Suz... I love you." Brenda then leaned over and gave me a soft kiss on the lips. Speaking to me she whispered, "That's from Suzie," before she handed me the phone and headed off for the bathroom. "Hey, Sweetheart," I spoke into the phone. "Hey Honey," Suzie responded. "I just wanted to tell you that I love you sooo much," Suzie's voice was somewhat shaky over the phone. A little alarmed I sat up on the bed, "Suzie, are you okay? Are you sure you're okay with this?" I was concerned that now that Brenda and I had actually had sex that Suzie might be having second thoughts. As great as the sex we had just shared had been, the truth was... is... that I love my wife very, very much and would never have agreed to this scenario if I thought it might cause us problems. "No. No. That's not it at all. I'm fine with this... I mean after all it was my idea, remember? It's just that Brenda sounded so happy and excited... I told her I hadn't heard her sound that cheerful in over five years... I got... well we both got a little choked up, that's all," Suzie explained, her voice then sounding a little better. "Bill," Suzie added. "Do you have any idea how much I love you right now? I know this is really going to sound crazy, but... knowing the two most important people in my life have just been together... just had sex together... I can't really explain it... but... it just makes me happy. "I know you love me... and I know Suzie loves me... I'm very secure in our marriage... maybe even more secure right now than I was before. I've learned that I can share you with Brenda and not be the least bit jealous... well maybe a little jealous," she paused. "Eight times?! You've already made Brenda come eight times? Boy have I got some catching up to do when you get home," Suzie kidded me, the glee in her voice apparent. Then more seriously, Suzie continued, "Did Brenda give you my kiss?" "Yeah, she sure did. I wish you were here to deliver that kiss in person though," I whispered back. "I love you so much Suzie...." "Well just save that thought... and some of your energy for tomorrow night. No, on second thought, I did promise Brenda your 'full services' this weekend... so don't hold anything back... I'll just have to take matters into my own hands tonight... after all I've got some catching up to do," Suzie spoke sexily into the phone. "Mmmm... thinking about you lying there touching yourself might just be the ticket to get me started again. Why don't you tell me what you're doing right now?" I asked. "Mmmm... tempting. But nothing doing. I'll lie here imagining what you and Brenda are doing... you go make that fantasy a reality," Brenda joked. "And oh, by the way Bill... don't forget... I have a very wild imagination. Now get up off that bed and go do your duty." With that the phone clicked dead. Suzie was right. It might sound crazy, but right then I felt more in love with my wife than ever before. Sure the sex with Brenda had been great... but at the same time I couldn't wait to get home and hold my lovely wife in my arms. I sat there for a few more minutes staring at the phone before the sounds of the shower running interrupted my thoughts. Getting up, I walked over to the open bathroom door. Through the steamy mist I could clearly see Brenda's image through the shower door. Instead of being frosted, the doors to Brenda's huge shower were made of clear glass. Even with the rising steam I could still clearly see every curve and dimple of her wet body. Brenda was standing with her back to me under the warm spray, joyfully soaping her chest and legs with a large lather filled sponge. Oblivious to the rest of the world she was singing lightly as she washed... I couldn't quite make out the song... but she was joyfully singing and humming along as she cleaned her sexy body. "I hope you haven't washed your hair yet," I interrupted. Turning around Brenda looked directly at me as she stood for several seconds, allowing my gaze to drink in her entire body. She then slowly lowered her own eyes to the little tuft of hair sitting high over her pussy, "Well, I just finished washing and rinsing it... but you can always wash it again if you want." "Oh I want... but actually I was talking about the hair on your head," I answered as I opened the door to the shower and stepped inside. "Mmmmm... I would love for you to wash my hair. I can't think of anything more luxurious than having someone else wash your hair... especially a handsome man like yourself," she grinned. "Well, you're in luck. I just love to wash and dry Suzie's hair for her," I said as I reached for the shampoo. Grabbing my hand and the shampoo Brenda looked up at me, a soft expression on her face, "Bill. Do