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A Talk Between Friends Ch. 01

By: chillout



Thanks to my wonderful, anonymous editor! 

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Robyn and Ed decided to skip work and resumed their peaceful slumber. Both held intense fascinating jobs with insistent bosses and demanding customers. Once or twice a year the stars aligned and both said 'screw-it'. They needed to rejuvenate. Life flashed by in a flurry of production meetings or discussions of how to squeeze another year from an aging piece of equipment or re-negotiating a contract with a customer because the client found an offshore supplier who offered services for 30% less. Emails and phone calls filled the days and appointments filled the calendar months into the future. 

Hooky days were rare, mostly because there was always a price to pay upon returning to the office. Work piled-up as they rested at home. A smoking heap of urgent commerce smoldered on their desks awaiting a cajoling breeze or a sharp drop in humidity before bursting into flames. The resulting inferno took days to quell and weeks might pass before the last stubborn embers emitted their final smoky gasp. Both Robyn and Ed excelled in their work and that excellence didn't pass the notice of executives for their respective companies. They were indispensable. Robyn and Ed got the job done even if they called in sick on occasion, unbeknownst to anyone else, yet. 

Staying home on these days was a commitment they made to each other, and with that commitment came the expectation of no intrusions and no interruptions. They paid a price for violating the sanctity of skip day togetherness. If one caught the other checking email or responding to a voicemail the offending party incurred a debt, due immediately. 

The aggrieved party determined the appropriate punishment. Ed's justice always involved sex. He might elect to receive a prolonged blowjob. One that started with feather light caresses progressing languidly to silky licks and ended a good time later with Ed begging for relief. The relief arrived as Robyn urged him to "Come in my mouth. I want every drop," and then enveloped his cock. Moments later Ed's cum exploded down her throat while her finger wiggled in his ass. 

Another time Ed played Principal O'Flannery. Robyn donned her Catholic school uniform and entered the principal's office because that is where girls who give head behind the school or play with themselves on the couch in the teacher's lounge are sent. Robyn heard from the principal what a nasty little girl she was and that she'll end up as a sex slave or a crack whore if she doesn't straighten out. The principal, dedicated to discipline, and understanding nothing drove home a message like a resounding punishment, told the girl to walk around his desk and lean over his knees as he wiggled on his chair in anticipation. 

The tartan checked skirt barely covered her buttocks in this position. From extensive educational disciplinary experience, Flannery knew spanking was more persuasive with fewer layers separating his hand from the student's skin. Acting on that experience, he raised his hand up the back of Robyn's smooth slutty thighs. A sheen of sweat formed on his face. His shaky hand moved slowly over her buttocks, as if unveiling a work of priceless art, until Robyn's skirt rested on her lower back. He discovered no panties covered her teenage cheeks infuriating the principal. 

"What's has happened to common decency? What has happened to hygiene?" bellowed O'Flannery. 

After a series of echoing claps of hand on bare bottom and girlish wails of pain, interspersed with promises of "I'll be good, I promise!" from the student, the principal lifted her from his lap, bent her face down over his desk and plunged his lonely cock into the thrashing student with her screaming, "Fuck me harder. Ooohhhh, Father O'Flannery, you fuck me so goooooooood. I'm cumming on your cock." 

Once Ed violated the rule, and Robyn requested to be kidnapped. It was a broad request and open to interpretation, which Ed did. Hooky day proceeded for twenty more minutes, until Robyn exited the bathroom and darkness descended like a thunderstorm on the prairie. The canvas bag covering her head disoriented her. She was grabbed, pushed and trapped against the wall. The powerful intruder immobilized her. Robyn felt her hands gathered together and zip tied in front of her. The mystery person pulled her roughly, jerking her head, and leading downstairs while she struggled to regain her equilibrium. Her guide placed a hand at her waist and forced her head down. Robyn tumbled head first into a small half-height closet under the stairs. She began to pick herself up when the intruder spun her onto her back violently. She felt a rope running between her hands suspending her arms over her head held in place by rope and zip tie. Robyn felt her legs yanked until she lay flat on her back. 

Without pause, Robyn felt something cold and hard at her ankle, and registered the sound of the steel slicing fabric. Her old sweatpants fell away. Next came a tug at her shirt. The merciless blade skidded against her skin followed by a short rip. Hands replaced the knife was replaced by hands that jolted her as they ripped open her t-shirt from navel to neck. Cold air assaulted her breasts. Her breath was short as she knew his eyes feasted on her naked body. His breath came in short puffs, raggedy as he rasped, "I'm gonna fuck you good. You can scream all you want, too, cause ain't nobody gonna hear ya here." Robyn flinched as saliva painted her skin. "Your old man don't know what hit him. He'll be out cold for hours." 

The voice shocked Robyn. It didn't sound at all like Ed. It could be, but she was far from sure. 

"Ed, let's stop now, please. You kidnapped me good." 

The silence scared Robyn more. A cock tapped her knee solid, unyielding, gradually moving up her thigh signaling what was in store for her. He tapped her clit a couple of times causing her to moan despite her fear. Her attacker plunged into her and didn't stop thrusting until Robyn came hard. Abruptly, the man pulled out without coming himself, and he left her. A blanket fell over the cold terrified excited woman accompanied by that snarling voice, "Don't go nowhere." 

She listened but heard nothing. She strained to hear footsteps, whispers, anything. 

After what seemed like forever, she felt him, coming from nowhere, very close. 

The ethereal voice mocked, "Guess what I found." 

Robyn's head exploded as a vibrator sprang to life against her clit. It wasn't soft or subtle. It pressed hard against her. Despite her struggles to get free her hands remained bound, and the assailant held her legs. In what seemed mere moments later she struggled to place the vibe in exactly the right place and grind against it. As soon as this started working, a cock plunged into her again and she came and came until she felt his cum start to escape her dripping down her crack to the floor. 

Occasionally her requests had nothing to do with sex - maybe it was working together on a collage of pictures from their latest trip or Ed making one of her favorite desserts. 

Not knowing what the day would bring but looking forward to the time together, they rested. Ed lived by Robyn Maxim Number One, 'A well-rested Robyn has the potential to be an awfully amorous Robyn.' 

Ed awoke the second time that morning and put Maxim Number One to the test. Spooning Robyn's glorious naked body from behind, he pressed his firmness against her, and it nestled in the cleft of her butt. With his right hand he caressed her long firm legs and back up to her hip and arm and slowly back down her luscious body. Neither the sight nor the feel of her ever failed to excite him. He went back and forth on what got him going more, the titillating seeing or the overwhelming feeling. 

Once more slowly up her leg and this time moving to each firm handful of breast, gently flicking her hardening nipple with the pad of his finger, and on up to her neck and back. On the way down Ed met no resistance as he lifted her top leg just enough to slide to his cock between her legs. Soft purrs escapade Robyn's lips while the slick juices leaking from her pussy helped his cock glide back and forth. Several more thrusts and a minute angle adjustment allowed his hardness to slip inside, him the enveloped and her the enveloper. 

Then things got fucked up. 

A short while later Ed headed for the bathroom as Robyn returned from her own trip. Their naked bodies met in the middle of the room for a full body hug, still shaking with lingering adrenaline, and a deep probing kiss that promised more. 

Plopping back on the bed Robyn tried to slow her breathing from the wild moments they had just experienced. She sank deep into the pillow with an exhale. She anticipated when Ed returned from the bathroom they'd revisit their morning. Her juices flowed at the thought. 

Robyn's cell phone softly chimed on the bedside table intruding on her reverie. She lifted her head and heard Ed was still in mid-stream. She picked up the phone and saw it was Mara calling. 

The fulfilled, happy, looking for more good vibrations feeling left her body like oxygen flees a breached airplane at 30,000 feet, sucked out in a violent rush until nothing was left. 

"Oh, shit. Oh, shit. Oh, shit. This is bad," a breathless Robyn thought. 

The phone chimed again, insistent, intimidating, incriminating. Rather than let Ed hear it she answered it and whispered, "Hi Mara. How are you? What can I do for you?" no silent space separated the rushed hushed words. 

"Good morning, Robyn. I'm doing fine, thanks. Just hanging out at home this morning and thought, 'Now why don't you call, Robyn. You haven't talked to her in a while.'" Laughter burst from her friend's house just a few minutes away by car sounding robust and natural. "We need to do lunch soon." 

Robyn forced an unnatural attempt at a comfortable laugh, but it sounded like a strangling hyena. She did begin to breathe a little easier, and the ball of stress knotting her stomach started to dissolve. Mara's call was just one scary coincidence. 

As the tension flowed from her body, Robyn replied, "I'm so glad you called. It's kind of funny, I'm home, too. That's quite a coincidence since we're almost never home at the same time. I don't have my schedule handy, but can I call you tomorrow with some lunch date suggestions." 

Now that she was in the clear, Robyn wanted to get off the phone before she incurred one of Ed's depraved outside intrusion penalties. She couldn't take any more craziness today. 

Chatty Mara returned quickly, "Absolutely. Go ahead and take a look at your schedule. Almost any day next week or the week after will work for me." 

Robyn congratulated herself on dodging the 'What are you doing home?' question. She hated lying, but it would have been tough to answer, and Robyn, focused on her thoughts, missed Mara's question during the internal congratulatory speech. 

Robyn asked, "What?" 

Mara's words blew into Robyn's ear like icy daggers propelled by wind shear. 

"Have you seen Paul today?" 

Robyn's oxygen fled again. 

"Uh, yeah. He, uh, came by to, uh, yeah, work on the bathroom. He's gone though. At least ten minutes." Robyn's voice started to drift off as she stumbled though the sentence. Her body curled into a ball, the terror compressing her like miles of ocean forcing her into a dense mass of scared shitless protoplasm. 

Mara didn't notice anything unusual and continued cheerfully. "Paul says you were fucking while he was working in your master bathroom." 

Robyn couldn't have heard what she just heard. She could not have heard those words. This could not be happening. "Oh my god. I'm so sorry. Soooo sorry. Can you tell Paul he wasn't supposed to know? This is the most embarrassing thing that's ever happened to me. Can you tell Paul we're sorry?" 

Almost as an afterthought and hoping to shift the topic, "What gave it away?" 

Silence greeted Robyn. The seconds stretched like millennia as she settled on the ocean floor at least two-hundred miles under the surface if the constrictive pressure surrounding her was any indicator. 

Just when Robyn couldn't stand the silence any longer and would rather die than ask the question again, or any question, ever, a James Brown like 'Haaaaa', exploded over the connection. 

Robyn jumped at the grating sound. "What was that?" she wondered. Was that a wail of agony or a burst of . . . laughter? Shit, she was laughing. Mara was peeing her pants, out of control, laughing. 

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry," Mara repeated. "Hold on, let me try and get control of myself." 

Robyn heard deep breathing over the phone and couldn't be more confused. She was slightly less worried at the moment, which relieved her, but had this feeling that the hammer was going to fall again any moment. 

Mara, now semi-composed, continued. "Ok, ok, Robyn. That's better." Another long inhale and exhale followed. "I didn't know for sure until you confirmed it. I'm sorry for tricking you, but I didn't know when I called whether this was a regular thing for you or something that just happened. I'm guessing based on your reactions it's the latter?" 

"Oh, Mara. I'm sorry. So, So sorry. I swear nothing like this has happened before." The words were already out of her mouth before she had a chance to consider her history. There was that time in college with her boyfriend in the kayak under the steel grated pedestrian bridge where plenty of people could see them fucking. Then sucking off another boyfriend under a waterfall next to the hiking trail should probably count. How about when Ed pounded her a few feet off the ski trail with her ski pants around her ankles? Somehow those were different. At least no one called her after those adventures. No one yelled at her when she clambered back into her canoe dripping various juices along the way. She did not receive a scolding, not that she could have heard it, when she shook water out of her ears for a week. No one challenged her as she brushed the melting snow out of her ass. 

Mara was fifteen or twenty years older than Robyn who was in her early thirties. They met through a real estate deal and hit it off. Mara could play the friend, older sister, or mother role, depending on the topic. 

"You see I just got this very strange phone call from Paul a few minutes ago." 

Paul was Mara's husband and worked as the lead contractor for Robyn and Ed's master bathroom remodel. Paul was a great guy, but he had a frustrating characteristic as a contractor. Nothing had happened for at least a week on the job, with no communication, and Ed worked with Paul and a sub-contractor in an effort to get the job kick-started. 

"He was so damn excited when he called I could barely understand him, but the gist of it was he went over to your place to do some work, and when he walked into the bedroom he found the two of you in bed. You didn't send him away or get up, but just had him go about his work. Between the glimpses he got walking in, what he could see while he was working and how you were acting in general, he suspected you might be fucking. And, shit, you already confirmed it. Robyn, I had no idea you would do something so irrational." 

"I'm so so sorry. Please believe me. We didn't mean to make him uncomfortable or embarrass him. If he's half as embarrassed as I am that is so bad of us. You must think we're crazed perverts. Can you please, please forgive me? I'll do anything." 

"I don't think you need to worry about Paul. It's actually one of his fantasies he never thought would happen, seeing another couple having sex. Of course, he didn't see anything, and he wasn't totally sure. He was hoping more than knowing what was happening. To be honest, he's probably giving himself some relief in his truck sitting in your driveway right now." More laughter poured over line. 

Robyn gave her a moment to recover not knowing what to say. She hoped Mara dispensed forgiveness any moment, and she could get off the phone, curl up and die. She could never face Paul again. 

