0 comments/ 74283 views/ 6 favorites Boys Night In By: Kristov Scott and I had planned this night for us. We had grabbed a movie, got a new tube of KY, and had gone out for dinner – not because of the night we had planned, simply because we were hungry. Looking across the table at Scott, his black wavy hair and blue eyes staring back into mine, I knew that I was in for a treat tonight. I closed my eyes and imagined his cock in my ass, him reaching around and jerking me off, his cum splattering inside me and mine shooting all over my chest…I shivered in expectation as we left the restaurant. Scott simply smiled and held my hand as we walked home. I had met Scott at a gay bar downtown one night when I had been clubbing. I spotting the cute guy from across the club, watching his hard body dance in the crowd. I had never thought that my tussled brown hair and green eyes would attract anyone, but it sure attracted Scott. He had bought me a drink and we chatted and danced for most of the night. We had ended the evening in a corner of the club, tongues in each other’s mouths and hands groping everywhere. I had spent the night at his house. We had moved in together – his house was close to both of our offices, and we wanted to spend all or time with each other. It had seemed like a no-brainer. We ate our meals together, walked to work together, and spent the nights fucking each other in his bed. Tonight wasn’t supposed to be different than usual, but I knew that tonight was going to be something that we’d both remember for a very long time. Scott sat down on the couch and popped the all-male porn movie we had picked up earlier into the VCR. He looked at me and smiled that cute smile of his. “Ready?” he asked, pointing at the screen. “Hang on,” I said. “I’m going to go change.” I walked to our bedroom and stripped down to the skin, and looked around for a pair of pants to wear. Pausing in front of our full-length mirror, I admired the view. I wasn’t very muscular or athletic, but I had some meat on my bones, at least. Wire framed glasses were perched on my nose. I had a small goatee on my chin and a patch of hair in the middle of my chest. I shaved everywhere else. I had finished trimming this morning, and ran a hand down to give my cut six-inch cock and hairless balls a feel. The touch of air on them was nice, and my hand simply excited myself. My cock started to harden, and I gave it a few strokes. “Hey, are you getting started without me?” called Scott form the living room. Grinning, I pulled on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt, and left the bedroom and sat down beside him on the couch. Looking around the room, I noticed that Scott’s boxers had been thrown across the room. I guess he had gone commando too. My cock started to stiffen again, the thought of him and me pressed against each other, dicks rubbing against the other… I stopped thinking and decided to watch the movie. Two guys were showering in a gym room, their tight asses towards the screen. Soon enough, one of them was on his knees in front of the other, swallowing his cock. After about five minutes of that, they started fucking each other. I looked over at Scott, the bulge in his pants growing by the second. Reaching over, I fondled his cock a bit, feeling it jump under the denim. He looked over at me and blew me a kiss, so I leaned towards him and kissed him, his lips soft against mine, my tongue trying push its way onto his mouth. Pushing me away, he looked at me with a mockingly angry look. “Is getting into my pants all you think about?” He asked. “Well, no,” I said, “I don’t think about it when I’m sleeping.” He laughed at that. “Just watch the movie a bit more. Then we’ll play.” Nodding, I moved away from him. My lips were still aching for him though. The scene in the movie was the same, but there were other men in addition to the two that were there before. Those two were fucking doggy style on the floor, with about four other guys standing around them, fisting their own cocks. One of them groaned and shot long strings of cum onto the couple. It started a chain reaction of orgasms around the circle, all the men covering the couple with their hot semen. By this time, Scott and I had both pulled out our cocks and were masturbating slowly at this. Watching my boyfriend pump his hard seven inches with his hand turned me on all the more. Leaning over, I took the head of his cock in my mouth, tongue swirling over it. I tasted precum, which drove me to suck him all the more. “Fuck…that’s it…get to the bedroom, you hot little slut…” Scott moaned. I guess he was as hot as I was. We got up and walked to the bedroom, shutting the door behind us. He walked up to me and kissed me, his tongue pushing at my lips, aching to get inside my mouth. I pressed mine against his, and our tongues fought