you think Suzie is okay with this... I mean... here you are starting to wash my hair for me... something you normally do only for your wife. Do you think Suzie is really okay with this?" "Well..." I answered seriously. "I can't be absolutely positive... but based on what she just told me... right about now she's at home... lying naked on our bed... fantasizing about what the two of us are doing.... and bringing herself to the first of several orgasms while she watches us in her mind.... So, yeah... I think she's okay with this." Releasing my hand Suzie turned her back to me and responded, "In that case... my hair is yours, my dear." Brenda's husband Peter may have short-changed her with sex... but he built a really nice house for them – Brenda got the house in the settlement. The shower stall is huge – at least by my standards - each wall is about five feet long. The shower head is on a long hose that attaches to a vertical rod. The rod allows you to raise and lower the shower head from about two feet off the floor to a height of somewhere over six feet. A long bench runs along the entire length of the wall opposite the shower head. As I mentioned, the shower door is clear glass. The shower stall is completed in white ceramic tile with polished chrome fixtures and the shower's ceramic surfaces, along with the floor of the bathroom, are all heated. The bathroom also sports a huge sunken Jacuzzi that just cries out for two people to jump in to relax. Removing the shower head from the wall I carefully soaked Brenda's hair. Her hair, which becomes jet black when wet, is perfectly straight and reaches almost to her shoulders. Replacing the shower head I poured out a generous amount of shampoo into my hands and begin lathering her hair... the rich fragrance of the shampoo permeating the room. "Mmmm.... that feels sooo good," Brenda murmured. "I'll give you an hour to stop that." "Well... by the time I shampoo it twice, put on conditioner and then dry and brush it for you, it may take an hour," I whispered into her ear. "Wow... first class treatment. And what do I have to do for you in return," she asked looking back over her shoulder at me. "Enjoy the experience. Don't you remember? This is your weekend for pleasure," I responded. "Well so far your doing your job very well... this feels wonderful, Bill", Brenda softly answered. Once again taking the shower head I carefully rinsed the shampoo suds from her hair... before reaching for the tube to repeat – just like the label says. "Mmmmm," Brenda moaned. "Do you know what a turn on it is for me to have someone wash my hair? Even at the Beauty Parlor I sometimes get excited when the girl there washes my hair... I don't really have a desire to have sex with her... it's just sooo sexy for someone to run their hands though my hair... massaging my scalp," Brenda continued dreamily. "Sometimes... after I get back from getting my hair fixed... I find myself so excited that I come back home and... well, I masturbate," Brenda quietly confessed. "Mmmm... I'd love to see that," I replied, once again rinsing the rich lather from her hair. Switching to the conditioner I began a soothing massage of Brenda's scalp. Turning her slowly I had her face me and place her head on my shoulder so I could continue the gentle rubbing of her head. "Mmmm.... that is soo nice... your fingers in my hair... rubbing my scalp... it almost seems like they are connected straight to my... to my pussy," Brenda sighed. I couldn't believe it.. Brenda had actually said the word pussy! This was a first for her today. Leaning down I whispered softly into her ear, "Brenda... I want you to take your hand and touch yourself... touch your pussy like you do when you're by yourself... just pretend I'm not here," I encouraged. Brenda stood very still for a few moments without saying anything. "I'm.. I'm not sure I can," she replied shakily, contemplating my suggestion. For several more seconds we stood there... the warm water washing over our bodies... me gently massaging her hair. Then slowly... very slowly Brenda moved her hands to her pussy. Delicately she began lightly touching herself. "Mm," she quickly breathed out in a shallow gasp. Brenda's body melted into my own as she surrendered to her self pleasuring. "Mm. Mm," she continued her short moans every time she exhaled. Sensing that Brenda was not very comfortable I rinsed her hair and gently helped her sit down on the bench. As we moved Brenda's hands slipped from her sex... and looking up at me Brenda appeared almost helpless... there was still a look of lust on her face... but it was mixed with embarrassment and a seeming uncertainty over what to do next. "Close your