"Ok, Ok. You're upset, aren't you? I didn't mean to upset you, but I can't wrap my head around you doing this. What is happening over there?" Mara paused for a breath, "I'm sure there is a logical explanation knowing you. I promise to forgive you on one condition. You need to tell me exactly what happened. I hate feeling left out, and Paul is going to stutter and bumble through telling me what happened, and he didn't see squat and doesn't know shit. I need to know what happened. That's the price for forgiveness. Take it or leave it." 

Just when it couldn't get any more surreal. How could Robyn verbalize the wildness that had just occurred? 

Mara continued, "Don't worry about me. I think it's hilarious. I still chuckle when I think about. I promise to forgive you. Just be forthcoming. You can't offend me. Intrigue me, yes, titillate me, maybe. Offend me, no. This is a story I have to hear." 

"Mara, please tell me you're kidding." Robyn begged. "I really don't think I can tell you. That just seems too, too . . . warped." 

"What? It seems strange that one of your friends is twisted? Well then we have something in common." Mara's words came faster and faster. 'Because I learned about five minutes ago that you, my friend, are a tad twisted, too, and God knows what evil plans you had for my husband until the cosmos, and Paul's propensity to panic personality, thwarted your sexual sorcery." 

"Sorcery?" Roby struggled to wrap her head around Mara's claim. "What are you talking about? There were no plans. Nothing like that. No." Robyn took a deep breath trying to sort through her thoughts. "You really want to hear this, now?" 

Ed poked his head out of the bathroom and saw Robyn on the phone. He just smirked shaking his head, and disappeared around the corner. 

"I really want to continue to be your friend, so start the tale." 

"Ok. Where to start? Well, we were having sex when Paul came in the room, and the covers were all the way up. Ed told Paul to go ahead with the work in the bathroom, and I almost killed Ed." 

Mara broke in. "Robyn, hold on. Robyn. Robyn. Dearest Robyn. You may be complying with the letter of the request but not even close on the spirit of the request. You are one of the most verbal people I've ever met. You spend twenty minutes to describe a five-minute dream. And it's entirely engrossing! I wouldn't want it to take a minute less. I feel like I'm part of your dream. I love it. C'mon, girl! Take me into your bedroom. What happened? Paint me a picture." Mara's exasperation arrived through the phone line loud and clear. 

"Hold it, one other thing. No throwing Ed under the bus. Men are pigs. We know that when we marry them. There is a small part of us that loves the pig side. Besides, you were there. You participated fully. It's hard for me to imagine Ed forcing you to do anything, so skip the editorials blaming Ed along the way." 

So much for getting this over quickly, Robyn thought. 

Robyn's resigned sigh started the story once more in her best Eeyore voice, "Ok, if that's what you want. Consider yourself transported to our bedroom about thirty minutes ago. Are you sure you're ready?" 

"I'm sure, honey. Everything will be fine. You'll see." 

Robyn started, "I'm going to skip the foreplay because I don't remember much. Ed and I woke-up early and decided to stay home from work today and play. Now you're not going to think worse of me, are you? We don't do it very often, and we work even harder when we get back to work." 

"Please, as if I care. Would you get back to the story? No more stalling." 

Robyn spun the tale she had no interest in telling. "We woke up, or, more accurately, Ed woke up and as we were spooning his hands gradually woke me and before long he was inside, still spooning. Mara, is there a nicer way to wake up? I can't think of any." 


A Talk Between Friends Ch. 01



"No, girl. You are right. It doesn't happen often enough, but if it did, then I guess it wouldn't be so special." 

"So there he is moving nice and slow. I'm still waking and not moving. Just aware that he's moving in and out and his hand is lightly touching me all over. Everything is blissful. Peaceful. I just want it to go on and on." 

"As you know, Paul and Skip are working on our bathroom. Apparently Paul was supposed to come over today. I didn't know anything about it. Ed scheduled it with Paul. Ed must have forgotten," Robyn had a thought, "or maybe the sick pervert didn't forget. I'll have to ask him. I didn't hear Paul enter the house. He has the code to the garage door. We sleep with our bedroom windows open, and with the traffic outside I didn't even hear the garage door." 

"My nice quiet glorious love making was over, kaput, shattered, and replaced by ten different kinds of panic when I heard the knock on our bedroom door. There was a voice from the other side of the door and Ed answered 'No, this time works.' I'm thinking, 'This time works? Works for what?' The door opens, and Paul walks through. The first thing he sees is our bed, and he stops short. I must look like a deer in the headlights with huge eyes like I'm seeing an ax murderer or a saw murderer because he's carrying this gigantic saw in his hand. I'll be darned if he doesn't have the exact same expression on his face although what kind of murder I could be in a position to commit, I have no idea." 

"Paul immediately backpedals saying he can come back later and his expression is a mixture of embarrassment, confusion and surprise. He says he's sorry for coming at a bad time. Ed jumps in and says 'Oh, no. Don't think of it. This is perfect. You said it would just take a few of minutes, right? You came all this way. Just ignore us. We're playing hooky. You won't tell, will you?'" Robyn could picture the smile lighting up Ed's face a few inches behind her head as he said it. 

"Robyn is really excited you are here because once you get through this stage the project will really start moving. Please go ahead. You won't even know we're about." 

"Ed slowly squeezed and released my nipple beneath the covers during his little speech." 

"I am as still as a statue this whole time just staring at a spot on my dresser. Watching the dust specks suspended in the air in front of the smooth knots of the wood, dark chocolate as compared to the honey color of the rest of the wood. I had never studied the dresser that closely before. Just don't make eye contact with Paul, I'm telling myself like a mantra as the pleasure from my compressed nipple spreads across my body." 

"Then I thought to myself, 'How could this get any worse?' My next thought was, 'What if . . . there is some toy in plain sight on my night stand.' I knew there wasn't, but I raised my head a little anyway to double check. I felt Paul's eyes following me, so I slunk back into the pillow, and Ed took that as a cue to roll my nipple around continuously." 

"I just said there might a toy on my night stand, didn't I?" Robyn exhaled another sigh. "Mara, can I please stop now. This is too much. I can't do it. I just can't." 

Mara gave her friend some encouragement. "Robyn you are doing great. You may keep me as friend yet. Toys on the dresser. Let me write that down." Mara's infectious laugh floated into Robyn's ear. 

"You. . . You are a cruel mean person. I'm not sure I want to be your friend anymore." 

"Oh, you know you do. Who knows? Someday the shoe may be on the other foot though I find that very unlikely." 

You suck." Robyn took a deep breath before continuing. "I'm going to continue, if you don't mind, so I can get this over with. The whole time Ed and Paul are talking Ed is still inside me, and like I said, I'm not moving a muscle. I just want Paul to leave so we can continue, or Paul will move to the bathroom so Ed will get out. Either way, I will kill Ed when this is over." 

"I'm also trying to figure out what is going through Paul's mind. Does he know what we're doing? The covers are completely covering us. He can't see anything but our heads sticking out. I figured Paul couldn't know what was going on, not for sure. I was praying he didn't know. I just had to play it cool. I never hoped so much for someone to think I was just a lazy bum at nine in the morning." 

"As opposed to a fucking bum, right?" Mara exploded in laughter over the phone. 

"Ignoring you. So, Paul says 'ok, I'll get to it.' I'm cringing and screaming 'No!' to myself. It just got worse. It can only get better from here, right?" 

"Paul shuffles a few steps to his left to the bathroom. I don't know if you remember our master bath but we don't have a door between the bedroom and bathroom. There is a door-sized opening but no door. On the bathroom wall opposite the bedroom is a big mirror over the twin sinks. Paul took the saw and disappeared around the corner to the right where the shower stall was being built. I could still see most of him at that point, at least his back, reflected in the mirror." 

"I started wiggling my butt for Ed to get out, but he didn't do anything. I wiggled it a little more, and still nothing." 

Mara jumped in, "Robyn, hold on a second, sweetheart. Your description is going much better. Thank you, dear, so much. I knew you could do it. I have a good understanding of the situation and can't wait to hear what happens next, but I do have one question I need resolved." Mara paused before continuing. "You said you 'started wiggling your butt for Ed to get out.' Do I understand correctly that Ed was in your butt?" 

Robyn felt the blush explode on her face. "Oh my, no. No, definitely no. Not this time." Robyn spluttered. 

"Phew," said a relieved Mara. "You had me worried. Thankfully he wasn't sodomizing you this time. C'mon, Robyn. Everyone does it. Well, not everyone, just everyone that knows a good thing and doesn't have a man with a baseball bat dimensioned cock. Paul doesn't go for it, but I had this boyfriend many years ago that would get me so turned on, and then made me beg him to stick it in my butt. I begged for Al's cock up my arse like life would end without it. Crazy, I know. Who would have thought? When Al and I started going out, I had no interest. Now I miss it. I'm glad to know someone is still getting it. Just not this time. You were simply a fucking bum. There was no bum fucking." Laughter drifted over the connection. "I crack myself up." The chuckle faded, and Mara said, "Anyway, back to you. You had a boyfriend at some point that plowed your back field for you, right?" 

Robyn acknowledged that it started with an older man many years ago, making a mental note to steer Ed in that direction again soon because Mara's yearning chatter was making her nether region tingle. 

Mara interrupted Robyn's future sexual exploit planning, "Next question. When you are lying in bed and start wiggling your butt for Ed, what message are you sending? Is there ever a time where wiggling your butt means stop? I don't think so. There are millions of years of evolution coded in men's genes which programs their response to wiggling butts. I appreciate the effort you were making to get Ed to stop to protect Paul's innocence, but now that the heat of the moment has passed does it make sense that you were doomed to fail? In fact, it probably had the opposite effect." 

"Hmmm. Maybe," Robyn paused. 'I still think he should know what I meant, but the situation was tense and confusing, and it's not like I could shout ,'Pull out' or 'Get out of me.'", she added indignantly. "I also can't move away from him because I'm at the edge of the bed. If I scoot away, I'm sprawled out naked on the floor for all to see." 

"Anyway, I see motion out of the corner of my eye. Paul moved toward the far wall with a cord to plug into the wall next to the mirror. His back is to me, but I can see his face in the mirror, and it seems like he avoids looking in our direction." 

"He moves back around the corner, and I can't see him anymore. I'm still impaled on Ed's penis. Trapped! Nowhere to go! I wiggle some more, but Ed doesn't pull out, which is per your expectation, and now I'm getting mad and jerking more than wiggling. Where were you when I needed extraction advice, Mara?" 

"Hold on," Mara interjected. "Penis? That's not what you were thinking. You have a drawer full of toys. You enjoy the occasional backdoor bump. You did not have a penis in you, did you? . . . Robyn?" 

"No." 

"What was in you?" 

Unintelligible mumbling followed. 

"I can't hear you." 

So softly, barely above a whisper, the words slipped out. "A cock." 

"Louder," Mara demanded. 

"A cock. A Cock!" Robyn shouted. 

"Yes, a cock. Very good. Let's make sure we call a cock a cock from here on out. And where was said cock?" 

"My pussy." 

"A nice hard cock feels good our pussy doesn't it?" 

"Mmm hmmmm. It sure does," Robyn replied as she recalled the full feeling from a short time ago. 

"What is Ed's cock like?" 

"Ignoring you, again." 

"You're no fun. Ok, please continue." 

"Where was I?" Robyn tried to remember where to pick-up the story. "Oh, yeah. Paul plugged in the cord and walked back to the corner. I'm looking into the bathroom. Even though Paul is around the corner I can see him in the bathroom mirror which means he can see me if he were to turn around and look in the mirror." 

"Now I can move without being seen and push back against Ed who is totally on my side of the bed but my pushing back doesn't do anything but push Ed in deeper. Mara, there are so many things going through my head. I'm scared Paul will know or find out. I'm terrified he's going to say something to you. What will you think? I am so tense and normally when that happens during sex, it's over. I just tell Ed to finish his business. I don't say 'As quickly as possible.' But I'm sure it comes across that way which is usually exactly the way it's meant. This time though, I'm . . . uh, oh hell, my pussy is gushing. I'm wet. I'm more than wet. It's like the tub overflows and water spills over the side. Ed's thighs are coated. My thighs are coated. I am so turned on. And tense. And turned on. I've never felt anything like it." 

"Paul's voice jars my thoughts away from the torrent between my legs. He doesn't poke his head around the corner into the bedroom. He just shouts from the bathroom asking if he can run the saw for a few minutes. It's funny because he's actually facing us separated by the drywall on our bedroom wall. On the bathroom side of the wall, the dry wall was pulled out and is just studs. If he were to turn around and look towards the mirror, or cut a hole in the wall, he could see us. That notion is kind of fascinating to me, but I'm a little strange." 

"Ed shouts, 'Saw away.'" 

"The saw starts up. The racket shook the house. Next thing I know, I'm shaking. Ed. Ed, Ed, Ed, my loving husband, what am I going to do with him? He thinks the sawing is in fact a signal to start thrusting into me like a jackhammer. After he was still for so long, it was a shock and the friction felt extraordinary, but I don't really get to focus on the sensation because I have more immediate concerns. First, don't fall off the bed. I'm already on the edge of the bed, remember? As Paul assaults our bathroom, shaking the house's foundation, Ed assaults me with his, uh, cock. No warning. I have a battering ram plunging into my pussy amidst this cacophony of sound. I'm bracing myself against the inch or two of bed I can get my hands on in a total panic." 

"But that's not enough of a problem for me. Noooo. While I'm panicked about catapulting off the bed I realize the covers are slipping down with every thrust I take. My fingers slide towards the edge, then completely off the bed! I just know that any second my gaping sex and drenched thighs are going to catapult off the bed onto the floor flailing in front of Paul. 