each other inside my mouth. Breaking away, I looked him in the eyes. “Naked…I want to see your body…get naked for me.” Scott slipped quickly out of his shirt and pants, standing there in all his muscled glory, his rock hard cock standing straight like an arrow. Reaching over, he undid my fly and pulled my pants to the ground while I pulled my shirt off and tossed it into a corner of the room. I reached over and grabbed his cock, giving it a few jerks before dropping to my knees in front of him. Scott’s cut cock was magnificent. Standing a hard seven inches, he had the cutest little mushroom head and was leaking precum. I licked the head of it, the salty fluid driving me on more. Finally, we were where I had wanted to be all day. Both of us were naked, glistening with sweat, our cocks hard and stiff in our hands. I was looking up at Scott, biting my bottom lip, my eyes wide with anxiousness. “More? Please…. More…I want more…” I whimpered. I opened my mouth, begging him to put his cock back in it. I wanted to feel him in my mouth, sliding in and out, filling me again and again with that hard piece of flesh that I wanted so badly. I was slowly stroking my own cock while begging him, the simple act of submitting to him turning me on incredibly. “Do you want it?” he asked, grabbing the base of his penis and holding it out to me. “Yes.” “Beg me for it. Tell me what you want.” He held his cock closer. “I want your cock. I want it in my mouth. I was to suck on it, and stroke it until you cum. I want to swallow it for you, and lick you clean. Please let me suck you off. Please let me suck your cock. I want it so bad…” I whimpered again, opening my mouth to him. “Then have it, you gay little bitch. Take my cock. Suck it good for me. Maybe I’ll even shoot on your face if you do it well enough.” He took his hand off his cock, and I reached up and took the whole seven inches into my mouth. Bobbing my head slowly, I sucked up and down on Scott’s cock. I loved the taste of it, the feeling of his pubes nuzzling my nose, the feel of him thrusting slowly into my mouth. Freeing it from with mouth with a small “pop”, I started to lick it slowly from the base to the head, and ran my tongue lovingly over the head. Licking back down, I lapped at his balls, feeling them jump a little at my touch. Gripping his cock in one hand, I took one of his balls in my mouth, sucking it slowly, then moving to the other, stroking his cock all the time. Licking back up, I pulled away to look at his sweet, hard cock, covered in my spit. A drop of precum was right at the tip of his slit, and I snaked out my tongue to lick it off. The taste of salt and sweetness came to me, and I wanted more. I wanted him to come in my mouth. Taking him back in, I sucked harder and bobbed my head back and forth, going deeper into my throat with each go. Scott was groaning, talking dirty to me the whole time. “Yeah, take my cock, you slut. You like sucking me, you fag? I can’t wait to put my cock up your ass…it’s almost as good as your mouth. Hmmm….” His eyes remained closed, as he thrust his hips, forcing his cock deeper into my mouth. Reaching up, I ran a hand over his chest, pinching his nipples and rubbing his stomach. Pushing my hand up further, I pushed my index and middle fingers into his mouth. He sucked on them greedily, his tongue running over them, soaking them in his saliva, sucking them slowly. I removed my fingers, still dripping with spit, and ran my hand down his back. Squeezing his ass with one hand, I ran my fingers up and down his crack, feeling his asshole with my pinkie. Slowly, I pushed my index finger, still wet, into his ass. It opened easily…Scott had had MUCH bigger things in his ass…and my whole finger slipped easily into his asshole. A gasp came from Scott when I pushed my middle finger in along with it. Pumping my two fingers in and out of his ass, I concentrated on sucking his cock. He was thrusting deeper into my mouth, almost making me choke. Pulling it out, I licked it slowly all over again, then went back down to licking his balls, covering them in my spit, making them shine like his cock already was. Reaching up, I took his rigid cock into my hot mouth again, intent on making him come. A few more minutes of sucking and finger fucking, and I felt Scott tense up. “I’m going to come….” He groaned. I pulled his cock out of my mouth, and he took it in his hand. Giving his asshole a firm thrust before pulling my fingers out, I leaned back a little and opened my mouth. He knew what I wanted, and he was ready to give it to me. Stroking his cock, he looked down at me and smiled, then groaned loudly. His first shot of cum hit my lip, and dropped into my mouth. I closed and swallowed quickly, as his second shot hit me right under the nose. His next few shots rained onto my face and cheeks, running