eyes, Brenda... just forget that I'm here," I whispered as I knelt down at her feet. Taking her hands in mine I moved them back to the wet folds of her pussy. As her fingers came in contact with the folds of her sex, Brenda tightly closed her eyes and leaned back against the walls of the shower. Skillfully she used the fingers of her left hand to spread her outer lips while she stroked the inner lips with her right. Brenda adjusted her hips on the bench into a more comfortable position... wedging her body into the shower corner... she then raised her right hand to her mouth... wetting her fingertips with her saliva... and quickly returned them to her pussy. Bolstered by her own longing, Brenda began a more vigorous stimulation of her inner lips... occasionally slipping her finger tips lightly inside her pussy... she raised her right leg up on the bench and rested it against the shower wall... a move that caused her pussy to gape open to my view. I remained quietly kneeling on the shower floor as her fingers continued their mission. Brenda slipped two fingers of her left hand inside her gaping pussy... her breathing became more and more labored. Her right hand began drifting upwards... rising closer to her clit... zeroing in on the distended nub. From my position on the floor I had a ringside seat to Brenda's show... folding the fingers of her left hand together she plunged all four fingers deep into her wet juicy pussy... this action caused involuntarily movements of her hips as she rocked her body in an effort to get more stimulation from her two hands. The fingers of her right hand had now found her clit... they moved furiously back and forth across it as her left hand continued plunging in and out... From my vantage point I could clearly see the moist pink insides.... I could see the lips and her clit become redder as she continued her stimulation. Brenda began noisily taking short breaths through her mouth... "Unh...Unh," she would moan as she exhaled in quick, short gasps. "Unh... Unh... Unh," she continued grunting as she thrust her body roughly against her two hands. I began to be concerned that she was going to hyperventilate as she continued her short, stabbing breaths... feverishly rubbing her clit while she plunged her other hand deeper into the gaping hole of her pussy. "Unh... Unh... Unh... Unh... Unh... Unh... Unh... Unh," Brenda continued her intense pace... beads of perspiration started forming on her brow and on her chest between her breasts... her nipples became so hard it seemed as if her entire tit had become one huge pointed nipple... "Unh... Unh... Unh... Unhhhhh... Unhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!" her entire body went rigid as her orgasm finally overtook her Brenda's hand fell limply to her sides as she melted into the corner of the shower... her breathing was still coming in unsteady gulps.... clumsily she let her leg slip off the bench back to the floor. After a few moments of rest, Brenda blinked her eyes open and rolled them in her head as she attempted to focus. Her focus finally settled on me as she smiled lightly and then started flexing her hands... "My fingers are tingling," she smiled, weakly opening and closing her hands... trying to get the blood back into circulation. Brenda took in a deep swallow of air as she steadily forced her breathing back under control. "Wow!" she exclaimed. Then looking up at me with a huge smile, "I'll let you wash my hair anytime." I took Brenda by the hand and helped her stand up, "Come back over here under the shower and let me wash you off again... then let's go dry your hair." "You're on," Brenda sang out cheerfully as she stepped under the shower spray. Her time of self pleasuring seemed to have given her an instant energy boost. Brenda picked up the soap and was starting to lather up the sponge when I took them both from her hands. "Nope. Bathing you is my job," I smiled at her. Then I began soaping her glistening body. Rubbing the sponge vigorously across her shoulders, chest, abdomen and legs. I then laid the sponge down, soaped up may hands and began a light washing of her pussy. "Mmm... I can't believe I'm not sore there... that it's not so sensitive that I can't stand for you to touch it... but your touch is so soft... it feels nice," Brenda spoke softly. Reluctantly pulling my hands away from Brenda's sweet pussy, I placed them on her hips, "Turn around and I'll do your back." "Oh, you do backs as well as hair? Aren't you nice?" Brenda smiled, twirling around in the shower. I simply stood there for a minute watching the water run down Brenda's back. She was absolutely spectacular... her hair jet back hung straight down from her