"Poor, Paul." 

Robyn attempted to process Mara's statement, but couldn't reconcile it to her horror story. Mara couldn't be hearing what Robyn shared and how upsetting it was. The pressure of the story telling and desire to be understood spilled over. "Poor, Paul? Poor Paul? What the hell do you mean, poor Paul! Fuck Paul. I was really scared at the time." 

"Oh, I'm sorry, dear," Mara said. "That wasn't very thoughtful or understanding of me. My thoughts went to Paul. He's my love, and I want his dreams to come true. I never envisioned this fantasy coming true with someone as beautiful as you. Your curves would have been a real gift for him. I can see though it may have scarred you, so I'm glad it didn't happen at least to this point in the story." 

"That's ok, I guess. Not sure I want to hear any of this though, so why don't I continue." 

"That's sounds like a fine idea." 

"I was holding on for dear life, each thrust scooting me toward the edge of the bed. I suppose if I wasn't quite so panicked that I could have reached back and held on to Ed, but anyway, at the moment my unveiling was to arrive, the sawing stopped, Paul's and Ed's. The silence was overwhelming. Ed and I are as still as heavily breathing statues having intercourse can be. No sound from the bathroom. The street traffic evaporated. The room is silent except for our hushed panting. I'm trying to hold my breath, partially to be quiet and partially because I'm just waiting for the next shoe to drop. I whispered to Ed to back-up, and he did, but with this hand around my stomach he made sure I moved with him." 

"That wasn't bad at all, Paul." Ed's voice blared in my ear unexpectedly. 

"I'm not done yet. It will be off and on for a few minutes," Paul replied. 

"Ed's hot breath on my ear prefaced the following words, 'Truer words were never spoken. We're not done yet,' he whispered. As he drew out the 'ohhhhh' he deliberately withdrew his cock until only the tip remained. With the 'we're not done' he slid back in saving a final firm luscious thrust for 'yet'. Why did I feel relief as he pulled away thinking this trial was finally over, but my body ached for his return at the same time?" 

"I feel a moan of pleasure about to leave my lips. I can't, cannot let that happen, so I scrunch my entire body to keep it inside. Somehow, I stifle the moan and in the process of all my scrunching, I scrunched my insides which made Ed moan. I cut off the scrunch like a switch. Or more like cutting off the current to an electric vise. If you know what I mean?" Robyn followed with her own knowing little chuckle. "Ed told Paul it wasn't a problem." 

"Anyway, the saw still isn't running, and Ed is moving lazily, in and out, it feels really nice and not moving the covers, I can concentrate on the sensations enjoying them the more for it." 

"The saw starts up again which startles me followed by Ed pounding again. The saw goes for a few seconds and stops. Ed stops. Paul starts. Ed starts. The saw runs a little longer, and Ed runs with it. I'm praying he's going to finish any moment. Ed, actually, this time, I'm praying and praying, but no luck." 

Mara jumps in, "Say, how come when we want them to come, they just keep going and going. Maybe I've already come or maybe there is no way I'm going to with all the things going through my mind, but they're oblivious. I mean it feels nice but finish already." 

Mara continued, "Oh, then there is the other way. I'm so close. A few more good thrusts and little pressure in the right place, and it's going to be a spectacular toe curling grunting like an ape woman ending, but he starts huffing and puffing which is a bad bad sign. I give some gentle guidance 'don't stop, don't stop, don't stop'. I think it's gentle, but it probably comes out pretty desperate and bitchy. The second or third 'don't stop' appears to be the signal for him to spray my insides and stop." 

"I'm never happy in case you haven't noticed. Too much. Too little. My poor man can't win. Please go on, I didn't mean to interrupt your story," said Mara. 

Robyn continued, "I usually don't have many complaints, but in this case, Ed's timing was off." 

Robyn picked-up the story. "The saw stops again and so does Ed, hard and huge, inside me. I glanced toward the bathroom, looking into the mirror again and see just a corner of Paul's back. At the same time, Ed's finger finds my clit, and a moan escaped my mouth before I could stop it. While moving my hand up to cover my mouth, I look again to the bathroom, and see Paul tilt his head like he heard something." 

"Ed starts rubbing in small slow circles, and I keep my hand over my mouth and squeeze my eyes tight. I feel the crest starting. Even as the swell pushes me along, I will my eyes open. I don't want to open them. Waves of pleasure pummel me, throwing me around like a rag doll. You know how hard it is to keep your eyes open when you're cumming? I want them open because squeezing them closed feels more suspicious. I can imagine Paul thinking, 'What nasty things are happening that make her squeeze her eyes shut?' You know?" 

"I also don't want to open my eyes for fear of what I'm going to see like Paul looking in my direction. I take a deep breath as best I can, force my eyes open, and see Paul looking right at me in the mirror. Shit! Now I have to keep my eyes open and blink them, in a natural way, you know, as opposed to being on the verge of a huge fucking orgasm kind of way." 

"While I'm trying to relax my eyes I realize another glitch. I'm huffing and puffing like a chubby smoker walking up a Mount Rainier. If I were Paul, I would sure as hell wonder why a woman supposedly resting was breathing like she just passed the twenty- mile marker at the Seattle Marathon. Asthma? Hmmmmm. Maybe I can convince him I have asthma. How am I going to do that? Hi Paul, would you mind bringing my inhaler over? Well I don't have an inhaler, or asthma, and I sure as hell don't want him meandering in my direction. Shit! So my only real option is to control my breathing or at least try to control it. 

My list of physical constraints grows, no eye scrunches, no panting, no moaning and absolutely no thrashing. I can do this. It simply requires summoning my inner yoga Buddha to smooth away all the physical tells. I just need to look, and sound, like nothing is happening. Outwardly I'm aiming to look like I'm floating on a tranquil pond while Ed tried to churn butter inside of me. No problem, right? Wrong!' Robyn added vehemently 

"I strained to project this illusion of Buddha calm. Show no ripples on the water. I think 'water smooth as glass', but my body is not on board with this plan. My traitor body is dumping huge boulders into the pond knowing it won't stop until the screaming fades in my ears - my orgasmic screaming that is. Fighting overwhelming sensations and a stressful situation while straining to be calm and steady sounds doomed to failure, doesn't it?" 

Mara trying to help said, "Dear, if it had been me, I would have given up the pretense some time ago and just begged forgiveness later, so I admire all your efforts to not defile my husband's innocence." 

Robyn wasn't sure whether Mara was being sarcastic or not. 

"Of course with every moment that slips by my temperature is skyrocketing. I'm the Mississippi River in late spring, flooded, completely at the mercy of Ed's finger and cock. I'm proud to say my yoga training is works, and my breathing slows down. Phew, right?" Robyn paused. "Nooooooo! With more controlled quieter breathing, the squishing sounds emerge from under the covers. It sounds like there is a microphone next to a shoe walking across a marsh. Slurpy suction sounds fill the room." 

"You have got to be kidding me!" Robyn was more emotional than she thought. "What's more likely to give me away, moaning? At least I can claim I'm in pain with moaning. Huffing and puffing? If the yoga fails me, I've got that covered with the asthma. How about squelching sounds? There is only one thing in a bedroom that makes that sound, something hard moving around in a sopping pussy." 




A Talk Between Friends Ch. 01



Robyn dropped her left hand to her wet slit and gently rubbed the prominent pearl peeking from under its hood. Re-living the memory stressed her, but it undeniably stoked her fire. 

"I watch Paul slowly turn his head back toward his work. Knowing he can't see me I close my eyes. The saw erupts. You know during a thunderstorm when you see the flash and know a crash is going to follow immediately? I heard the saw and didn't get close to counting to one before Ed started thrusting with a vengeance." 

A huge movie buff, Mara contributed, "Now that sounds like a good movie." She shifts into deep movie trailer voice, "if you didn't get enough with Thrusting you must experience Thrusting with a Vengeance!" 

"I don't know about watching it, but I sure wanted it. By this point I was thinking, 'screw it'. Your 'don't stop, don't stop' mantra filled my head. I had too much else going on. Stay on the bed. Don't clench your eyes. Stop squishing. Don't moan. Don't stop. I have all these restrictions and instructions cycling through my head, and they slowly fade into the distance as I get closer. The mantra running on a loop is, 'No moan. No groan. Don't stop. Don't stop. No moan. Don't stop. Don't stop. Don't stop.' I'm pushing back against his thrusts trying to get him deeper. I'm thinking maybe I can come before Paul turns around again. The pressure building along with the river flowing from my body drowns out the directive to be quiet. All I'm left with is, 'Don't stop. Don't stop. Don't stop.' 

Robyn watched Ed emerge from the bathroom. He was partly erect. Robyn knew he had been listening for some time and didn't care. She brought her fingers away from their slow and steady clit rubbing and inserted them together into her steamy cunt. She slowly removed them, tracing a line up her body, taking time to circle her hard prominent nipple and continued up to her half-open mouth. She inserted one finger at a time, sucking the pussy juice from each digit. She kept her eyes on Ed and lewdly spread her legs wide enough to accommodate a basketball team. She stuck her tongue halfway out her mouth and slowly waved the tip in and out, up and down. She then looked down at her gaping cunt and pulsating clit. She repeated the whole pattern; Ed eye contact, licking motion and staring at her sopping wet sex. By the time Ed travelled the ten feet from the bathroom to the bed he was fully hard. 

As Ed positioned his head between her legs, Robyn apologized to Mara, "Sorry for the delay Mara. I just have to rearrange things, hold on." 

"Ahhh. One more second, Ok. That's better," she exhaled meeting Ed's eyes as he started to lick her sensitive parts. 

"Where was I? Oh, yeah. Maybe I can come. Just a couple more thrusts, and I'm there. C'mon, three more. C'mon, two more. C'mon. . . Silence, goddamn thundering silence when the saw stops. Ed shuts down. Nooo! Inner Yoggiemeister decides this assignment is too much even for him and walks away taking any semblance of tranquility and calmness with him. Can I blame him? I'm screaming inside for deliverance right now!' 

"The sawing. For the next few minutes it's on, off, on, off. I can't get any rhythm. I can't get any relief. It's right there in front of me like a cherub in a 3D movie. I reach out my hand, but I can't quite grasp it. I stretch, and it taunts me hovering just beyond my reach. That was my orgasm. Just out of reach." 

Ed begins to follow the dialogue with his tongue, starting and stopping with the story earning a dirty look from Robyn. 

"It's kind of anticlimactic, and you're going to hate me for it, but I don't know exactly what happened next. The next thing I knew Paul was mumbling something, and I saw his back heading out the bedroom door. I hope he hit the garage by the time I started screaming, but it doesn't seem very likely." 

Robyn flushed again with remembering and more than a little desire. 

"Ed startled, too. His head popped up when he heard Paul pounding down the stairs." 

Robyn was now in a hurry, "That was my morning. I have to go now. I'll call you to schedule lunch later. Bye," without waiting for a response Robyn clicked off the phone and dropped it. 

She struggled to find her breath as Ed slowly climbed up the bed and stopped, kneeling between her legs. He tantalizingly held out his cock, slowly stroking it. 

He looked Robyn deep into her eyes, and told her, "As soon as we're done here, I'm going to have to concoct your 'phone call hooky penalty'. You should expect a doozy." 

"I don't caaaarrrrreee," Robyn wailed the word as Ed fell into her, both of them climaxing.



A Talk Between Friends Ch. 02



Thanks again to my editor

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Robyn and Mara met at the hostess podium at Charlie's Lakeside. Happy hour bustled within as Robyn left a work social event early to join Mara. She looked forward to and dreaded her get together with Mara. The last time they'd had a significant conversation was one week ago Friday when Mara, in a fun and friendly way, at least to Mara, extorted Robyn into telling of a weekday assignation with her husband, Ed, while Mara's husband, Paul, listened to them from the adjoining room. Despite the ordeal of telling Mara the tale, it electrified Robyn – reliving the absurdity, the tension, the humor, the sensations, and the overwhelming anxiety, which combined to create the most exciting morning of her life.

Light danced across the lake waters continually agitated by swimmers, motorboats and jet skis as the hostess seated them outside. Each lady wore large dark sunglasses and ordered white wine from the perky blond waitress. The old friends sat and enjoyed the warm sun caressing the tensions of the day from their bodies. Mara stood and removed her tailored blazer and placed it over the back of her chair. The ladies were sitting close together oriented towards the sun. Robyn watched as Mara tilted her head to the sun exposing more of her slender neck to the strong rays. Mara's sleeveless silk blouse settled across the older woman's body clearly showing the outline of the taut petite body beneath.

The wine arrived. The ladies thanked the waitress, clinked glasses and wet their parched throats with the sweet cold nectar.

"Kids are back at school. House sales are racking up as the market returns. Blah. Blah. Blah," said Mara the realtor. "Now that the boring topics are out of the way there is only one thing I want to discuss."

"Oh, my", gasped Robyn. She put a hand to her mouth, eyes opening wide and eyebrows raised. She dropped the hand, shock and hurt remaining on her face. "What happened to whispered sweet nothings? No gentle caresses? You don't use my pet name anymore. You only care about your base needs. I need some wooing to get me in the mood." Robyn smiled and reached out to touch Mara's wrist signaling she was teasing.

"So it's foreplay you want? Are you curious what happened to me the day of your recent adventure?" asked Mara.

"That could be interesting," responded Robyn noncommittally.

"It was far more than interesting, at least to me," declared Mara. "In the middle of listening to your story, I think it was at the point that Ed started sawing into your frightened little kitty, my poor bewildered, agitated beyond all human capacity, husband burst into the house. The poor man's head nearly exploded when he found his innocent conservative wife with a phone in one hand and two fingers from her other hand devoured by her pussy."