down slowly to drip onto my chest. I leaned forward and took his cock in my mouth, sucking it clean and swallowing the last few drops that came out, licking my lips as I leaned back. The smell of his cum was overpowering, stiffening my cock even more. Cleaning off my face, I collected his cum with my fingers and licked them clean, swallowing all of it. I let it sit in my mouth before swallowing, the salty-sweet taste of it making me more horny. I reached down and started to rub the drops on my chest into my skin. Scott groaned and sat back on the bed, his cock shrinking a little between his legs. Still on my knees, I started masturbating slowly, letting him get over his orgasm. It took him a few minutes, but eventually Scott looked up, and climbed onto the bed, getting down on all fours, exposing his hot pink asshole to me. “So, you want to? Fuck me? Please?” Smiling, I stepped up behind him, grabbing the tube of KY from the bag. Leaning towards his ass, I stuck my tongue out and ran it up and down his crack, stopping to rim him. I ran my tongue all over his asshole, then tried to push it inside him. His sphincter opened for me, and I slid my tongue inside his ass. Scott was groaning, pushing his ass back into my face. “Babe…. Get your tongue out of my ass and FUCK ME.” Squirting a generous load of KY on my hand, I greased up my cock, and then lubed out his ass. Standing up on my knees, I placed my cock on his ass, and pushed. It gave in easily. As soon as my cock entered him, Scott moaned loudly. I left my stiff cock where it was for a second, enjoying the feeling of his balls pressed against mine. Then I started fucking him like there was no tomorrow. I grabbed his hips and pumped myself hard into him. I’d slow down when he said faster, and speed up when he begged me to slow down. I loved the feeling of his tight ass on my cock. Sweat was beading on my forehead and chest, as well as Scott’s. “Christ, that feels so good…keep fucking my ass, fuck my asshole…. Cum inside me, I want to feel it…” Scott, as you can tell, was by far the more vocal of us. I just grunted and kept plunging my cock into my boyfriend’s asshole. Then I felt my balls rise up, as the extraordinary feeling of orgasm washed over me. “I’m cumming…shooting my cum up your ass…” I managed to groan as my balls let loose with a volley of cum, shooting deep into Scott’s ass. I pumped six shots into him, and he grunted every time I shot off. I pulled my limp cock out of him and collapsed on the bed beside him. It was one of the more intense orgasms I had had in the last little while. Scott lay beside me, stroking my back and kissing me softly. “So, when do I get YOUR ass?” He said after a few minutes. I sat up and looked at him. “Right now. Now lay down on your back.” Scott complied as I got up and grabbed the tube of KY. Kneeling between his legs, I started to lube up his cock, hard again and ready to go. When it was glistening with lube and standing straight up, I kneeled above Scott, my knees on either side on his hips. Taking the lube, I covered my fingers in it and slowly lubed up my own asshole. I groaned as my fingers slipped inside me, loving the feeling of my ass being penetrated. When my fingers started slipping inside easily, I tossed the tube aside. “You ready?” Leaning backwards, I felt his cock head push against my hole, and slip inside. I sat down, filling myself entirely with his hard, stiff, huge cock. I started to rock myself on it, as he lifted his hips and pumped his cock into my ass. Squeezing down on his cock, I started to stroke my own, looking down at Scott. He had his eyes closed and was licking his lips. “Fuck yeah…I love fucking your tight asshole…it’s so good around my cock…You’re going to make me cum so hard…” My cock hardened hearing him talk dirty to me. I started pushing myself back against his cock harder and harder, forcing him deeper and deeper inside me. Still squeezing on him, I reached for the lube and covered my cock with it, allowing my hand to slide easier up and down its length. Scott can usually last for a while when fucking me, but tonight he could barley hang on. After about five minutes of filling my ass, I felt him tense up under me. Slamming myself down on top of him, I felt his balls rise up against my ass. “Fuck, cumming…” He grunted through clenched teeth. My hand was a blur on my cock. When Scott’s first shot of cum hit my bowels, I screamed and let loose my own load, splattering all over Scott’s chest. He let seven shots of cum fill me, then collapsed, limp against the bed. I continued to cum, raining down a good six shots onto his chest. Sliding his limp cock out of me, I pressed myself against him, my cum smearing against us both, his cum leaking out of my ass and down onto his balls. We lay there for a few minutes, savoring the afterglow of the