head... her tiny hourglass figure... lightly tanned, with no tan lines... the water ran evenly in sheets down her back before it came together to form a small river at the top of her ass cheeks... there it sensually ran lower... disappearing in her crack. As I mentioned earlier, Brenda is very petite, she has small, but well-proportioned tits... but her ass... well that's the only part of her that's out of proportion... Brenda certainly doesn't have a large ass... it just the way her cheeks stick out from her body... round and fleshy... they would be small on a normal sized woman... but on Brenda's tiny figure, they would automatically draw your attention to them when she stood with her back to you... in a word: scrumptious. "Well... are you going to just look at my ass or wash it?" Brenda joked. She knew that her ass had been the object of desire for many men. "Oh, I'm going to wash it.... I was just getting to know it first," I replied smacking her right cheek lightly. Shaking her ass saucily back at me Brenda growled, "Oooohhhh. Careful there, Bill. Or your going to get me turned on again." Reaching down I took both cheeks firmly in my hands and gave them a hard squeeze. "Oh, you like that do you?" I asked. "Well I didn't know that I did... but it felt kind of... kinky," she replied looking back over her shoulder at me. A gave her ass one more hard squeeze before releasing them to reach for the soap. Brenda whimpered lightly when my hands left her body. I lathered my hands well with the soap and began soothingly massaging her neck and shoulders. Brenda moaned in approval as I rinsed, lathered and massaged several more times as I worked my way down her body. When I reached Brenda's ass I maneuvered her around in the shower so she was standing just out of the spray... with her hands braced against the wall... her ass extended slightly. Making sure my hands were well lathered I firmly rubbed and massaged her twin globes... sometimes firmly squeezing them... sometimes lifting and separating them... occasionally I would let my finger trace the line between the top of her thighs and the bottom of her ass. As I continued my very personal treatment of Brenda's ass cheeks she would intermittently arch her back and push back against my hands... especially when my finger tips would start to tease the arch at the top of her crack. Understanding her unspoken request I began sliding my finger up and down at the top of her crack... Like a cat when you scratch their back, Brenda rocked her hips up and down... which allowed my fingers to slip sexily all the way down her crack... my fingers advanced further and further down her crack... until they just barely teased the rosy bud of her ass. Lathering my hands once again I placed the index finger of my right hand at the top of her crack and began slowly, but with determination, sliding it down her crack... as the tip of my finger slowly circled her bud, Brenda once again arched her back and pressed her ass back against my hand. This time Brenda's movement caused the first joint of my index finger to easily slide into her slippery hole. "Ahhhhh," she moaned as a long slow breath was exhaled. Slowly... tantalizingly I moved my finger in small circles inside her ass... massaging the muscles of her puckered rim. Brenda must have enjoyed my actions... because she actually purred as she strongly pushed her ass back against my finger... forcing my finger to slip past the second knuckle. "Mmmmmmmmm," Brenda slowly pushed every bit of oxygen from her lungs as her body seemed to melt around my finger. Gift For Brenda Ch. 4 Note: This is a continuing story line in which Suzie has "loaned" her husband Bill to Brenda for a weekend. Brenda is recently divorced, lonely and starving for sex. Suzie has decided that Bill may just be the ticket to get Brenda out of her funk and get her back on the street dating again. In Chapter 3 Brenda and Bill have just finished having sex in the bedroom and they are both starving. I was headed to the kitchen when I met Brenda in the hallway heading back toward the bedroom, both of us still naked. Brenda stopped and kissed me lightly on the cheek, "I'm going to go freshen up. I thought I'd throw some spaghetti on, the salads are just about ready. Why don't you get the wine out and pour us each a glass. I'll be back in a few minutes." "Sure," I responded. "But I should probably freshen up too. Want me to help you?" I asked turning back to follow her. "Nothing doing, Mister. You go get the wine. I can handle this myself," Brenda responded pushing me back with both hands. "Now go." "Yes, Mam," I smiled saluting sharply. "Dismissed soldier," Brenda smartly saluted me back. Making