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Friends and Neighbors

By: silvertongued69



This happened to me a few of years ago. I had just started graduate school, and had moved back to my old hometown. Most of the people I had known had moved away, so my love life was hurting, to say the least. I had tracked down Tim, a former neighbor, who had tried unsuccessfully to seduce me a few years before. He was okay looking, but had tried when I was involved, so I wasn't really interested. We had shared a few drinks, and on one occasion a mutual masturbation session while watching some porn films at his apartment. 

While out jogging one day at the park I ran into Chuck, a friend from college. Chuck and I had been drinking and smoking buddies in college, and Chuck had introduced me to bisexual sex one night when we were kinda wasted. He gave great head, and I really enjoyed it. I was hesitant to return the favor, and ended up jacking him off. I had thought about getting together and trying it again but we lost touch.

Anyway, when I ran into Chuck, we swapped phone numbers and said we'd get together soon for a beer. After I got home, and facing the prospect of another weekend watching TV alone, the wheels in my head started turning. I called Tim and Chuck, and invited them over Friday night. Tim had been surprised to hear from me after all this time, but was very eager about getting together. I think he still had a thing for me. He showed up at my place about 8 o'clock, with a 6-pack and some music. I had just gotten out of the shower, so I pulled on a pair of running shorts and a tank top and opened the door. 

As part of my plan, I neglected to wear any underwear, so the tip of my cock was just visible when I walked. From the look in Tim's eyes, I knew he had seen it, but I didn't say anything. Tim looked kinda pissed when Chuck showed up a few minutes later, but I played the good host, made sure everybody had a cold beer, and put on some music. Ever-dependable Chuck pulled out a joint and asked "Who wants to get fucked up?" 

We proceeded to get very mellow, and in my case, VERY horny. My plan all along had been to really try out guy to guy sex, so I decided to get the ball rolling. Tim had been staring at my 8" erection, which I had been trying unsuccessfully to keep in my shorts. When Chuck got up to throw his beer can in the trash, I stood up right in front of Tim, with my cock right in his face. He looked up at me for a second, then pulled down my shorts and went for it. Chuck walked back into the room and was greeted by the site of me wearing nothing but a tank top, my cock buried in Tim's mouth, and Tim massaging my butt. "All right!" I heard from the

door, and then Chuck was behind me, pulling my shirt off. He kissed me, and pushed his tongue into my mouth. I'd never kissed a guy before, and was surprised to find I liked it. I pulled Tim's shirt off and started running my hands over his chest. I broke out kiss long enough to suggest we go to my bedroom, and in no time we were all naked on my king-sized bed. Tim was sitting at the head of the bed, with me kneeling in front of him while he continued to work his magic on my cock. Chuck slid under me and starting sucking Tim. 

"What the hell?" I said to myself, and moved around so we were in a triangle, all giving each other head. Being the amateur of the group, I tried to do for Chuck what Tim was doing for me. Chuck's cock was about an inch shorter than mine, and Tim's was only about 5", and very small in diameter, which later turned out to be a blessing! I started licking the head of Chuck's cock, then slowly took the head into my mouth, running my tongue all over it, feeling the velvety hardness under my tongue, and relishing the taste and smell of a guy's cock. 

I'd gone down on a lot of ladies in the past, and really loved the taste, but this was a whole new experience, and was reeling from all the sensations I was feeling: Tim giving me an incredible blow job, slowly deep-throating me, stopping occasionally to lick my balls, Chuck filling my mouth with his cock while he sucked Tim, and everybody touching and stroking each other everywhere! We kept on like this for a few minutes, our breathing getting faster and harder. I was getting the hang of sucking cock, and was able to take most of Chuck without gagging. 

Tim suddenly pulled away from me, and told Chuck to 69 with me, which he gladly did, moving around on the bed so I was lying on top of him. We were both getting into a great rhythm, bobbing up and down on each other and stroking each other's butt cheeks. Tim ran his tongue gently around my ear (Which drives me nuts, by the way) and whispered, "You're gonna love this." 

Suddenly I felt his tongue running across my balls, then working it's way across my ass and down my crack! He started licking my very tight asshole, slowly pushing his tongue inside me. I thought I'd go crazy from the feeling, and started sucking harder and faster on Chuck, and he returned the favor. Tim stopped his licking, and then I felt something hard pushing against my ass and realized he was going to fuck my ass! I was scared at first, but was so turned on by this point that I figured what the hell--I've gone this far, I might as well try it all. It hurt like hell when he first pushed into me, and I cried out as best I could with a mouthful of cock. 