orgasm. Pulling away, we massaged my cum into our skin, then lay together and fell asleep, my hand on his cock and his fingers reaching back and penetrating me. Me and my boyfriend, a perfect night together. I hope that there’s more to cum… Boys Night In Our wives have gone to the movies. They always do on Thursdays. It's become a bit predictable. We - that is, you and I - sometimes go out to a bar in the city and watch Georgina, a beautiful drag artist, very sexy. But tonight we decide to stay in. We have a couple of beers and soon get bored. Until we start talking about sex, which is pretty good fun and somehow inevitable when we get together. Because I'm a bit loosened up by the alcohol (we've both sunk quite few 'Buddies') I ask you a personal question - whether you've ever imagined your wife going down on another woman. You blush and say, "Sometimes." I tell you that I think about it a lot, and I even imagine my wife Helen, going down on your wife Sally. I can see it strikes a chord with you too. I ask you if you ever masturbate when you're thinking about it. You grin and sip your beer, avoiding the answer for the moment. Your shyness is both amusing and endearing. I admit to you that I enjoy a good wank at the thought of the girls licking each other out. I tell you that one of my favourite fantasies is your Sally and my Helen, coming back from the movies in the car and pulling over into a quiet spot off the road and... well, you know... getting down to it basically. It really turns me on. "Me too," you say, blushing some more. "Fancy watching a porno?" I say. "Sure, why not?" You always get adventurous after a few beers. I crack us another couple more Buds and put on a DVD. A work mate has let me borrow this one, but I've not seen it yet. I wanted to watch it when we were together, like tonight, at my house, when we were both fresh to it. It's called 'Any Which Way', but not the Clint Eastwood version where his best friend's an orang-utang. This one features a couple of high-school sweethearts who visit the girl's aunt and uncle at their big house in the country, little suspecting that they are about to be educated in the pleasures of bi-sex. First comes a session of normal sex. The aunt sidles up to the boy on the sofa and kisses him, encouraging him to feel her boobs. Meanwhile, the uncle has his niece sitting on his lap while he feels her up. Her skirt rides up and the camera zooms in to a flash of white panties barely covering her crotch. She seems to be enjoying herself. They all remain fully-clothed and indulge only in heavy-petting, but go no further. Soon they swap around. The woman takes the girl, and the man takes the boy. The aunt then seduces her niece on the sofa and strips her in front of the men who take out their cocks and start to masturbate over the women. After a while the uncle persuades the young man that it would be quite nice to masturbate each other, which they do with some enthusiasm, and soon they both shoot their pearly white drops over the ladies' bare skin. Soon both sets of couples are engaged in really hot, gay sex which culminates in a kind of bi-sexual daisy-chain. The uncle stands nonchalantly with his hands on his hips while having his cock sucked by the boy who is kneeling subserviently before him. The niece is licking her uncle's hairy arse while straddling the face of her aunt, who in turn is lying on her back eating her pretty young niece's cunt. It's too much for me and I take out my cock, rub it a few times to get it nice and hard, and then I stand in front of you while you remain seated in the armchair. You look amazed at my audacity and cannot speak. I get hold of your hand and encourage you to do it for me. My eight and a half inches of hot and throbbing, blue-veined ivory, makes your guts melt and your own prick like a stick of rock. You oblige and it feels wonderful, for both of us. "Come on, J, suck me off, you faggot. You know you want to swallow my thick, peppery cum, you naughty boy..." You blush hotly and remain reluctant. I feel I can't back down now and lose face. I know I would feel embarrassed at my failed attempt to indulge in... I get nearer, so my prick is bobbing right before your eyes. I clasp the back of your head and exert a little pressure. "I don't think I can..." "Come on, J. Don't make an idiot of me. Just try it." I pull hip in close so that his lips are resting on it. It's weird, a bloke's mouth right on my todger when it should be woman. My cock is so hard it hurts. I'm really up for this, so I put some more pressure on the back of his head, urging him to do the honourable thing. And suddenly, while looking at the pre-cum that had accumulated on my knob, the head disappeared between his lips as he took me in. I moved gently against his face, kind of fucking it until I felt him take over and