my best military turn I spun 180 degrees, my limp dick striking my thighs as I turned, and marched off toward the kitchen... laughing to myself as I went. I searched through every cabinet in her kitchen before I finally found two wine glasses and the cork screw. Brenda had still not returned after I had opened and poured the wine, so I went off in search of her, carrying the glasses with me. The bathroom door was closed when I entered the bedroom so I called out to Brenda, letting her know I had the wine. Brenda opened the door and stood in front of me, her naked body seemed to shimmer in the bathroom lights... the light scent of perfume drifted up to my nose. "Mmm, you smell good," I smiled at her. "Thanks," she smiled back. "I see you brought the wine. Why don't you come in and let's freshen you up as well," she instructed, motioning me in. Taking one of the glasses and my hand in hers Brenda took a sip of the wine. "Mmm, that tastes pretty good." I offered the glass to her, whish she refused by holding her hand up in front of me. "You hold the wine... I've got something else to do," she ordered. Brenda moved me over to one of the vanities where she pulled out a fresh wash cloth and proceeded to wet and then soap the cloth. Once the cloth was full of soapy lather, she turned to me and began to thoroughly wash my genitals with the warm soapy cloth. Brenda spent several minutes washing my dick, balls and pubic region... even after three orgasms in the span of only a few hours my erection began to once again spring back to life from her caresses. Brenda then rinsed the cloth in warm water and commenced washing off the soapy residue from my body... my erection now growing to almost full staff. "Well... looks like I may have resurrected a dead soldier," Brenda grinned up at me. "He may be resurrected, but he ain't doing nothing until his owner gets fed," I joked back. "Then off to the kitchen," Brenda responded, drying me quickly with a hand towel to dry off. We headed off to the kitchen where we finished making our salads. Brenda pulled out a container of spaghetti sauce from the freezer and put the noodles in to cook. We sat at the breakfast bar, eating our salad and making small talk while the spaghetti sauce thawed out and the noodles cooked. We talked and laughed just like we normally would have... we talked about Brenda's job... about my job... about her house... about the vacation to the mountains Suzie and I taken two weeks earlier. However, while being normal in some ways, our conversation was also very strange at the same time. Here we were, two old friends enjoying a meal together talking about mundane things... with a few major differences. One difference being that we were both totally naked... a second being that we had just spent the last several hours having sex... and yet another difference being that we, in all probability were going to spend a few more hours having sex together...before I left to return home to my wife... my wife who had arranged this entire weekend. We finished our salads and carried the salad plates to the sink, rinsing them off and laying the dirty dishes in the sink. We then got out plates for the spaghetti. Brenda and I worked easily together... moving around one another in the spacious kitchen our bodies and hands still casually touched one another. The touches, even though they were to our naked bodies were very relaxed and non-sexual. Occasionally my eyes would linger over Brenda's tits, or her jiggling ass... and occasionally I would catch her stealing a glance at my flaccid penis. But for the most part we worked with each other very comfortably... without a great deal of sexual tension. We finished fixing our spaghetti plates and sat back down to eat. For several minutes we ate silently... each of us lost in our own thoughts. We did make a little small talk as we both cleaned our plates, but for the most part we just sat and quietly ate our meals. After I had finished I looked over at Brenda to see her toying with her fork on her now empty plate. "Is something wrong, Brenda?" I asked, a little concerned about her mood. "No, nothing's wrong... nothing at all," she replied, looking up at me with a very sweet smile on her face. "I was just thinking about how nice this afternoon had been... thinking about what I have been missing all these years." "This afternoon has been very nice," I responded. "But don't get the idea that every weekend Suzie and I have is like this one. We do have 'marathons' like this occasionally... but it's only once or twice a year... and you know from talking to Suzie that we have our share of spats and disagreements. But, all in all, we do have a good marriage... and