"Have you ever cheated?" asked Robyn, in a completely different track. 

"Say what?" asked Mara. "What does that have to do with my tale?"

"I'm sorry. Nothing . . . probably. Just a stupid question popped into my head and out of my mouth at the same time."

"I guess it depends how you define cheating," started Mara. "A few years after we were married I guess, maybe late-80's, I played an online game. I was bored to death," she continued staring blankly across the lake. "I was no longer teaching. Paul suggested I take my time over the summer and study for my broker's test. 'Relax,' he said." Mara shifted her gaze back to Robyn noticing her incredulous look, "I know. Shows you he didn't know me very well. Can you imagine me sitting around doing nothing? I cleaned our apartment, all 800 square feet. I cooked the meals, hamburger helper and frozen vegetables. You know what a disaster I am in the kitchen. If was the poster girl for that hideous phrase, the devil makes work for idle hands. Now I think back on all the time I wasted and realize I could have learned to cook, or paint, or something worthwhile. That wasted summer is one of my few regrets. 

"What happened, if you're ok talking about it?" asked Robyn, wishing she hadn't put Mara on the sport with the personal question. This was heading in a direction she hadn't expected.

"We had a computer. A friend from college told me about this game online, pre-internet course. You dialed the host of the fantasy-based game. You chose a character. I was a slightly slutty village girl trying to get noticed and land the local gentry man. Stupid plot. Stupid game. No graphics. Everything written in text to everyone in your scene, or you could have a private conversation with another player. My alter ego's aggressive sexual personality bled onto the dialogue. I caught the eye of tinker passing through the village. I didn't even know what a tinker was." Mara took a drink in answer to Robyn's questioning look, "Think traveling junk salesman. Think one insignificant rung above a bum. Picture a silver tongue talking young women out of their panties. Pretty soon we're chatting privately, and he's explaining all the hot things he wants to do to me. I played hard to get for a week or two under the guise of saving myself for a prince, but our characters did it, which we described in graphic detail in glowing green text. At the same time I'm getting off at my desk. 

"I'm getting off with the tinker by the well, under the bridge, beside the brook, in the hayloft. You name it. A couple of times day. I learned to type with one hand while diddling myself with other. I got damned good at it. You laugh, but it's true. I learned there are times for subtle innocent words and innuendo and times for," Mara glanced around and leaned towards Robyn dropping her voice to a whisper, "raunch. A big imaginary cock fucking tight pussies for hours. He passed me around to other tinkers." Mara laughed and took a drink. "I learned that cucumbers aren't just for salads." 

"Paul didn't suffer, either. Most nights I'd jump him the minute he walked in the door. He was very confused when I'd greet him with a kiss, undo his pants, and start sucking him before the door even closed, but he adjusted. Other times I'd leave a trail of clothes from the front door to the bed where I'd do filthy things to him. I loved it. Paul liked it, but he wasn't as into it as I was."

"I flunked the real estate test at the end of the summer. I was already feeling guilty, but botching the test was the final straw, so I confessed everything to Paul. I'm weeping. He doesn't understand. Computers weren't his thing."

Finally he jumps in and asks, "Did you touch him? Did he touch you?" I answered him. He asked, "Then what was I worried about? Paul doesn't think I cheated. He just wanted more focus on the studies the next time. I was relieved Paul wasn't hurt. The whole confession was cathartic but it doesn't stop me from wondering what game is the tinker playing today?" Mara smiled and clinked glasses with Robyn. 

"Paul was happy when the tinker moved to the next village. He admitted it was too much activity for him. We settled into the good times and blah times of married life sex." The two women sat quietly for a minute considering Mara's online adventure.

"How about you?"

Robyn took a sip and said, "No cheating for me. My husband is a pervert so that keeps things more interesting than I'd like."

"The girls who want straight hair get curls."

The ladies laughed aloud and ordered another round of wine. 

"It's a nice day, and this Semillon Blanc is cool and refreshing, but I shouldn't have started on it," said Robyn. 

"Why the hell not? It's after 5pm. You're outside enjoying yourself. You have one of your best friends by your side. Why shouldn't you have a glass of wine?"

"Wine leads to strange behavior. Red wine is my cleaning beverage while white wine, I have no idea how it happens, makes me hornier than a long-time prisoner in solitary confinement. 

"A glass of red wine and the kitchen's clean spotless, everything, the cupboards, drawers, refrigerator, dishwasher, everything. If I finish the bottle a floor of the house sparkles. I'm like a squad of Filipino cleaning women in one vino boosted body. Ed was amused at first, but now he hides the red wine. That doesn't work since I know where he hides it, plus I have my own stash. 

"It's amazing what you learn over drinks on the patio under a vermillion sky." Mara waved her arm where puffy white clouds floated in the foreground of a Monet inspired sky.

"Did you just say vermillion? How literary of you," Robyn said. "I have no idea why it works the way it does. White supplies a surge. Tingling starts in all my sensitive places. I'm ready. Ed will reap the rewards tonight. I hope he's up to it."

Raising her glass, Mara declared, "To our men being up to the challenge." 

Both ladies laughed reveling in the moment and the comfort they felt with each other amid sharing their secrets.

"Back to your yarn, m'lady. Entertain me," answered Robyn.

"We left me reclined on the couch with my phone in one hand my other hand playing with myself and my husband in shock. My husband watched my best computer gaming moves." Mara paused to consider Robyn with a sly smile. "Excellent reporting the other day, by the way. I haven't been moved to masturbate in ages, but your tale did it."

A blushing, or flushed, Robyn, nodded and drank in acknowledgement.

"Paul's face screamed confusion. He couldn't process what he was seeing so soon after what he'd witnessed at your house." Mara waved her hands next to her shaking head like a crazy person. "Later he told me it felt like he'd woken up in a different dimension and sex was everywhere. He stood there with the dog-like head tilt attempting to process the scene while I listened to you and went about my business. So he wouldn't spoil my fun I raised the diddling hand to my lips and licked every finger. His eyes tried to jump out of his head." Mara chuckled with the memory. "I gave him the 'Shssssh' sign and went back to gaming. 

"Without removing either hand from its appointed task, I managed to pantomime to him he should remove his clothes and remove my pants. As he's going about his tasks I let him know through sign language that it's you on the phone. His cock lurched upwards when I mentioned your name, you bitch." Mara shot Robyn a snarl. "It wasn't my legs spread and my hands mauling my wet cooch that sparked his cock, it was a reminder of you. Did I mention you're a bitch? I still love you . . . bitch." 

"I love you, too, Mother bitch," retorted Robyn. "I could argue with you and pander to your insecurities telling you how much he adores your body and the lurch was just happenstance, a mistimed heartbeat, but I don't believe that any more than you," grinned Robyn, brushing her hands down the side of her body just skimming the sides of her full breasts tracing the narrow waist to her hips. 

Mara burst out laughing and banged her hand on the table. Her boisterousness drew looks of amusement and annoyance depending on the patron. 

After she recovered her composure Mara raised her glass, "Touché. At least you're smart enough not to disagree with me." Another measure of wine disappeared from each lady's glass. 

"Quit stalling, already. Get on with your story. If you still want to be my friend . . .," Robyn threatened.

"The tables turned. Ok, so there is this middle-age cock jumping about because of the wrong stimuli, but at least it's my middle-aged cock. Paul climbed on and slid all the way in. You have no idea how hard it was to keep from moaning as he gave me exactly what I wanted," Mara, closed her eyes and leaned back in her chair. She gripped the edge of the table and shivered slightly. The sultry air of early evening surrounded them. 

Robyn thought it strange that Mara went silent. She watched Mara intently, saw a flush paint her face crimson, and expand across her chest above the loose neckline of her white silk tank top. Robyn leaned forward and whispered, "Oh my, God! Did you just have an orgasm?" She glanced around to see whether anyone noticed.

Mara's eyes remained closed. A broad smile emerged on her face. Robyn watched her chest rise and fall in rhythm more consistent with a release than becoming aroused, a slow shallow inhale and the breath pushing all her air out. 

Mara looked very relaxed, sunk in her chair, the gentle lake breeze tousled her hair in gentle waves across her forehead and back and forth across her ear evaporating the light sheen of sweat Robyn hadn't noticed before. She looked content.

Mara loosened her grip on the table. "Maybe. Maybe I just came very close. Either way it was sublime. Intense." She leaned toward Robyn in her chair opening her eyes. "Superb." 

"I didn't even know something like that was possible." Robyn looked under the table for Mara's hands." I need stimulation. Sometimes I need a lot." 

"This has happened a few times. The combination of reliving the experience and remembering getting exactly what I needed tripped it. 

"The guy at the table to your right with the salt and pepper hair totally knew what was happening. He ogled and adjusted himself a knowing smile painted on his face."

"Careful, you're going to make it happen again. I've always wanted to be an exhibitionist, but I was a chicken shit. Now I'm an apprentice."

"Apprentice? You just had an orgasm in the middle of a restaurant. I don't know the rating scale for exhibitionists, but public orgasms must rank you well beyond an apprentice. "

Mara puffed out her small breasts, "How about that? I'm experienced." If she'd been a peacock her feathers would be extended to maximum spreadyness.

"The rest of my story is pretty boring. Paul kept thrusting and gave me a fantastic orgasm sometime towards the end of your story. I think in the sawing part. Yes, I remember how grateful I was that my thruster wasn't stopping like yours. I pulled the phone from my mouth so as not to give myself away. He didn't stop. We continued after you hung up. I wrapped my arms around my man and started using that 'I've smoked a carton of cigarettes' voice encouraged his robust vaginal stabbing. The man normally sprints, but after his driveway session, he turned Kenyan marathon man. He flipped me around. I loved it. I drooled. I hollered my repeated elation. Finally, I needed a break. That sounds so strange, but I was going to be raw unless I took things into my own hands, and so I did. I also took them into my mouth." Mara fanned herself. "Phew, it is warm out her."

Robyn sighed and shook her head, "That was a wonderful terrifying day."

Robyn had no doubt from Mara's smile just how wonderful her day had been.

"This has been terrific, but I need to head home for a great," Robyn dropped her voice to finish with a whisper, "fuck." She pulled out her phone. "Just give me a minute. I want to send Ed a text so he's ready."

"I understand your enthusiasm," answered Mara. "But first, I'd like to share my wonderful, naughty idea with you." 

Mara whispered in Robyn's ear. Robyn pulled back and stared at Mara giving nothing away. After a few moments she asked, "Do you have white wine?"

"Bottles of it. Are you sure you can handle it?" 

"I'm in!" replied Robyn. "Just watch me."

"That's what I had in mind," said Mara. In her head she added, "To start."

Nervous laughter spread across the table. Neither lady was sure they could go through with Mara's proposal. Each lady sent their man a text with Mara and Paul's house as the meeting point.

"Excuse me, ladies." A distinguished gentleman with salt and pepper hair stood beside their table. "I am devastated not have been part this table's stimulating conversation, but I still found it enjoyable." He took Mara's hand and gently kissed it, told the two of them to have a wonderful evening and walked out. 

"I'd do him," Mara said.

"He'd do, backwards, forwards and upside down," Robyn gushed, thinking she might fight Mara for him. "I get to watch."

The tension broke and a natural, relaxed laughter followed. The women left the restaurant arm in arm and walked the few short blocks to Mara's. 

Mara opened the thick white craftsman door and led Robyn down the long hallway walking across the dark stained wide planked flooring. She tossed her purse and keys on a narrow table. She turned around raising her hands overhead dancing to some unknown song, "I can't believe we're going to do this." The older woman's hips swung more seductively than Robyn imagined possible. 

More than a little buzzed Robyn got in the swing and sashayed down the hallway, grabbing her friend's hips and launching into a five-minute music-less swing dancing session.

Nature called. When Robyn returned she found the family bathed in romantic candlelight, dimmed overhead lighting and pillows bunched at both ends of the black leather sofa. 

Mara walked into the room carrying two full glasses of white wine and a plastic bag. "Thank God it's not too hot. We could never use the couch then. Way too hot." She handed Robyn a glass.

"I hope you don't have a football team living next door because they wouldn't stand a chance if I finish this wine."

"You talk big. There are a couple of Seahawks down the street that would eat you up."

"Maybe. We'll see just who is eating whom after this wine is gone," answered Robyn. "We're doing this right? You dragged me over here. You better follow through, old lady," wagging her finger for emphasis. Robyn looked around the large square room. An oversized plasma TV hung over a massive fireplace that was big enough for a couple of people to party in. A bank of windows let in the last light of the evening while a patio door provided access to the fenced backyard. Facing the windows sat a large kitchen complete with a massive island and barstools encroaching on the family room. Above her head an open second floor hallway ran the length of the family creating a mini atrium-like room with the ceiling at least twenty feet away. 

Robyn's eyes returned to the couch with inviting green pillows at each end. Mara, naked from the waist down, ensconced herself at one of the couch turned on an end table lamp to low. 

Robyn laughed, "I'm the one behind," as she undid the button on her black linen shorts.

"Catch up, school girl. Hey, where did I put that bag?"

"It's next to the table."

"Could you hand it to me? I just got comfortable," said Mara.

Robyn walked over as Mara opened her legs farther and ran her hands down the insides of her thighs. Bending over for the bag Robyn smelled the earthy musky smell rising from Mara's slit peeking through a jumble of dark hair. Ed loved Robyn's smell and told her often. Robyn didn't really get it, but she found Mara's appealing.

"I'm not a real blonde," confessed Mara.