began sucking me off for real. I closed my eyes for the most part, occasionally opening them to watch his head moving against my groin. Sometimes a little suction noise would escape from his mouth. This was my first time with another guy and it was wonderful, J sucked so powerfully on me that I thought at one time he was going to tear the damn thing out by its roots. I could feel myself getting close. My face was hot and my heart beat like a steam hammer. I could hear it in my ears. Then a kind of rushing, a release of lust and emotion as my cum spurted forth into J's mouth. He recoiled in surprise and my spermy cream then hit his face with a force and intensity that I feared for a moment it would not stop. My guts melted away from me as I emptied my balls. J was coughing and spluttering, crystals of spent cum glistened on his eyebrows and lashes. I ran my fingers through his hair and kissed the top of his sweaty head. It was then I heard a key scraping in the front door... Boy's Night Out It was the second Friday of the month, which translates to 'Boys Night Out' in this household. That's when my husband goes out on his own with his friends to the clubs and I get to have a quiet night at home. I'm not at all bitter about it; I think I appreciate the alone time as much as he probably appreciates the time with his buddies. What do I do with my alone time? Usually nothing. I might start out watching TV, then take a bubble bath, wrap myself up in a soft robe and lie in bed flipping through magazines until I fall asleep. This one Boys Night started out like the others. I found something to eat, watched a little TV, then got ready to draw myself a hot bath. When I do this, I usually go all out, put on some relaxing music, turn down the lights and even light some candles sometimes. I put in lots of bubbles and lavender bath oils and make the water really hot. So I slipped out of my jeans and bra and climbed in the tub when it was almost full. The water always starts out too hot and I have to slowly sink in and let the bubbles come up and tickle me as I settle down in the tub. I guess I was already feeling kind of kinky because as I laid there and let the cares of the week slip away from me, I started to push the bubbles around my chest and I remember feeling them on my nipples. I felt wonderful and let myself slip down so that the water was up to my neck, and my whole body was under the hot water. I was just holding my breasts, feeling their near weightlessness in the water, letting the oils make my skin feel so smooth and silky. After a while I decided to shave my legs. The bath oils made them nice and smooth already, so I could just glide the razor up and make them even smoother. I didn't know what made me think about it, but this time, I thought, since I am making the rest of me smooth, why not trim a little hair "down there." It normally isn't very bushy anyway, so I thought I'd just soap up and trim a little around the edges. I let the water go down a little then grabbed the soap, lathered up my hands, and rubbed it in on my mound. That slippery feeling felt better than I expected, and for a while I just laid there rubbing it softly on top. Then every once in a while I'd let my fingers slide down to my pussy lips and just open them up to feel the warm water inside. I started to shave the edges now, have fun making a nice V shape, alternating rubbing more soap around and making a little more narrow a V. It felt so good. I could feel I was getting swollen down there. When I let my fingers slide down to the lips, this time I let them slide inside. I was amazed how slippery and wet I was with my own juices, and how easily my middle finger slipped into my pussy. I made the muscles tighten and felt it as I slowly pulled my finger out. I was more turned on than I'd been in a long time. I kept shaving too. I liked the smooth feeling of the bare skin underneath and I kept shaving and rubbing until I was completely shaven. I didn't even know what I was doing, just that I felt good and wasn't going to stop. I stood up and put the shower on and let the soap and hair rinse down my body. Without any hair down there, I could see that my pussy lips were still swollen and warm. I took the shower head off the holder and brought it down closer to me. I brought it right to my breasts and let the pulsing hot water make my nipples stiffen and turn red. Then I brought it down to my hairless pussy. That hot water pulsing steadily onto my clit almost brought me to climax. I felt my legs get weak, and I thought I was about to come. But I didn't want to yet. It was early; I still had the whole evening by myself. I turned off the water, toweled off, and wrapped my big white terry cloth robe around me. I felt great sinking into bed and thinking, 'now what..." Part II The bath oils really made