a great sex life." "Oh, I know that, Bill," she replied. "Suzie has told me a lot about your great marriage... after all we are best friends. But I've never had a weekend like this – ever. Not even on my honeymoon." Brenda paused a moment reflectively before continuing, "Peter and I only had sex two times during the entire week of our honeymoon. You know I was a virgin when we got married... I couldn't wait until our wedding night... until I could give Peter his wedding present... my virginity. Well..," Brenda looked up at me with a small tear in her eye. "We didn't even have sex that first night... Peter said with all the wedding stuff he was just too tired... We had sex for the first time the second night... I wore my sexiest negligee... we shared a bottle of wine with dinner in our room... then we lay in bed and kissed for the longest time... I was sooo horney... I couldn't wait for Peter to enter me... When he did I was so turned on... and so wet... that it barely hurt when he broke my hymen... it felt so wonderful... finally having someone... finally having my husband who I loved so dearly inside of me. "I was really enjoying him sliding in and out of me... then.. before it was over... it ended... he came.. rolled over and went to sleep... he never even kissed me good night." Then after a few more minutes of reflection she added, "Today just reinforces to me that I made the right decision in leaving Peter.... and I think I'm actually glad that I couldn't have children... it would have made leaving Peter almost impossible." Rising from the table I walked around to stand beside Brenda where I leaned down, gave her a brotherly hug and placed a lingering kiss on the top of her head... not really needing words to convey my love and compassion for my wife's best friend. Brenda looked up at me and smiled, "Just because you're being so nice to me doesn't mean you're going to get out of helping me with the dishes, Buster. Now get your dirty dishes and bring them into the kitchen." Bringing my dishes to the kitchen we washed, dried and put away the plates before we refilled our wine glasses and headed off for the den. "Would you like to put some clothes on and watch a movie?" I asked Brenda. "No. Or at least 'no' to putting on clothes. TV or a movie sounds like just the ticket though. I'd love to curl up naked on the sofa with you and watch TV," Brenda answered. "I'll turn on the gas logs so we won't get too chilly." "Sure... what would you like to watch? TV or do you have a movie you want to see?" I asked. "It doesn't really matter... let's just channel surf for a while," Brenda answered, as we sat down side by side on the sofa. I picked up the remote and began mindlessly surfing through the channels... I passed by TBS just as the beginning credits for Top Gun was being displayed. "Oooh, go back, go back. I love Top Gun," Brenda excitedly instructed. "Okay. Top Gun it is," I responded. Setting the remote down I handed Brenda her glass of wine as we both settled back to sip our wine and watch the movie. The movie began and in short order we both finished the last of our wine. "Would you like more wine," I asked. "No, I'm fine. If I drink any more I'm afraid I fall asleep and then you might take advantage of me," Brenda coyly smiled at me. "Oh? So you're afraid of me now?" I asked. "No! Not afraid of you... afraid you'd take advantage of me and I wouldn't be awake to enjoy it," she laughed. When we first sat down on the sofa I had settled down on the left end with both feet on the floor. Brenda had been sitting a few inches away in a similar fashion. With the wine now finished Brenda had moved closer... putting my right arm around her and placing her left shoulder under my arm... her back turned slightly toward my chest. She then tucked her feet up under her as she held my right hand in hers... my fingers dangling down... perilously close to her naked tits... her left hand resting warmly on my thigh. Comfortably settled in, we continued watching the movie in silence. For the next 45 minutes or so of the movie I had watched as Tom Cruise and Kelly McGillis flirted with one another. However, as the movie had progressed I had let my mind drift and wasn't really paying much attention to the action on the screen. I had been thinking about the earlier part of the day... thinking about the phone call we had earlier with Suzie... and then I was thinking about how I much I was looking forward to seeing Suzie the next day. While we were sitting together Brenda had been toying with the hairs on my thigh, pulling them slightly between her fingers of her left hand. Meanwhile her right hand, which was holding my right hand, had been absentmindedly