Robyn snorted. "Like there was any confusion."

She handed Mara the bag who unloaded the contents on the table and couch. Robyn laughed at the variety of sex toys emerging from the bag, staring, shaking her head. "Crazy bitch," she muttered to herself.

"You get first choice my fully clothed freaky friend," said Mara. 

Robyn went back and forth on several selections reading the back of the package one potential selection. 

"Time's up," declared Mara selecting a medium sized butt plug with a slender tip that bulged in the middle that Robyn hadn't shown any interest in. Robyn grabbed a medium size vibrator and a tiny vibrating egg. 

Mara grabbed a vibrating wand with an extension that resembled an egg hanging off the business end at a forty-five degree angle and swept the remainder off the couch. Both ladies ripped open the packaging then looked unsure what to do next.

Robyn had never done this before, and without an evening's supply of wine, she wouldn't be doing it now. She took a deep breath, hands moving to the button of her shorts surprised to find it undone. Mara reclined sipping her wine like she was waiting for a show to start. Robyn slid the zipper down and with a quick shimmy of her hips she revealed the front of her diagonally striped gray and dark gray thong. 




A Talk Between Friends Ch. 02



"Turn around. Show it all!" Mara insisted.

Robyn spun slowly on the ball of her right foot. 

"Spectacular! Paul is going to be jealous. He might off himself if he misses this."

Robyn shucked off the thong and plopped on the couch. Keeping her legs together, she examined her chosen toys. A buzzing sound filled the room. Robyn glanced at Mara, eyes closed, mouth slightly opened, expressing her body's sensation. 

Inspired Robyn opened her legs, pussy waxed and receptive, retrieved the small egg and turned it on. With the oscillating toy in her fist, she lowered her hand and put a knuckle against her clit and down her open wet pussy lips. She gasped at the strong sensation and squeezed her eyes tight. Remembering where she was, Robyn opened her fist and opened her eyes. Mara stared at her with a big smile, at least as big a smile as you can have with the tip of an oversized egg protruding lewdly from your mouth. 

"Ms. Robyn, I am not going to take long at all, so I'm waiting for you to catch-up. You continue while I try to shoehorn this plug into my butt."

Robyn lowered her buzzing hand back to her pussy and let the vibrations do their job hoping Ed was on his way. She watched Mara move to sitting on the couch edge with her feet on the floor and spread lube around the bright pink plug. She raised her butt off the couch and placed the plug on the couch continuing to hold it. With her other hand, the one closest to Robyn, grabbed her buttock and pulled one cheek to the side. 

Robyn saw she could be helpful, but she wasn't comfortable giving intimate help. What if that's what I opened with Ed in response to his question on what she did that day? "Mara struggled inserting her butt plug, so I gave her a hand." Robyn snickered at the thought.

Mara responded, "This would be a lot easier if you helped. That is if you're done laughing."

"I'm sorry. That's not what I was laughing at, and no, I'm not going to help. Not because you don't need it. You obviously do. I'm not ready to go there."

Mara unbuttoned her shirt like the buttons were on fire. The front clasping bra followed. "I've been hot for most of the day." Her small breasts didn't move as she shifted on the couch. 

"Sounds like hot flashes to me," said Robyn.

Mara shot Robyn a look. "It's funny, girl, until they're your hot flashes. I hope I'm there to witness your hormonal moments."

Robyn watched as Mara started and quickly rose again because the older woman was off-target. After a couple of fits and starts, Robyn saw the bulls-eye breached. Mara rose again just a little and came back down. She grimaced and whimpered hanging in mid-air and using both hands to help support her. 

"I'm not sure this is going to fit. Maybe it's like pierced ears. If you don't use them then they close."

"I know you said it had been years since you'd had anal sex, but that hole is used for other things, remember?"

Mara looked at Robyn, her head tilted to the side a bit in confusion. Then her face brightened. "Oh, yes, that would keep it from closing, too. I'm not very bright at the moment." Mara took a couple of deep breaths. "Here, goes." She dropped down and whimpered again as the plug slipped in. "Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. It stings!" Rapid shallow breaths followed. "If I didn't think it would hurt as much coming out I'd yank it." She gingerly assumed her position half-reclining. She sat back as the pain diminished. Robyn continued to work her hand along her clit. Moisture leaked between her cheeks. 

"Do you want me to get a towel? "

"Nah. I love your bare pussy, but I'd be too scared it would hurt" 

"You just stuck a log up your ass. I think you can handle a waxing," said Robyn as she reached for the vibe. 

"You've arrived."

"I've arrived where?"

"You've arrived at the 'want something in you' point."

"It's amazing how one second I'm not ready and the next minute it's 'fill me up' time," replied Robyn.

Talking faded. Sliding, moaning and breathing filled the room with eyes closed. Robyn peeked once and spied Mara pull at her small dark nipples sitting atop her small boobs as she worked the egg shape in and out stretching her pussy with each entry and exit time. Mara's eyes opened.

"Stop watching me," said Robyn. 

"You stop watching me," replied Mara.

"I'll leave if you don't stop," threatened Robyn.

"See ya. You're not going anywhere until you come, are you, bitch?" asked Mara.

"Nowhere. Not budging, queen bitch," answered Robyn. "At least shut up."

"Mums the word."

The heat overtook Robyn and she yanked the tank over her head. She reached around to remove the bra. 

Mara kept her word. Robyn watched between her own erotic moans and sighs as they moved closer to powerful orgasms. Mara held the vibrating egg directly against her clit and moaned with abandon as she moved the plug in and out of her ass. Her involuntary expressions of pleasure filled the room as surely as the smell of sex and female arousal permeated the space. Mara froze, her mouth open in a silent scream as her whole body clenched and jerked. Her legs closed as the climatic tension dissipated. 

As Mara's orgasm ended Robyn's started resulting in one long continuous climax across the couch. Robyn found herself in another crazy pleasure moment with the wine and the situation coursing through her head she cried aloud as rapturous convulsions started. 

With the dam broken, Robyn lazily nursed her clit to extract every bit of bliss from her marvelous come. Her breathing slowed. Every nerve ending in her body pulsed with life hypersensitive to the slightest changes in the rooms. She opened her eyes after sensing one such change. 

Mara surprised her, kneeling in front of Robyn's open legs on the sofa, her face less than a foot from Robyn's quim. 

"I've never watched another woman come," said Mara peering closely at Robyn's still twitching cunt. "That was probably the sexiest thing I have ever seen." 

Robyn tucked both hands behind her head giving the older woman an unimpeded view of her smooth glistening mons reveling in the lack of tension in her body. She still felt the ghost of her fingers playing across her pussy. She watched as Mara's face moved closer a view of the face giving way to blonde coiffure, the dark roots just emerging from her scalp. Mara never had a hair out of place. The hair gave way to a short bronze back, a white patch marked her bikini line flowing to a narrow waist.

"Are you getting a close enough look?" Anja asked nervously, pushing her breath out.

"Can I touch it?" asked Mara.

"I don't think that's a good idea," responded Robyn. 

Mara either didn't hear Robyn or ignored her as she softly slid her fingers around Robyn's sex. 

Robyn closed her eyes and leaned against the pillow, which was supported by the arm of the couch, sinking into a post coital relaxation. She focused on the feeling of the fingers not whose fingers they were. Female sex filled her nostrils. Not just her smell, it was the combination of the two randy women. Mara spoke. The words floated through Robyn's head unprocessed, but they niggled at Robyn like an itch as if the words had some import. She raised her head again to see Mara's extended her tongue inching towards her glistening pussy. Robyn tried to extract her hands from behind her head to push Mara away, but her arms were half-asleep, and Robyn wasn't quick enough. She had no leverage reclining and couldn't shift her cunt away from the tentative pussy seeking pink tongue. 

"Can I lick it?" That is what Mara had asked.

A nervous and anxious Robyn rushed to say, "I don't." Her words died as Mara's tongue probed her opening. Wet silky folds gave. Every pore, every nerve ending screamed for attention from the insistent pink phallus. Mara investigated the inner lips and outer lips avoiding Robyn's sensitive clit. The tongue explored the pink hole uncertainly, but gradually with more aggression, Mara probed her with a stiff tongue. 

The feeling expanded and Robyn wanted it to continue, but convention blocked her. She said, "Maybe we should . . . should . . . should" She started to say 'stop' but never finished as Mara said 'uh uh' without moving her mouth away. The vibrations from Mara's vocal cords delivered new sensations that exploded along Robyn's nervous system. 

Robyn caught movement out of the corner of her eye as she watched Mara's head shift around to redirect her tongue on its discovery expedition. Paul stopped short a few steps into the living room staring at the improbable sight before him, mouth hanging open, confused puppy dog head tilt, just as Mara described him during dinner, as he watched the back of his wife's head navigate between Robyn's legs. His eyes traveled beyond Mara's head to Robyn, a sheen of sweat covering her body. He saw one arm behind her head, which pointed one full breast capped with a small pink rigid nipple to the ceiling. The other hand clutched a fistful of blanket lying on the back of the sofa. Their eyes linked as Robyn moaned continuously. She watched Paul unbutton his jeans, silently unzip, push his underwear down until his semi-hard cock emerged. He took it in his right hand watching the tableau before him. He stared hungrily at Robyn's face and breasts. His gaze strolled down his wife's bobbing head back and along her back. Standing behind Mara Robyn knew he saw his wife's excited pussy. Robyn ran her tongue along her upper lip excited by the proximity of a hardening cock a few feet away. 

Robyn lost sight of the cock when Mara moved to her clit. Her eyes closed and her hips involuntarily elevated seeking more pressure. Mara moved to the area at the top of the swell without further direct contact on the most sensitive of places, and then she felt nothing. She whimpered in frustration and her hips sank. A new sensation surged over the area as Mara blew a gush of air across her mons. The contrast between the wet probing tongue and the flitting, light, startling cool wind across her loins drew another moan. 

Mara's head pressed into Robyn's juicy center and her friend's moan reverberated through Robyn's core. Mara was no reluctant cunnilinguist. Robyn opened her eyes and saw she was going to have to wait for cock because Paul was firmly planted in his wife. Robyn focused on Mara's tongue to dampen her cock jealousy. 'Where was Ed? Where were the Seahawks?' she wondered.

Mara moaned each time Paul drove into her, and the resulting vibrations fired dazzling feelings throughout Robyn's body. 

Through squinted eyelids she saw Paul grip Mara's hips like he was afraid she might get away. Mara enthusiastically met Paul's every thrust but should Mara change her mind for some reason Robyn would direct that talented mouth to her honeypot until she was satisfied. Robyn heard her own moaning was increase in volume and frequency. She glanced up. Paul's gaze fixed to her, eyes searing her, wanting her now. Mara held the cock, but Paul fucked Robyn whose long graceful neck whipped back in ecstasy as a vigorous plunge forced Mara's tongue on her clit with great ardor. 

When she looked at Paul again he watched her large breasts bounce on her chest with each jolt he delivered to Mara. "You're welcome," said Paul slightly out of breath. 

"Thank you sir, knight. You are an extraordinary jouster," replied Robyn out of breath herself. 

Mara lifted her head from Robyn's pussy. "What about me?" she asked face glistening with Robyn's juices. "I'm doing all the work, cunt licker and pincushion" In response, Paul stopped moving to Mara's dismay. 

"You're a slut," Robyn declared. Then In a lower quicker Seinfeld-like voice she continued, "Not that there's anything wrong with that." She caressed Mara's cheek with her hand. "I've done some crazy things but nothing as depraved as what you're doing now." She gave the couple a wicked sultry smile. "Not yet." Robyn reached to the end table for a sip of wine and returned it. With a sharp clap she declared, "That's enough rest you slackers. It's time for me to come again. Andale. Andale. Chop, chop." She pulled her friend's face to her weeping quim, and using a circular motion with her other hand instructed Paul to begin pile driving once again. 

"That's perfect," she purred as the duo found their rhythm. The short break was good for Paul, he was near his limit. A month ago he would have come in his pants when he walked in the room, but with all the sex he had had over the last two weeks his stamina was better. He was coming soon. A woman's moans often put him over the top, and two women's moans filled the room. Now as he feasted on Robyn's beautiful body and ecstatic face, he watched Mara grab a handful of bountiful breast in each hand, pull, and twist repeatedly. Paul passed the point of no return. He pronounced his climax with a roar. The muscles in the side of his neck knotted in thick cords, as he filled Mara. It felt to Robyn that Paul was going to push Mara through her crotch. The extended pressure triggered Robyn's release. Her orgasm bloomed like a chrysanthemum firecracker and her wails of ecstasy drowned out Paul's. Her hips rose from the sofa just as if there was a cock inside her and she tried to guide it as deep as possible.

Paul sat back on the opposite arm of the couch, spent. Robyn lay back languidly as her body recovered. Mara needed immediate help, "Someone please help me move. How can you get so stiff doing something you enjoy so much?"

Paul leaped to assist Mara. Robyn rested. With her husband's assistance she straightened her legs, slouched against the back of the sofa, and stretched her legs trying to return feeling to them. 

"Thank you, hunky husband," said Mara. "How about you come over and finish what you started?" She beckoned him. "Maybe when you're done with me you'll be hard again, and we'll find someone else for you to play with." She pulled Paul over to her mouth as forcefully as a 110 pound woman can jerk a 225 pound man. Robyn watched the couple work their mouths like randy teenagers. Those were her juices they were pushing around. It gave her a shiver. She wanted to participate, help Mara feel as good as Mara had made her feel, but she wasn't ready to go down on another woman. 