He realized this was my first fuck, I guess, 'cause he stopped pushing and let me get used to the feeling of him inside me. My ass started to feel really hot, and I liked it. I started slowly wiggling my ass around, getting used to him inside me. Tim took the hint, and slowly started pushing into me, then pulling back some, then pushing farther until I could feel his pubic hair tickling my ass. He picked up his pace to keep up with Chuck and I. I was getting really close to coming, and I guessed he was too, judging from the amount of noise he was making. 

was worried about what to do, and whether or not to let his come in my mouth, when suddenly I felt that rush starting in my balls, then racing up my spine, a flash of white light inside my head, and I started pumping buckets into Chuck's mouth. He never stopped his rhythm, just kept pumping my cock, and a second later he grabbed my ass really tight and pushed all 7" into me and blew his load. I jerked my head back, so most of his load caught me on the lips. I savored the salty, sticky taste, then opened my mouth eagerly for more. 

Tim yelled "Oh God!" and shoved himself into me. I could feel his cock spasming inside me, which made me come even harder. Our jerking and panting slowed, and we collapsed on top of one another. Chuck was running his tongue rapidly over the head of my cock. I'm always super-sensitive there right after I orgasm, and this was driving me crazy. I thought I was going to come again from the sensation. I couldn't stand it anymore and rolled away from him. 

"God, I can't believe we just did this!" I said aloud. 

Tim and Chuck started to laugh, and I joined in. Chuck went into the kitchen and brought back 3 beers. "I was gonna bring us all a beer a long time ago, but then I saw the two of you and forgot all about it." This brought on another fit of laughing. "Well, John," Tim said. "I never guessed this was what you were planning tonight, but I hope the night isn't over."

"Oh no" I replied. "This is just the beginning" And it turned out, I was right.

Friends and Neighbors



The telephone rang.

The tall blonde was sitting on a sofa with her long legs curled under her, watching a video. She hit the 'pause' button on the remote, uncurled her legs and stood up. She walked over to the telephone and looked at the name displayed on the small screen. It was her neighbor and best friend, Bonnie.

"Hey Bonnie" she answered the telephone cheerfully.

"Hi Eva! Whatcha doin'?"

"Oh, nothing much. I'm sitting here watching TV. How about you?"

"I'm sitting here getting bored. Do you feel like some company?"

Eva smiled. "Sure thing. Come on over."

"OK, great. I've got a bottle of chilled White Zinfandel that is calling out 'Drink me, drink me', so I'll bring that over."

Eva laughed at her friend. "OK. Two o'clock in the afternoon is a bit early to be drinking, but I'll get the glasses out. See you in a couple of minutes."

Eva Brownlee went to the glass-fronted hutch in the dining room and took out two crystal wine glasses, and took them into the kitchen. The 30-ish blonde was dressed in a pair of white, very short, shorts and a light blue tank top. She liked the way the blue set off her short blonde hair and her blue eyes. And she liked the way her shorts showed off her long legs and ass. Eva was proud of her shape, and kept her body well-toned by running and playing tennis. She had been told on more than one occasion that she looked like movie star Cameron Diaz. She had the pleasant-faced good looks that people once referred to as "the girl next door." 

She walked to the TV and restarted the movie. It was an adult movie she had rented. There were two young, attractive soccer moms on the screen, and they had just agreed to put some petty argument behind them. The pretty young moms began to kiss, lightly at first, then with increasing passion. Eva watched until she saw the tongue action begin. She sighed heavily, and switched off the movie. She would watch it all again later. There was a light knocking at the front door. She went to the door, walking with the grace and elegance of a cat. Bonnie was at there, holding the bottle of wine.

"Hey, that was quick" said Eva with a smile to her friend. "Come on in, the wine glasses are on the kitchen counter."