stroking my fingers and hand. She lightly scratched the back of my hand, the motion of which pushed my fingers into contact with her right nipple. Brenda's quick intake of air and the fact that her nipple was standing out straight told me she must be thinking about something other than baseball scores. I tilted my head down to Brenda's ear and quietly whispered, "Are you cold?" "No, why?" Brenda asked. "I was just wondering," I answered. Then adding, as I tweaked her nipple between my fingers, "It feels like part of you might be cold." "Mmm," Brenda sharply moaned. Then, turning to look at me and smiling, "No. I'm not cold... I just have this thing for Tom Cruise." "Oh? So you're telling me that Tom Cruise makes you hot?" I teased. Brenda pulled her legs out from under her body, stretching her right leg out beside her on the sofa and placing her left on the floor... her foot touching mine... Brenda then leaned back slightly in front of me and pulled my right hand down to her pussy with her left. "See," she said as she slid my fingers inside her slippery pussy. "Wow, you are hot... and wet," I whispered. "But you're telling me that it's just because of Tom Cruise and not because you're sitting here beside this handsome, naked man?" Brenda looked into my eyes and responded, "It may be because of Tom... but it's for you." Brenda then placed her right hand on the back of my head and pulled me toward her for a kiss. As we kissed I continued letting my fingers toy with her soaking pussy. When we finally broke from the kiss I warned, "Brenda. We probably need to move to the bedroom... as wet as you are I'm afraid you're going to make a mess on the sofa." Giggling, Brenda jumped up, "....I'll be right back." She returned shortly with a huge beach towel. "Here, let's put this under us." Brenda then placed the towel on the seat before she rearranged us similar to before. "Now. Where were we?" Brenda asked as she once again pulled me toward her for a kiss. My left arm was behind Brenda's back but instead of placing the fingers of my right hand back inside her I placed that hand on her breast and began squeezing her tit. "Unh Uh," Brenda moaned as she broke the kiss. "I don't think that's where your hand was." I promptly moved my hand back down to cup her mound, "Is that where my hand was?" Brenda placed her hand on top of mine and helped me push two of my fingers inside her, "Mmm.... that's where your hand was," Brenda responded, a little out of breath. "I can't believe I'm this horney... even after everything we've done today I just can't seem to get enough." Pulling me to her once again for a kiss... Brenda hungrily sucked my tongue into her mouth. We pretty much ignored the movie as we sat on the sofa with our mouths locked together. After a kiss that seemed to last for hours Brenda broke the kiss and looked up at me with that same lust-filled look I had seen before. "Bill, can I ask you something?" "Sure, Brenda, I've told you before you can ask me anything. What is it?" I asked, holding my fingers still inside her. "Well.. it's," Brenda hesitated. Than taking a deep breath and screwing up her courage, "When we were in the shower... and you put your finger in my...," Brenda continued haltingly. Then once again taking a deep breath and screwing up her courage, "When we were in the shower and you put your finger in my... ass... well, no one's ever done that to me before. It felt kind of... well different. When I came that time... it seemed to feel different... like it was coming from somewhere else... somewhere deeper in my body." "And? Did you like that feeling?" I interrupted her, once again moving my fingers in and out of her. "Mmm," she moaned momentarily closing her eyes. "Yeah. I did," then smiling added, "Although I like what your doing right now too." I moved my fingers up to strum across her clit two or three times before I thrust them back in side. "Mmmm," she moaned through closed eyes. Brenda then placed her left hand on top of mine, pulled my fingers out of her soaking wet pussy... but left my hand lying lightly over her swollen mound. Squinting her eyes open she continued, "Bill, it's not going to take much for me to come again as hot as you've made me... but I want to talk a minute..." then she added with a grin, "First!" "Sure.... I'll stop playing with you. Now what do you want to talk about." I encouraged. Taking another huge breath, "Okay." Brenda's voice then took on an air of confidence as she began, "When we were in the shower earlier and you put your finger in my 'ass'," she emphasized the word ass as she spoke, proud of her own new born courage. "Well, I was wondering. Suzie told me that every once in a while