Paul kissed his way down Mara's body. Mara's soft moans made it clear that Paul had found her special spot. Mara worked her pelvis up and down like she was doing the most pleasurable exercises in the world. "You do that so well Pauley, don't stop."

Robyn crawled across the couch and smothered Mara's moan with a deep probing kiss before moving down the side of her neck nibbling and licking the smoothness that gave way to soft downy hairs near the start of her scalp. Robyn's right hand softly grazed the underside of Mara's small breast avoiding her nipple. She gave a gentle squeeze eliciting her own moan from Mara. "Don't stop. Please don't ever stop."

Robyn shifted her hand to the other breast and took the hard dark nipple in mouth. The room shivered with mournful empathy at Mara's deprivation. Robyn alternated between each breast sometimes sucking all the flesh into her mouth and other times swirling the nipple with her tongue interspersed with occasional gentle bites. Leaning across Mara's body Robyn's left breast came in contact with Mara's body. Robyn froze when she felt a hand sliding across her right breast. She looked out of the corner of her eye and saw Paul's arm. Paul watched her as he ran his tongue vigorously across Mara's clit. His other hand sawed his wife's cunt with two fingers. He pulled his head away silently mouthing, "Is that ok?"

Robyn turned back to the glistening breast and gave it a long pressure filled lick with the length of her broadened tongue while she moved her hand on top of Paul's and squeezed it to her breast. 

Mara was on the last leg of her long-awaited well-deserved climax. Mara chanted her 'don't stop, don't stop' just as she'd described it to Robyn two weeks ago. Mara's hips rose and fell like a piston in time with Paul's finger thrusts his tongue stationary letting Mara's hips guide her clit across it. 

"Harder, Robyn. Bite it," Mara pleaded, and Robyn gathered the nubbin between her teeth and pressed as Paul hefted Robyn's breast molded into his hand. At that moment Mara's body went rigid and her gratified cry pierced the air above Robyn's head as Robyn squeezed and released the nipple caught in her teeth again and again as the wailing continued. Robyn looked down to see Paul continue to thrust and lick. She didn't notice the hand had left her breast until she felt it sliding between her legs from behind across her slick lips. Her own moan slipped from her mouth even while she kept the climaxing woman's nipple clamped between her teeth. Paul moved Robyn's clit in concert with his tongue spreading delightful feelings through her body. With Mara coming down, Paul knew how Mara could take and kept his tongue resting on Mara's clit thinking about tackling the next available clit in the room. Mara loved Paul's understated motion. She pulled Robyn's face from her tit to her mouth for a long tongue cavorting kiss. 

After the passionate nosh Robyn pulled away. "I have a confession to make," she panted. "Your husband is playing with my pussy," she pressed her mouth to Mara's once again, "and I'm loving it." Mara moved one hand to Robyn's breast squeezing and moved to Robyn's pussy with the other to join her husband's. Three hands danced over Robyn, rubbing, grinding, inserting, and raising Robyn's temperature.

Mara pulled away from the kiss this time and said, "Where the hell is your husband? We need him."

"Who?"

"The second cock?"

"Oh, him. Yeah, he's letting us down. Let me call him. You'll have to stop what you're doing though. There is no way I can call him now." Robyn's breathing was getting short as the older couple continued to massage her.

"It might get him here faster."

"It might, at that."

"I'll stop," Mara declared. "I need to go to the bathroom and remove my plug. Paul, pour us more wine and bring a pitcher of water upstairs."

Robyn slid away from Mara, grabbed her phone and texted Ed, "The party has already started. Hurry! We need U!!!!!"



Thanks for reading and voting! The final installment will be out in few days.



A Talk Between Friends Ch. 03



Once, twice, thrice thanks to my editor extraordinaire!

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Robyn sauntered upstairs naked. Looking over shoulder at the scene of the wantonness. She'd enjoyed the evening so far, but she was a little nervous about Ed's reaction. She was with close friends and had always felt close to them as had Ed. Ever since the fateful phone call with Mara she got the feeling that a Mara breakout was coming. She never expected to be part of it, but Mara breaking out and white wine was a combustible mix.

Robyn strolled into the opulent master bedroom, a grand room with high ceilings, windows along two walls with western exposure to a territorial view providing plenty of light in the early evening. A whimsical modern design decorated the duvet cover with brightly colored swaths of stripes and bold splashes of circles.

Mara and Paul entered the room at the same time, Mara from the bathroom and Paul from the kitchen, hands full, with a tray of water glasses and wine glasses, a bottle of white wine and pitcher water. He placed it on the dresser and poured. Sitting on the bed nestled against Mara, Robyn watched the muscles in his back work the water pitcher. He turned and she admired his tall dark and handsome appeal, only the beginnings of love handles forming on his hips. With a tired grin he handed each woman a glass. Each guzzled the cool sweet refreshment while Paul poured water for himself and a wine chaser for Robyn and Mara. He walked back and handed them the wine glasses and took the water glasses back to refill.

Mara scooted over to one side and patted the now open space of bed between the two naked wine drinking women.

'Come here, stud," said Mara taking another large sip of wine. "I know why you can't wipe that shit-eating grin off your face, but now is no time to rest. Robyn and I can wake you."

Paul covered the short distance between the dresser and bed slowly, a cross of concern and anticipation decorating his face. He made to sit down but Mara put out her arm to stop him. He stood facing the bed, his flaccid cock just below eye-level. Mara took her wine glass, positioned it directly below Paul's cock and raised it submerging the head an inch into the pale, golden liquid, scattered bubbles clinging stubbornly to the sides of the stemware. She removed the glass and raised the cock to her mouth. She licked the wine soaked portion before moving putting as much as she could in her mouth and sucking until her cheeks sunk in. Robyn took each wine glass and deposited them on the dresser.

After a few moments Mara looked up and saw Paul staring at Robyn newly returned to the bed, her legs and sex spread and large breasts jutted towards Paul as she watched Mara work Paul's cock.

"I'm warning you, buddy," said Mara. "If you get hard looking at Robyn, I'll fuck you to death, instead of letting her fuck you to death. You're turn, girlfriend. Show us what you've got."

Paul had not grown at all as Robyn leaned down to bring the manhood back to life. She'd never gone down on a cock to get it hard and was eager for the challenge. She grabbed the hairy base of his cock, opened her mouth and swirled her tongue around floppy appendage. She put the whole thing in her mouth. She felt the serpent start to twitch to life, and formed an 'O' with her lips, and with the slightest suction moved her head back until the visibly larger beast fell from her mouth.

"Move aside. Don't be greedy." Mara moved in for her second helping. Seeing the swelling member, she took it in her hand and remarked, "Nice work, sister." Looking up at Paul it was a different message, "You better not be getting hard in her mouth either you manslut."

"Give him something to be excited about," teased Robyn. Mara went into a slobbery frenzy of tongue, suction and head bobs. "That's it. We're not trying to extend his pleasure. We're trying to get him back to pleasuring us as fast as possible."

While Mara monopolized Paul's growing pole, Robyn stood and pressed her body against Paul's right side. She stood on her toes to kiss, nuzzle and lick the side of his neck before sliding around behind him keeping her breasts pressed against him. When flush against his back, she reached around his body and found his nipples which she light pinched. Paul groaned in ecstasy. Robyn continued working his nipples and started a subtle thrust with her hips which forced his nearly hard cock in and out of Mara's mouth.

Mara removed the cock from her mouth, stroking his rigid cock with her hand. Robyn gave Paul's nipples one more squeeze and completed her circle around Paul.

Mara noticed Paul was uncharacteristically quiet. "You're not your normal gabby self, Paul."

Paul thought for a moment. "Why say anything? This is the best sexual day of my life already. I can only screw things up by talking, and I'm not ready for this to be over." He cupped Robyn's trim butt and pulled her to him turning so her breasts mashed against his chest, pressing his lips to Robyn's as Mara went back to sucking his iron hard rod. He pulled away from the kiss.

"Robyn, can you come down and give me a hand, or a mouth?" asked Mara.

Robyn gave Paul another peck on the lips and the closest nipple a quick lick, causing Paul to jerk in pleasure, before she slid down to sit on the bed next to Mara. "Your help has arrived. You look like you have that monster under control."

Mara answered, "I thought we might tag team him for a bit."

"I like the way you think." Robyn scooted tight against Mara. Mara pointed the hard wet cock at Robyn's mouth. Precum beaded at the tip and Robyn looked up into Paul's eyes, snaked out her tongue. The sticky liquid stretched like a liquid web into her mouth with her returning tongue. Paul moved his hand to the right side of Robyn's head and left of Mara's and massaged their scalps while they lavished attention on his cock. Robyn moved the cock in front of her with a purpose and took him in her mouth sliding down until it disappeared.

"Yes! That's what I call going down on someone. She's got all of you, dear. I have never seen that before."

"I've never seen nor felt that before. Her throat is massaging the head of my cock. It's the most wonderful feeling ever," Paul managed to spit the words into the room. "On top of everything she stares up at me with her bluest of eyes. It's electrifying."

Robyn backed off Paul's cock licking the saliva from her lips.

"High-five girl. That was the most amazing thing ever," said Mara. Robyn threw her hand up as Paul brushed her cheek appreciatively. Mara took control of Paul's cock swirling rapidly before encircling the upper third closing her eyes in concentration while sucking before she backed off. She also looked to her husband as her tongue moving languidly on the underside of the sensitive head. Paul groaned.

Mara offered the hard wet flesh back to Robyn. Robyn put her hand around the base and slid back and forth. Slurping sounds filled the room around Robyn's loose suction. After a final bob she relocated her hand to Paul's abdomen and slowly descended his entire length until her nose settled against his skin. Holding his entire cock in her throat for a moment she retreated before sliding down fully, utterly. Paul threw his head back and groaned. Robyn pulled back and looked up at him jacking him with one slick hand and massaging his dangling balls with the other.

"You are a girl of hidden talents, Robyn, and you excel at hiding my husband's cock. You inspire me," declared Mara. "You don't mind dear if I practice swallowing you, do you Paul?"

"Just name the time and the place" answered Paul.

"I figured that would be your response," said Mara. "Until then, it's time for something new."

Mara turned around on the bed getting on her hands and knees. "Robyn, why don't you join me, and we'll see what he can do with that tool we were so kind to harden for him."

Robyn climbed up next to Mara. Robyn looked at Mara and muttered, "I did not see this happening when I got up this morning."

"Why ever not? Wasn't it obvious?" asked Mara.

Paul came behind them and caressed each beautiful women he would enter in moments. His hands cupped and then rubbed the bottoms admiring the feel, tightness and curve. He looked at each back, his wife on the left petite and short, much shorter than the tall and slender Robyn whose back dimpled just above the top of her bum. Mara's short straight blonde frosted hair sported dark roots contrasting with Robyn's dark wavy auburn shoulder-length mane, much of it splayed across her upper back. Paul moved his hands lower to the sweet crevice of the two beauties, their bums squirming in anticipation of the sweet fullness just seconds away. He moved down and dipped a hand into each woman's dripping quim, slipping across puffy lips and entering them. Each pussy grasped eagerly beckoning his fingers inside. Moans of desire and need followed Paul's fingers. The women were ready. Paul was ready.

Paul moved behind Robyn adjusting his cock to the right angle. Finally, years of fantasies about to come true. The sharp earthy smell of Robyn's lust mugged him as his cock tip made contact with her sopping pussy. He slid his length deliberately back and forth across her outer lips moving his hands to the handle-like hipbones. Robyn groaned anew. Mara turned her head to watch Robyn's expressions as she reveled in the feeling. Mara knew the sharp intake in Robyn's breath came from Paul's cock making contact with Robyn's clit.

Paul slid back until his cock settled into Robyn's folds, the tip gently nestled in her entrance. He wanted to savor this moment. Let his and Robyn's desire climb. Robyn sought to be filled, and Paul's body reacted in concert keeping his cock in the same position relative to her pussy. He twitched in impatience but waited until he could wait no longer.

Now. He couldn't delay any longer. His hips pushed.

A klaxon erupted from the doorway. "What the hell is going on here," shouted Ed. Paul's and Mara's naked butts filled his vision. Paul faced the end of the bed and just past Paul's right side Ed could see Robyn on her knees a stunning naked breast visible along with thick brown locks grazing the bed.

Paul froze. Robyn sighed, whimpered and cleared her throat trying to sound normal and welcoming, which she was though given a choice she would have preferred if he had shown up thirty minutes sooner or fifteen minutes later.

Paul took tiny shifting steps to stand behind his wife's open sex invitation and after bending his knees he started sliding his cock back and forth between Mara's legs. Mara took her cue to moan.

"Ed, you made it," called Robyn. The unfortunate result sounded like Lana Turner after a pack of cigarettes and three rounds of sex. She cleared her throat desperately hoping to sound less sexual the next time.

She reached back saying, "Come here, Ed. I really need you." That flopped too as she unconsciously poured all her need into the word 'need' while she wiggled her bottom enticingly like a female chimp, her soggy swollen opening ready for the next available primate.

"Can I speak to you out in the hallway, please?" Ed left the room.

"Coming, dear." She gave Paul and Mara an uncertain look and padded naked out of the room. Her breasts ached to be manhandled, or woman-handled, as they bounced on her way to Ed. She giggled at the thought.

Mara spoke out, "I'll try to take this huge thing solo." A loud moan was followed by, 'Oh, fuucckkk!"

Robyn giggled again.

"What's so damned funny? Have you spent the whole afternoon making fun of me?"

Robyn looked up in shock. Ed stood in the hallway, arms crossed. The veins in his forearms bulged, eyes stared intently and his nostrils flared with heavy breaths as he waited for her response.