Bonnie Murray was slightly shorter than Eva and two years older. She had wavy brunette hair but bright blue eyes, an unusual combination of coloring that made her a very striking woman. Her hair was shoulder-length, but their bodies were very similar in appearance. Both women had the trim bodies of athletes. Like Eva, Bonnie was concerned about her fitness, and regularly the two women would run together. They also played tennis together. It was not unusual, when they were playing tennis, for a small crowd to gather to watch them play. The crowd was usually mostly men, and it was not the tennis skills they were admiring. Watching Eva and Bonnie dashing around the court, short skirts flying as they bent and stooped for the ball, showing frequent flashes of panties, kept the men fascinated. As a result of the exercise, they were trim, shapely, and without an ounce of fat. And Bonnie's legs and ass were a close match for her friend's.

Bonnie was wearing a light cotton dress held up by thin shoulder straps, and a pair of sandals. There was a thin sheen of perspiration on her skin, which Eva found appealing.

"My god, it is hot today" Bonnie exclaimed. "I'm glad you have your air conditioning on."

"Does that mean we won't be running later?" asked Eva jokingly.

"You got that right, Baby. Let's just sit here, drink wine, and melt together."

"Sounds good to me, Honey" said Eva, and led the way into the kitchen. Neither one gave a second thought to the names they called each other. A couple of years earlier they had started to call each other 'Baby' and 'Honey', and now they used the names without thinking, although it sometimes surprised people who didn't know them well.

Eva took out a bottle opener, and opened the wine that Bonnie had brought. While her friend was busy opening the bottle, Bonnie took a step or two backward and studied her young blonde friend. Eva, always attractive, was looking especially delightful today. Bonnie eyed the curved ass in the tight shorts, and resisted the temptation to reach out and touch it. Eva sensed that her friend was looking at her and smiled to herself, but continued with the wine and poured generous amounts into the two glasses.

"Hey. I thought you said this was white Zinfandel? This wine is a blush." She handed Bonnie a glass.

Bonnie laughed at her friend. "White Zinfandel is a blush. They call it white just to confuse people. Cheers! Here's to a nice, relaxing afternoon."

She held her glass toward Eva, and they clinked their glasses together.

"Cheers" said Eva, and took a large swallow of the wine. It was icy cold and sweet. "Hmm, that's very nice. Let's go sit in the sunroom."

Eva picked up the bottle, and they walked into the sunroom, with a pleasant view of the well-maintained garden. The women sprawled into two easy chairs facing each other, and rested their feet on a large ottoman than Eva dragged in between the chairs. They sipped the wine again.

"Say, this stuff's pretty good. I must buy a bottle next time I'm at the market." Eva topped up both glasses and looked at the bottle. "Is there a hole in this bottle? It's half gone already."

Bonnie took another deep swig at her wine. "I'm sure you have something else we can turn to when that one's gone. I feel like getting high."

"Nothing wrong with getting high, but it's a bit early in the day, no?"

"Who cares? Let's just you and me have a nice relaxing afternoon, and get a little drunk, OK?"

Eva looked at her friend with puzzlement. "Is something bothering you, Bonnie? You seem a little tense."

"Nope, nothing's bothering me, Baby. I just want to have a nice, relaxing afternoon with my best friend. It's been a while since we just sat and chatted about everything and nothing. Is that OK with you?"

"Sure, Honey, that's OK with me. Let's get a little drunk, if that's what you want."  Eva knew that something was bothering her friend, but there was no point in pushing it. Bonnie would tell her if, and when, she wanted to. 

Bonnie shuffled in her chair, settling herself more comfortably. Her light dress rode up her thighs slightly, showing off even more of her shapely legs. She moved her feet apart a few inches. She was practically lying down in the big chair.

"Hmm, I'm beginning to feel more relaxed already" she murmured.

Eva looked at her friend admiringly. She looked very good, and very, very sexy. Eva had long ago accepted the fact that she was bi-curious, so it didn't trouble her in the least when she found herself admiring other women. She suspected that Bonnie was bi-curious also. She assumed that most women were bi-curious, to various degrees.  She had noticed Bonnie looking at her at different times, and wondered what she was thinking. She sometimes wondered if Bonnie was interesting in being more to Eva than just a friend. But she always put such thoughts out of her head quickly. They were both housewives, with loving husbands and happy marriages. 

Eva had received many compliments from other women about her appearance, and she had paid many compliments in return. All women did that sort of thing. Even when she found herself sexually attracted to a woman, it didn't bother her. After all, she was the only one who knew, right? She had never told anyone, least of all her husband, and never would. And she had never let her attraction go beyond that. She had never had any sexual involvement with another woman, and intended things to stay that way. Nevertheless, she recognised that she was attracted to Bonnie.