you and her actually had sex like that... that sometimes she enjoyed having your dick inside her ass." My thoughts temporarily drifted to thinking about Suzie talking to Brenda about these very intimate parts of our marriage. A few days ago I would have probably felt hurt.. felt betrayed. But now, having spent the last few hours having sex with Brenda, it was different now... now it felt kind of natural... it felt kind of nice. "But I was so shocked when she told me that one time, that Suzie never tried to explain how she did it.. how she did it without it hurting," Brenda continued. "Well, I don't think I want you to try... putting it – er, your dick, in me.... but... well... if you ever wanted to use your fingers again... well, I might like that," Brenda finished with a big sigh. I thought about what Brenda was saying, as well as what I thought she wasn't saying. It seemed that while Brenda was trying to explain her desires to me... at the same she was really trying to make me totally responsible for fulfilling those desires... but that required reading her mind... something that, even as well as I knew her, I wasn't capable of doing. And certainly the next guy that she wanted to have sex with wasn't going to be able to do either. I began lightly toying with her pussy again as I thought about what Brenda was asking... and what my response should be. "Brenda," I began, still lightly stroking the lips of her wet pussy. "I don't think that's fair." Then after a pause to let that statement sink in, "What you're doing is asking me to be a mind reader... you're asking me to take complete responsibility for all the sex that occurs between us." Then smiling I quickly added, "Now while I like taking charge... I think it's very important... a requirement actually, for you to take responsibility for telling me what you want... what you need... and how far you want to go. While I may be more aggressive than you... I still need you to tell me what you need... and when you need it. "Now you don't have to tell me with words," I continued. "You can tell me with your body language... by moving my hands where you want them..." I elicited another series of moans from Brenda as I temporarily centered my finger movements on her clit. "Or by your moans," I smiled teasingly. "Mmmm! Does that moan tell you something?" she teased back. Pulling my fingers from her pussy, I moved to get up from the sofa. "Nnnnoo. Don't get up," Brenda appealed. I stood in front of Brenda, my hard erection bobbing in front of her at her eye level. "And all this time I thought you liked it when I got up," I smiled down at her. Brenda took my penis in both hands and cuddled me to her face, "Mmmm. I do like it when you get up like that." Brenda was just starting to take me into her mouth when I pulled away and moved to my knees in front of her. "Spread your legs," I whispered as I moved between them and forcefully pulled her butt out to the edge of the sofa. I then kissed the inside of her right knee, which brought forth another light moan from her lips. Moving slowly upward I placed a chain of little butterfly kisses on the inside of her thigh. The aroma of her sweet core met my nose as I slowly bypassed her mound with my lips and moved my head slowly down her other thigh... letting my breath and nothing else gently brush her skin. When I reached her left knee I once again planted a series of kisses up the inside of that thigh. With Brenda's legs spread wide I could see her juices dropping from her lips and pooling on the towel underneath. I blew lightly on her wide-spread lips. "Unhhh," Brenda moaned as she tried to hunch her hips up to bring her lips into contact with my lips. I pulled my head back slightly as I used my fingers to spread her lips even wider... the nub of her clit now standing proud of her inner lips. Once again I blew my warm breath against her as she moaned in need, "Unhhh... don't... don't tease...." she whimpered. I shaped my tongue into a point as I carefully licked the inside of her thighs along the line where her thigh joined her body... delicately bringing my tongue up the inside of her thigh but making certain that it didn't come into contact with even her outer lips... I made one huge circle around the outside diameter of her mound... letting my tongue drift low into her crack... then up along the line of her thigh... across over the top of her small tuft of pubic hair... then back down the other thigh and lower to her crack. I then broke contact with her body and blew a small short burst of air directly against her clit. "Unhhh... Bill... don't tease me.." she pleaded... her hips rocking up and down involuntarily to this invisible stimulant.