"No," she blurted. Seeing he was upset and uncertain scared her. "No. No. God, no," she said reaching for him. "Nothing like that. We've missed you and wanted you here. I've been texting you. Calling you."

He unclenched, slightly. "Maybe you better tell me what's been going on. What's gotten into you?"

The sounds of Paul's thighs smacking Mara's ass echoed in the hallway.

Robyn reached out her hands. He reluctantly uncrossed his arms and gave her his hands. One communicant stood naked, flushed and leaking. The other waited semi-hard in his pants and semi-hard in his attitude. She gave him a brief sketch of dinner, the white wine, the mutual masturbation looking down as she told him about it."

"She has the best tasting pussy I've ever had," shouted Mara from the bedroom without a hitch in the metronomic rhythmic slapping.

Ed raised an eyebrow. Robyn clarified, "It's the only pussy she's ever eaten."

She placed Ed's arms around her waist and pulled him to her. She explained Paul's arrival and what happened downstairs. She tugged Ed closer and finished telling of the tag team blowjob still looking down shyly verbalizing her brazenness. When done speaking she raised her head and saw the amusement in Ed's eyes at her at her embarrassment in explaining her audacity.

"Your breath smells like an open cask of Sauvignon Blanc, but I don't smell pussy or cum."

Robyn's head dipped until they could just see him opening her eyes ultra-wide. Her milky blue eyes sparkled in innocence. She shook her head back and forth slowly never breaking eye contact.

"Penetration, where and whom?"

Robyn opened her eyes wider and again slowly shook her head. Virtue radiated from the angel-like gaze.

"Very good," said Ed pulling her close and squeezing tight. "Very, very good." Robyn leaned in as Ed gently rocked her. "Performance." Robyn stiffened.

Robyn abruptly pulled back and dropped her head. Ed softly lifted her chin with his finger. The gentle finger contrasted with the hard gaze locked on her. "Do not bullshit me, Robyn."

Robyn sighed and stuck out her lower lip. "Mara's tongue probably made its way inside, but I never asked her to or gave permission." She crossed her arms.

"But she loved it," hollered Mara.

Robyn wiggled her face and sneered uncrossing her arms long enough to flip off Mara through the wall. Her breasts bounced in response to her jerky motion.

Robyn continued, "Paul's finger may have slipped inside while he was eating Mara, and I was sucking her nipples." Robyn considered other sources of penetration and concluded, "That's it. That's all there was."

"Your friend's tongue and her husband's finger?"

"Paul is also my friend."

Ed nodded his head in agreement. "I stand corrected."

Ed tilted his head as if looking for more.

"I said that was it," Robyn protested.

"I just want to point out your friend's cock was in your mouth."

"Well, yes, but I told you about that earlier. Wouldn't be much of a blowjob without penetration." Robyn had had enough.

"You pervert," spat Robyn. "He got the full treatment, the whole damn disappearing act treatment. Is that what you want to hear? If you had arrived earlier" Robyn continued "you would have seen the whole thing. Or seen none of it." She waved her arms with a magician's flair, breasts flouncing anew. "Poof! Gone."

"If I had been here, it may not have happened, "countered Ed.

"Ed, are we going to stand out here and quibble about who penetrated whom, or are we going to get in there and start penetrating and being penetrated?" Robyn reached out and rubbed the obvious bulge in Ed's slacks.

"Do I get a vote?" questioned Mara from the other room.

"One last question. It's not to bust your chops, or anybody's chops," promised Ed. "Paul fucked you, too, didn't he?"

"Oh, Ed. I don't know. Maybe he did, and maybe he didn't. It's a gray area." Ed saw that something crossed her mind. She grabbed his belt. "May I demonstrate? Then you can be the judge."

"Be my guest," replied Ed.

Robyn removed Ed's shoes and socks, quickly followed by the belt, slacks and underwear. She stayed kneeling and pushed saliva out of her mouth until her lips were exceedingly wet.

She started drooling as she said, "My other lips were very wet, too." She glanced between her legs in case the 'other lips' reference confused him.

She formed her lips into an approximation of the entrance to her pussy and placed the tip of Ed's cock there saliva dripping down her chin. Only about one-half the tip penetrated her mouth. When Robyn pulled back it was obvious from the wetness on his Ed's cock how far Paul's cock had gone.

Ed laughed and laughed. His cock bobbed up and down. "That was the best demonstration, ever. I almost wished he'd made it further." He calmed after a moment, "And you didn't think I'd mind?"

"I didn't think you'd mind if we enjoyed this together."

"You're probably right, but you know how to shock somebody."

"And so do you. Your voice is still ringing in my ear."

Mara made herself heard again, "I hope you're not expecting me to take this huge cock by myself much longer."

Robyn stood, a coy smile on her face, "We can't leave her to face that ordeal on her own."

Ed shook his head, "I'm not taking the monster cock. We need to be clear on that."

Robyn shook her head while moving her lips silently, "It's not that big."

Robyn took his Ed's hand and placed it at her core. "I know somewhere we can stash that beast for a little bit." She leaned into Ed with lips to his ear and whispered, "I only wish Paul had a monster cock."

Ed's fingers slipped friction free across her flowing quim.

"If you want to sacrifice yourself Robyn, I admire that. Maybe I'll see what I can do to help Mara recover from her trial with my munchkin manhood."

"Ha. Recovery, yes. Munchkin, no. Kiss me." She pulled him fiercely to her lips, breasts, bellies, groins, and thighs tightly compressed. Hot lips slid in molten motion.

Breaking the kiss she said "Follow me." Following Robyn's naked ass had never ever been a problem for Ed. Too skinny to be called heart-shaped, they are symmetrical half-moons meeting at a deep mysterious alluring crevice. No shimmy on her tight bum. No love handles on Robyn either, only the prominent hip bones perfect for gripping.

Robyn climbed into bed and assumed her position next to Mara, Ed strode towards Paul with a purposefully, seriously. Paul only noticed after shifting his lustful gaze from Robyn's full swaying breasts to see Ed's scowl aimed at him. Paul cowered like he was trapped.

Ed lifted his right hand above his head and shouted, "Full treatment! High five!"

Paul's brain process the words slowly. He looked at the hand a second before a big smile burst across his face. His hand rose to smack Ed's at the apex, accompanied by a, "Hell, yeah!"

Ed marveled that he'd just high fived someone who was having sex with a third person. He hadn't expected that today.

"Now I believe my wife is wanting some of that monster cock you're packing, and I have some catching up to do." He smacked Mara's ass cheek as Paul withdrew which emitted a sucked in "Oh" from Mara.

"Someone better replace my husband, asap. Any volunteers?" inquired Mara. Ed rubbed her ass and lower back for a moment before she collapsed on the bed head turned toward Robyn and Paul. Ed stripped off his shirt and spooned Mara. He watched Paul prepare to enter Robyn from behind rubbing his cock between Robyn's legs. Her back angled down slightly and breasts just grazed the bedspread. She looked tense as if coming to the end of a long journey.

"I thought I was ready for this, but now I'm a little nervous," said Mara.

"Maybe it would help if you had something else to occupy your attention," suggested Ed.

"I bet you have something in mind," answered Mara as Ed ground his crotch against Mara's slim behind. "You should distract me however you see fit."

Ed shifted his hip which forced his cock between Mara's legs.

"Remind me what was I nervous about?"




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"Watching your husband slip my wife his monster cock?"

"Oh, yeah," replied Mara. "I'm pretty sure as soon as I have your monster cock in me everything is going to be fine."

Mara adjusted her angle, and Ed entered. After alleviating Mara's nerves, they gave the couple next to them their full attention. Paul was still sliding his cock along Robyn's lips. Ed saw that Robyn wanted more. On cue Paul pulled back, aligned and plowed forward. Mara watched Paul's face, tight in concentration, as he watched his cock disappear into his long-time fantasy woman. Mara had shared with Robyn previously that Paul had long fantasied about watching Robyn making love, but, but had kept to herself that Paul wanted it to be him. Once in a while Mara would pretend she was Robyn for Paul and whip him into a frenzy.

Ed watched Robyn's face as Paul pushed into her. It felt surreal. He loved watching their homemade lovemaking movies. He loved watching every portion of her body so much he'd watch it five times in a row. The first time he watched her face. The next time he'd watch her chest sweeter than any confection. Then he'd focus on her abdomen where nothing happened for a long time until the undulations and violent clinching began. Then it was the hands and arms or the legs. Hips were another favorite. He knew she moved them to extract maximum pleasure from his cock, fingers and mouth. Sometimes he'd blank the screen listen to her passion -- whispers, moans graduating to wails of pleasure coursing through her body for fleeting seconds. Just as in the actual lovemaking he loved coming when she came and stroked his cock in perfect timing after he couldn't possible watch it one more time without flaying his cock.

Ed's nerves churned through his gut and being in Mara didn't lessen them. Most important to him was that their relationship not change. Paul started to fuck Robyn, but only Ed made love to her. Robyn's eyes scrunched in concentration and pleasure with Paul's spearing. Ed and Robyn had discussed having sex with others if the situation felt right. He had never expected it to happen, and certainly not with friends, but that was where Mara and the white wine led them. They planned to talk before initiating the experience to check the other was ok with the situation, if possible, but they trusted each other and as long as they felt good about their relationship they left that stipulation flexible.

"How's that feel, love?" asked Ed.

Robyn slowly turned her head and took in the scene before her, Mara closest with Ed directly behind her. Robyn noticed Ed's hips moving slowly smiling at the scene.

She responded, "Sublime," and returned her had to look forward.

"Too bad we're not recording this for future viewing," said Ed, the perpetual voyeur.

Silence followed until Paul started his sawing motion, and Robyn's pussy squelches sex sounds filled the room as her breasts flowed back and forth from the motion.

Mara disengaged from Ed and scooted off the bed between the two men. She stood behind Paul and reached around him to grab Robyn's hips. With Paul trapped behind two beautiful naked woman, Mara shoved her hips forward which shot Paul's cock into Robyn with a jolt. Robyn moaned.

"Just stay there without moving," said Mara. "Believe me, you'll thank me for it very soon."

"I doubt it," answered Robyn.

Mara darted out of the room leaving it silent. Ed shifted closer to Robyn's head and gave her a kiss which she returned fiercely tongues darting and slithering. The kissing ardor gradually decreased and shifted to mashing and sliding lips meandering lazily. After a few moments of this Ed considered kneeling in front of Robyn so she could give him the treatment, but Mara returned with a video camera which she set-up on the dresser across the room. In moments the little red light lit. Ed's cock climbed ten notches on Moh's scale.

Mara climbed onto the bed and Ed reached for her. "I know what you want big boy, but hold that thought. Scoot back a little." Ed moved away from Robyn's head until he couldn't move anymore, his back against the headboard. Mara faced him sitting down and slowly lay down flat. She slid down the bed toward coupling at the far end of the bed. She slipped beneath Robyn's head and kissed her like an inverted Toby McGuire Spiderman kissing Mary Jane Kirsten Dunst.

Kissing was brief, however, as Mara continued her trek south. Ed watched Mara's torso disappear under his wife and looked higher to observe Robyn as he had a good idea what Mara had mind. Robyn's eyes bolted open confirming his suspicion. Mara's tongue found Robin's clit. The intense pleasure played across Robyn's features. One moment it looked like she was trying to pull away from the cock and tongue, the pleasure overwhelming. Paul's grip prevented her escape. With Mara in position Paul aggressively thrust into Robyn rocking her body forward hair and breasts jumping towards Ed. Robyn's face lost the shocked look. First her mouth locked open and scrunched eyes formed a grimace. Next, her eyes arched wide staring right at Ed but not seeing him.

Ed heard Mara speaking but couldn't hear the words through Robyn's body. Robyn beckoned him forward. Ed walked on his knees until he knelt in front of her. She ducked her head and plunged her mouth on Ed's cock vigorously. Ed barely registered the stimulation before the thrill was gone. Robyn grasped and guided his saliva slick cock into Mara. The insertion, and Mara's accompanying moan, triggered a chain reaction. Her cunt clenched Ed's rod. Mara's moan sent vibrations through Robyn's clit whose pussy gripped Paul like a tug-of-war participant clutches a rope. Paul and Ed moaned in response to the tightening passages. Smacking thighs and buttocks sounds filled the room. Robyn grunted with each thrust, her pitch progressively rising. Her head bumped into Ed's navel with the force of Paul's pile driving.

Robyn grunts and moans abruptly ended. She bucked once, twice, then continually. Paul smacked her louder. A growl stole from Robyn's open mouth low and primal. Her eyes squeezed tight as if trying to hide from a nightmare. The volume rose. The pitch climbed until it abruptly ended with the Robyn oxygen fully expelled. She thrust her ass back vigorously forcing a louder flesh on flesh collisions. She pulled in air with a great whoosh punctured with every thrust Paul could deliver. The pattern repeated, and Ed could only imagine the strokes that Mara's tongue was delivering to Robyn's clit.

Eventually Robyn reached between her legs to push Mara away, and Paul slowed considerably (which made sense because he was a general contractor not a marathon-fucking champion). Robyn disengaged from Paul and collapsed on her side. She spasmed periodically for several minutes then went still. Ed could now see Mara again. She pulled Paul's cock slathered with Robyn's sex juices to her mouth cleaning it for whatever may come next and eager for another taste of Robyn.

"That was amazing," said Mara wiping the copious nectar from her mouth with the sheet. Ed pulled out. "I see a cock that needs to come. Why don't you lie down next to your lovely spent wife, and I'll pleasure you to a wonderful conclusion. Of course I need attention, too. Maybe we can come to a mutually beneficial arrangement," she said winking at Ed.