Eva was bi-curious, not bi-sexual. It was an aspect of her personality that she acknowledged, had accepted, and was comfortable with. Nevertheless, when she had read in a magazine that famous movie stars like Angelina Jolie and Lucy Liu had admitted to having bi-sexual tendencies, she had become intrigued, and now read everything she could about those two fascinating and beautiful women. In dreamy moments, she excited herself by wondered what it would be like to see them in bed together.

Eva lifted her wine glass to her lips and took a tiny sip of wine. Over the rim of the glass, she gazed at her beautiful friend, lying back carelessly in her chair with her eyes closed. Bonnie's legs were exposed and slightly apart. It was a provocative scene, and Eva tilted her head slightly, to see if she could see underneath her friend's dress. There was just a dark shadow. Despite a twinge of disappointment, Eva realized that her heart was beating faster. 

Suddenly, Bonnie sat up. "Hey" she exclaimed, "have you seen that new guy at the tennis club?"

Startled, and moving her eyes quickly from Bonnie's thighs to her face, Eva put on a puzzled expression. "What new guy?"

"The dark-haired guy. He looks Spanish or something like that. He was watching us playing tennis yesterday."

"Lots of guys were watching us playing yesterday. We usually draw a bit of a crowd. Dirty old men, the lot of them. You don't have to be a genius to figure out what they're thinking."

"Yeah, I know, but this guy is new. He was giving you a real long look as we left the court. I bet he talks to you next time we're at the club. I think he has ambitions!"

Eva gave a disdainful snort. "He should be so lucky. I'll tell him to take a hike if he's dumb enough to come on to me."

Bonnie shrugged. "You can't blame him for trying, if he does try. Lots of guys would sell their hairy balls to get between those fabulous legs of yours."

"What?"

Bonnie smiled at her friend. "You know what the bumper stickers say ... tennis players have hairier balls!!"

"Oh that. I'm more interested in the size of a man's racquet than his hairy balls."

"Aha" cried Bonnie triumphantly. "You mean the size of his cock. So you are interested!"

"No. Karl is all the man I need, or ever will need." Karl Brownlee is Eva's husband, a middle manager for a large multi-national corporation. Married 8 years, their marriage was still bright, the sex still good. She was being truthful about Karl; she really was NOT interested in any other man.

Eva continued. "I was just kidding about the size of a man's cock. The size isn't important; it's how he uses it that counts."

Bonnie looked at Eva in amusement. "And you're an expert in such matters, are you? You've tried different sizes, huh?"

Eva felt her face grow warm as she turned a little pink. She had experienced different cocks when she was in college, but she had no intention of sharing that information with anyone. "Bonnie, I'm not going to tell you any secrets!! That sort of thing is personal."

Bonnie sat up in her chair, suddenly very interested. She noticed her friend's discomfort at the question.  "Oh come on, Eva, you can tell me and your secret will be safe. I promise! Have you ever had a really big cock?"

Eva sighed in exasperation. "I'm not saying anything else."

Laughing aloud, Bonnie leapt to her feet and ran to Eva's chair. She swung her legs over Eva's and sat down in her lap. Her dress was all the way up, exposing the entire length of her smooth thighs. She took the wine glass from the hands of her startled friend and put it on the nearby table.

"Bonnie, what are you doing?"

Bonnie pinned both of Eva's hands over her head, then leaned forward until her face was only inches from Eva's.

"I'm not releasing you until you tell me all the details. How many guys have you fucked, and what was the biggest cock you ever had?" The wine had clearly removed all of Bonnie's inhibitions. She had a big grin on her face, but her eyes were glassy.

"Bonnie, I'm not telling you anything. Let me go!"

"This conversation is making me excited, and I want to hear the details. I want to hear all about those cocks. I'll make you tell me."

"No you won't."

"Yes I will" and Bonnie leaned forward and kissed Eva on the mouth. She interrupted the kiss briefly. "I'm going to continue kissing you until you tell me about the men you've fucked."

"Bonnie, please stop." Eva tried to free her hands, but Bonnie was surprisingly strong. "I'm not going to ... "

Her words were cut-off by Bonnie's mouth, which was once again pressed against her own. When she felt Bonnie's tongue, she didn't make any attempt to free herself. If felt nice. It felt right. The wine was affecting her judgment too. She thought of the two young soccer moms kissing in the movie she had been watching. She opened her mouth and accepted Bonnie's tongue.