my skin feel soft, and now everything was smooth and soft and the air made everything feel tingly and cool. I grab a stack of magazines, which for some reason was on my husband's side of the bed tonight, and flipped through the top one. I found myself doing what I usually do, look long and hard at the beautiful models they have in there. These fashion mags show off the female figure much more than they do the clothes I think. I love looking at these women wearing expensive clingy cocktail dresses or sexy lingerie. God they looked yummy. The next magazine had more curvy models, like the Victoria Secret's catalog, and I like looking through this because these women were built more like I was. I haven't looked like these skinny coat racks since high school. Then my breast developed, and developed, and now I am nice and voluptuous, I would say a little too voluptuous, but no man would say that. Now these were some nice women. Seeing these vixens in bras and panties lying in front of a fireplace got me to think about myself a little more. I thought, maybe I should put something sexy on. Why shouldn't I look as sexy as I feel? So I dug right to the bottom of the draw and found a nice black silky top that stops at the belly button, and a matching pair of silky black panties. The panties felt incredible on my bald mound, and my tits held the shirt out so much that the front came up even further. It wasn't decent enough to wear outside, but that was ok with me. I got back into bed and tried to pick out another good one from the stack. That's when I saw it. Second to last one...not just a playboy or some gentlemen's magazine, but a real hardcore porno mag. My husband must have forgotten to hide it wherever he usually does. Just the cover, a close up of a women with her lips around a big, glistening cock made my head spin for a second. Whoa! For about a second I was mad at my husband for having this around. But the way I was feeling that night, I soon became more curious than angry. Inside were couples in all sorts of positions. Women getting fucked on their knees, on their back or standing up, or sitting down and riding a cock. And women giving head, either licking the shaft or deep throating it, or with their tongue an inch away and showing a string of saliva or cum stretching between her mouth and his cock. I have to say it did make me even hornier than I was before. I let my hand drop and started rubbing the front of my panties until they were wet from my pussy juice. I switched between that and squeezing my nipple through my shirt, all the while looking at those pictures. Just then the door bell rings. I was going to ignore it but they were very persistent. I asked through the door who it was, and it was my neighbor Margarita, whose boyfriend is one of the buddies that is out with my husband tonight. I threw the robe over me and opened the door, and Margarita practically jumps into the apartment screaming in half Spanish and waving something around. When I calmed her down, she tells me she found this in Juan's (her boyfriend's) draw. She flings a porno tape at me...Where the boys aren't. As soon as I saw what it was I started laughing. This got her even madder. But I said, "Margarita, look." And showed her what I found. 'Don't you see? They planted these here as a joke. So we could find them!" Well, I had to give Margarita a glass of wine to calm down and after a while she got the joke and was laughing about it too. "But how could they do this to us!" she said. "Oh, it's not that bad...in fact I was looking through this one," I told her. Margarita took a look at the mag, and I noticed that she spent plenty of time taking in certain pictures, of big-titted women straddling cocks, of women licking each other out in 69 positions, and of the real nasty pictures showing cum dripping from the women's mouths. "Well, we can play that game too," she said, and with the drink in her hand, picked up the tape and popped it in the VCR. Part III I wasn't exactly sure I wanted to do this. What I really wanted was to be alone so that I could get back to what I was doing. But I grabbed the bottle of wine and plopped back onto the couch. This movie won't take that long, and it would be a hoot if the boys found out we watched it. The first scene started out with a nicely shaped brunette in Miami cruising around to pick up chicks that boys rejected. That was a really lame plot line because these rejected women were fantastic hotties, and nobody would reject them. But forget about that. The brunette brings home the girls, she found two of them, and treated them really nice and they were so happy. Then the older women, the one who picked them up, started touching their knees and rubbing their arms, just being friendly at first, then more and more flirtatious. Finally, she was so close to one