Ed lay down his cock jutting from his groin. Mara climbed on top of him and kissed him hard.

"I hope you're ok going down on me. Or going up on me in this case." As quick as a cat she turned to face Ed's feet and his cock.

"Bring it, mrrrmph," started Ed unable to finish with a mouth full of Mara's pussy. She saturated Ed with sweet marinade and an intoxicating musky smell filled his nose. Mara dropped down on his cock and sucked. With all the visual and aural stimulation watching Robyn contort and come for five minutes, Ed felt the familiar tingling at once. He strained to bring his partner to orgasm first, but he had no shot and gave Mara everything he had. While Mara licked and gently sucked his sensitive and shrinking penis, her movements became more erratic as Ed twirled his tongue and lips clamped on Mara's clit bringing her loudly to the sweet pinnacle.

Robyn watched with interest but it didn't generate enough energy to propel her from the fetal position. Everyone caught their breath except for Paul who didn't quite know where to insert his unsatisfied cock.

The room was silent other than Paul stroking his dick until he snuggled behind Mara. The four spread across the king-sized bed. Three worked to regain their strength and Paul sought to maintain his.

Eventually Mara spoke. "I'm not wasting this opportunity. Robyn, what do you say we give Ed the dual temptress blowjob treatment we gave Paul earlier?"

"You start. I'll join you in a minute."

Mara directed Ed to stand facing the bed. She looked at Paul and jerked her head in Robyn's direction. Ed's post-pleasure limpness stared her in the face. She slid her palm under his balls barely touching them which elicited a moan from Ed and a jerk of life from his cock. "That's it. Wake up for momma. She wants to play." Mara licked up and down the cock with no sense of purpose just looking to slide her tongue around the smooth awakening power. She took the downward pointing dick and pointed it at her open mouth. She looked up at Ed and enveloped the tumescent cock. Mara maintained eye contact and swirled her tongue continuously while maintaining suction on the floppy appendage. The blonde stilled the corkscrewing tongue momentarily to enjoy the little jerks Ed's cock made in her mouth as each heartbeat brought it to life.

She pulled it out to look at Robyn. Paul sat on the bed next to her. Mara was pleased Paul had understood her earlier head signal. He maneuvered Robyn onto her back, and moved his hands slowly and firmly over her curvy body. Her wavy hair splayed on the pillow. Her collarbones extended proudly from the base of her slim graceful neck. Her heavy breasts leaned to the sides, small pick nipples almost indistinguishable from her skin color, stood proudly like mini round mesas. A butterfly navel piercing sank into her concave stomach, which rose to two prominent hip bones on either side. She bent her scarred knees, veterans of several surgeries, to the sides providing Paul greater access.

Mara turned back to Ed and noticed his cock was much longer than moments ago. Robyn's moan briefly distracted Mara. Ed observed everything. He stared at the beautiful tableau of Paul rubbing and massaging his Robyn for some time. Paul's hands turned sexual and slid across her bare slit. She arched her pelvis trying to force more friction onto her awakening clit.

Ed watched her twist away from Paul and towards Mara and Paul.

"Save some of my favorite cock for me," said Robyn.

She thrust her head next to Mara's and tongued anything she could reach that wasn't already covered by Mara.

"Hang on, girl. I already did the real work getting him hard."

"Oh, yeah," breathed Robyn between bobs. "He was staring at your husband feeling me up as he came back to life." She lay on her stomach, spread her legs and looked back invitingly at Paul who returned his fingers to her honey pot. "I know my pervee husband."

The sexy ladies assumed the same rhythm they'd had with Paul. Mara tried to compete with Robyn's swallowing abilities. Robyn whispered encouragement and suggestions when she didn't have one or both or her husband's testicles in her mouth. She also waved Paul over and sat-up taking his cock in her hand. She descended on Paul's cock while Mara worked on Ed. When her turn came to take Ed Robyn left no doubt who in the room gave the full treatment. She bobbed and swallowed Ed's cock with gusto. Mara found something useful to do as she returned to grazing and fondling Ed's balls. Her other hand snaked further down. Ed moaned every time his cock hit the back of Robyn's throat, but he jerked as felt Mara's finger entering his ass. As it entered farther he leaned into Robyn's mouth. Once Mara started massaging his prostate he about lost it and jerked away from them both out of breath.

The ladies gave their own high-fives celebrating the intensity of Ed's reaction. Ed stayed out of reach to regain control.

"You," said Ed pointing at Mara. "On your back. Legs up."

"You," said Ed, pointing at Robyn. "Do whatever he says." Ed indicated Paul.

Mara assumed the position with hands crooked behind her knees. Ed wasted no time moving between her legs and rubbing the tip of his cock around her slit and clit. He rubbed the leaking juice from her cunt around her puffy labia and circled her clit before making eye contact and pushing his entire cock inside her in one steady thrust. Mara arched her back and pushed her mound to meet the base of his cock. As soon as they separated a fraction Robyn moved in and rubbed Mara's clit in miniature circles.

"Don't stop. That feels wonderful." Mara raised her arms over her head in surrender.

"I'm done here," answered Robyn removing her hand.

"You are a bitch," said Mara. "Unless you're rubbing my clit."

"Paul, you should get up here and hold your wife's arms down so she doesn't try to escape. After all, we only want what's best for her," said Robyn. "What if I rub something else?"

She slid her finger wet with Mara's juices under Ed's cock and pressed against Mara's anus. "I wonder if my finger will fit in his tight little hole." She timed her push with Ed's exit and pierced the tight ring. Mara gave a guttural groan which inflected higher as Ed pushed into her pussy again and held himself still. Ed grasped and held Mara's legs. The husband and wife team moved on opposite strokes, and Mara's confused hips rolled back and forth not sure how to extract the most pleasure from the moment.

Robyn added a second finger. She rose to her knees and whispered in Ed's ear. Paul joined the confab. Mara only heard indistinct mumbling from Robyn, but Paul exclaimed, "No, way!" which concerned Mara. More Robyn whispers. Paul and Ed simultaneously exclaimed, "Hell, yeah! Now?"

Robyn looked at Mara squirming at both intrusions and gave her clit one more rub drawing a deep muffled groan from Mara. This groan was muffled due to Paul's cock which had found its way into Mara's mouth mid-groan.

With her mouth full Mara felt the loss of both a cock from her pussy and fingers from her ass. Out of Mara's sight, Robyn grasped Ed's cock and pulled it forward. Ed pushed Mara's legs until they pressed on her small breasts. This exposed and spread Mara's skinny ass cheeks giving Robyn an unobstructed target. With first contact Mara sensed what was coming. She jerked her head spitting Paul's cock from her mouth.

"He's too big."

"Hah! I take it."

"It's been too long."

"Double Hah! You're probably still reamed out from your old boyfriend not to mention your early evening plug. Tell me the log wasn't to get you ready for exactly this. Mara licking her lips was the only answer they needed.

She moved her hand forward with his cock until they penetrated Mara. She reacted by arching her neck and grimacing. Ed knew not to move until he got the ok from Mara. Robyn made both of them feel better. She alternated licking and nipping their nipples. She used one hand to rub Mara's clit and the other massaged Ed's balls. It tormented them in their stillness. Eventually Robyn nudged Ed forward, and he was all the way home.

With her eyes not quite believing what she was seeing, Robyn commented, "Anal sex is still kind of dirty. Don't get me wrong, I like it, but not everyone will, ever. It's like people thought of blow-jobs before the Victorian period. A handful of folks did it, but it wasn't mainstream. They were the nasty dirty people where today most people don't even think about it. They just do it. When you were doing anal in the early 70's . . ."

Mara grunted, "Easy now."

"OK, early 80's, you were one of those nasty dirty sexual trendsetter people. It still isn't mainstream, but it is much more popular than it was then. Back then, you were probably part of the 1%. I'm jealous. You can call me nasty or dirty, but unless I think of some new sex acts or do things that I haven't done yet, I'll never achieve nasty dirty status."

She turned her eyes to Paul, acting the submissive coquettish girl prompted her conqueror, "Maybe Paul can help me. Anal sex may not be your favorite, but what dirty things are you going to do to me, Paul?"

"I don't know. Whatever you want." Paul slowly stroked his cock.

"Oh, you must want to do something Mara doesn't let you do." She abandoned Ed and Mara and took Paul's hard cock from him and took charge of the stroking. "Let me do it for you."

"We could just have sex again." Paul hesitated to share his next fantasy.

"Oh, bullshit," Mara erupted. "You're in your fifties! I can't believe I have to arrange your sexual positions for you," complained Mara. She turned to look at Robyn, "He has a fantasy of fucking your tits. Not fucking any tits, your tits."

"Paul, is this true?" Robyn moving her hand up and down in the space between her breasts. She reached across her chest under her breasts and pulled the far one close creating a tight luscious channel for Paul to imagine his cock exploring. "Imagine your monster cock between these pillowy breasts."

Paul, mesmerized by the flesh being offered to him, could not form a response.

"Take over, Robyn," said Mara. "You fried his synapses."'

"The first thing we'll need to do is reduce the friction a tad. We don't want you coming too soon, or chafing this big boy." Robyn squeezed Paul's cock tighter and pulled on it a few times before she scooped the pre-cum she had milked from him and began rubbing it on the inner half of both breasts. "I think we need some more." She let go of Paul's cock and with one hand scooped molten honey from the overflowing pot between Mara's legs and dipped into her own dripping pussy with the other. She watched Paul the whole time. She smiled inside at how eager Paul must be behind his catatonic exterior. He didn't know whether to look at her face, her boobs or what her hands were up to, completely fried.

"Please fuck my big slippery tits, Paul," begged Robyn. "Please? It's ok if some of your cock accidentally slips into my mouth." Robyn glanced downward as if embarrassed and shy. "You're so big."

Ed watched Robyn's show with a smile thrusting into Mara with full steady strokes. Robyn's play acting increased his excitement which he took out on Mara's bum. Mara, on a different planet than everyone else in the room and no longer paying attention to the other couple, displayed her gratitude by rolling her head back and forth moaning.

Robyn lay down with her head towards the end of the bed. Flesh slapping flesh filled her ears as Paul walked on his knees toward her. Paul entered Robyn's pussy glazing his cock in her juices. He straddled her rib cage. Robyn pushed her boobs together creating a slick flesh channel for Paul to play in.

She glanced down at her delectable flesh before looking at Paul. "Fuck me," whispered Robyn, her stare piercing him. Paul plunged his cock between her boobs. He pushed slowly until his cock emerged at the top of Robyn's cleavage and bumped into her chin. He placed a hand on either side of Robyn's head for leverage and began a steady rhythm into the breasts he'd fantasized about for years. After a minute or two, Robyn lifted her head and let the tip of his cock push into her mouth. It resided there but a heartbeat before it departed on its downward journey. Like an engine the piston returned and instead of her mouth Robyn used her tongue and coated as much of his cock as she could in the fraction of a second available. She alternated her oral attacks to keep him off-guard. Once Paul stopped at the top of the stroke in her mouth. She took that opportunity to assault the truncheon tonguing figure eights and star patterns across his cock. Her mouth brought him to the precipice, and he yanked himself out of her mouth and thrust rapidly with short strokes into the slippery tunnel. He bellowed like a mad ejaculating bull as his seed spewed across Robyn's mouth, chin, neck, and boobs. Robyn was coated in the thick white liquid as Paul slowed his thrusting, breathing hard. His panting continued until he leaned over and gave Robyn a kiss of gratitude. He collapsed on the far side of Robyn so as not to block her view of the final carnal act in the room. Paul gently massaged Robyn's breasts intermingling his cum, her cum and Mara's cum.




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Paul couldn't believe Ed was still assaulting Mara's ass. Robyn rolled away from Paul and kneeled over Mara. "I'll take over the handwork, dear, so you can concentrate on giving the bitch the reaming she deserves," taunted Robyn.

Ed nodded which bounced droplets of sweat onto Mara's seething body. Ed was surprised that it didn't sizzle and evaporate on contact. He never stopped thrusting, but one hand had been diddling Mara's clit throughout.

As Robyn took over the rubbing, Ed shoved himself all the way in and held still. He could see liquid pulse from her quim and stream down to bathe his cock in lubricant. Mara constantly oiled his cock and her hole. Mara moved more once Ed stopped. She tried to keep Robyn's fingers on her clit by moving her pelvis as much as possible while speared by Ed's cock.

Robyn teased her. "Does Mara need to come?"

Mara's answer erupted from her core. "Yessss." Her hips lost all semblance of coordinated movement and quivered in violent spasms until Robyn was moved to mercy. She rubbed Mara vigorously. Ed watched Mara clutch the sheets in a deathlike vise and was compelled to unleash a final few minutes of vigorous thrusting. The skirmish was too much for Mara to bear, and she succumbed loudly, body frenzied.

After everyone caught their breath, they piled into the huge master shower. Cleaning was never more fun. The toweling slowed to a glacial paced given the low energy level.

"That was a wild evening," said Ed. "Are we going to do this again?"

"Maybe," replied Robyn, queen of the noncommittal.

"While we're considering that possibility, Paul, please pour Robyn a big glass of red wine. My house needs a serious cleaning," said Mara.

The women shared a hearty laugh that turned into a topless hug. The female to female contact had Paul yearning that 'maybe' turned to 'yes' in the very near future.

"While you're doing that," said Ed. "I'm going to grab the video camera." He skipped down the hall like a little boy.

Robyn smiled and shook her head. "I love my pervee, husband."

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