of the girls, she just slowly moved her face a little closer, then a little more, and when the young one didn't pull away, she gave her a soft, gentle kiss on the lips. From that point on, Margarita and I were fascinated with the movie. How they always started out as friends, something changed and they had wild uninhibited sex, and always remained good friends afterwards. The women were really hot, the sex was hot, and I was hot. I wanted Margarita to leave (and leave the tape behind) so that I could get back to what I started in the bathtub. Finally, when the movie was over, I got up to give Margarita a hint, and my robe fell open. I was so interested in the movie that I forgot all about the fact that I was wearing my robe. Margarita did get the hint and stood up to leave, but when she saw my robe fall open, she said, "Ay, whats this underneath!" "Oh, well I had taken a bath," I started to make up some excuse for the sexy underwear. 'Uh huh, and then you found the dirty magazine, didn't you!" "No! No, that was later," I said, I think, unconvincingly. "OK," she said, quickly, moving a little to the door. "Well, bye honey. You gonna tell your husband we watched the movie?" "I'm gonna make him squirm a little first," I said. "You sure are, in that outfit," she said. "Well OK then, I'll see you." But she didn't leave. So I walked over to open the door for her. "See you,' I said. "OK." Now Margarita walked slowly over to the door, stopping very close to me, with her eyes lowered. Her head barely moved, just a little upward, and a little toward me, until our lips were very close. She tilted her head up again, this time raising her eyes up toward mine, and our lips were practically touching now. She parted her lips a little and put them right up against mine, and I...well, I parted mine also. This was no kiss, it was a test. An exploration. Two women, two friends, with their lips touching, seeing what feelings we got from it. I liked it. My tongue also explored, and licked Margarita's lip, before her own tongue met mine. We stood like that for a minute, unsure of how to proceed. Then I closed the door. Part IIII Everything happened fast. My robe dropped to the floor. We kissed passionately. Margarita's hands were immediately on my breasts squeezing them together hard. She moved right up against me and her legs and hips started rubbing across my mound. This felt great with my silky undies and hairless pussy and I immediately felt the wetness returning. Margarita's titties were nice and round and a little smaller than mine. She was younger though, and when I pulled off her shirt I saw how nicely shaped they were and they almost seemed to defy gravity, so young and supple. She was pretty light skinned, but her nipples were very big and dark. I put my mouth on one of them and sucked until I felt it hard between my teeth. I bit them a little, and she loved that. She didn't want to take her hands off of my breasts, but she did, moving one of them down and into my panties. She stopped as soon as she did it. "Ay. How slippery!" My newly shaved pussy was dripping with its own juice, and when Margarita moved her hand down to my pussy lips, then back out, I could see her fingers were wet and shiny. I put one in my mouth and sucked my juices off. I felt so hot now I would do anything. Anything. I threw Margarita on to the couch, stripped off my underwear and fell on top of her. I spread her legs out and laid my pussy right on top of hers. If I had a cock it would be deep inside of her. I would fuck her like she was never fucked in her life. Instead I rubbed our wet pussies together. She was looking up with her hands on my breasts, squeezing them and playing with my nipples, pinching them and pulling on them. I took my hand and reached behind us, between our legs. Our mounds were rubbing on one another, and with my fingers I could feel our swollen pussy lips pouting open with every stroke. I thought of a man kneeling behind us, sinking every inch of his cock into my pussy, then slowly pulling it out, all wet and sticky, and sinking it into Margarita's right below. In my mind I saw my bare lips on top of hers and that thought sent me to the edge of climax. When Margarita felt my fingers down there she immediately moaned and started to shake into a violent climax also. "Ay. You're gonna make me come like that." she said. We both clung to each other as the wave that I started hours ago finally broke all over me, and I felt the heat and wetness from our pussys banging together in uncontrollable surges and muscle spasms. We fell together and laid there for a few minutes catching our breath. Then she leaned up and kissed me on the lips. She got up to put her clothes back on. "You gonna tell your husband?" "Nah. Not if we still want our 'Boys Night Out' next month," I said with a smile.