Bonnie released Eva's hands, but didn't stop the kiss. The women wrapped their arms around each other as the intensity of the kiss increased. They slid lower down in the chair. Bonnie was practically lying on top of Eva. Her dress was now up around her waist, and she pressed herself down onto her younger friend. 

After a full minute of intense kissing, Eva dragged her mouth away from Bonnie. Her eyes were closed, and she was feeling uncomfortably aroused.

"Bonnie, please, we have to stop." She was not sure she wanted to stop, but she had to say it.

There was a long silence as the women lay holding each other, both of them breathing heavily.

Finally, Bonnie spoke. "Yes, you're right." She lifted herself off Eva and stood up, smoothing down her dress. "I'm sorry Baby. We were just fooling around, right? I was just teasing."

"Of course" said Eva, smiling at her friend. "You're such a tease, Bonnie. It's just as well we know each other as well as we do. You thought you'd shock me by kissing me. I'll bet you didn't expect me to kiss you back."

Bonnie sat down in her chair again. She smiled back at Eva. "Yeah, I guess we surprised each other just now."

"Hmm. It was a nice surprise, though. As a matter of fact, I don't think there's anything wrong with girlfriends kissing each other, in a friendly sort of way."

"I agree. But I'd still like to hear about those other guys one day."

Eva smiled back. "OK, maybe one day. But you'll have to tell me about the ones you've fucked too."

"It's a deal." Bonnie rose from the chair. "I'd better get going. I've had too much wine, and too much excitement, for one afternoon."

They walked to the door together. At the door, Eva turned and faced her friend. She took Bonnie's hands into her own. 

"Thanks for coming over, Honey. And thanks for the wine. It was a great visit. And I mean every part of it. I wouldn't have missed any of it for the world." 

Bonnie looked at her. "So, you're not mad at me, Babes? I got a little carried away there."

"I don't want you to ever change, Honey. You're my best friend and I love you just the way you are. I told you; it was nice."

Eva leaned forward, and the two women kissed once more. It was a light kiss, two sets of lips pressing against each other, without sexual overtones.

Bonnie pulled slowly away from her friend. "Bye, Eva, and I love you just the way you are, too. I'll talk to you tomorrow, OK?"

Bonnie walked out the door, a little unsteady due to the wine. Eva watched her walk down the path. She found herself looking at Bonnie's legs and ass. My god, you're beautiful, she said to herself. And you sure know how to kiss! 

Then she went back to the TV and switched on her movie, going back to the scene with the young soccer moms kissing.

Eva walked around in a fog for the rest of the day. When her husband, Karl, came home he found dinner ready, but his wife strangely quiet. She told him about Bonnie's visit, without going into the details, and she told him about the wine. Karl figured that his wife was quiet due to the effects of the wine. So he wasn't surprised when she said that she wanted to go to bed about two hours before their normal bed-time.

His surprise came when he was in bed with his wife. She ignored her nightgown, and slipped in beside him completely naked. It had been a long time since she had displayed such passion and even longer since she had displayed such sexual aggression. She showed no interest in foreplay, apart from kissing him fiercely and stroking his cock into an erection. When he was stiff, she rolled onto her back, pulled him o top of her lithe body, spread her legs wide, and guided his hardness into her pussy. She was deliciously moist and Karl's cock slid into his wife smoothly. She sighed deeply as she felt her husband enter her, wrapped her legs around him, thrust upwards with her hips a few times, and climaxed immediately. She milked his cock with her body, and he soon climaxed too, thrusting into her as hard and fast as he could.

They lay together silently for a long time, recovering from the frantic sex, Karl still on top of his wife, his cock still inside her.

"That was great, Eva" he finally murmured. "You're the best wife a man could ask for."

She smiled her thanks, her eyes still closed.

Karl made a mental note to keep more wine in the refrigerator. He was delighted at the effect the wine had had on his wife's sex drive.

But it was not the wine that had stoked the fires of Eva's passion.

Chapter 2.

Next morning, as she did her household chores, Eva could think of nothing else but Bonnie, and the lingering kiss they had shared. She could not deny the fact that the kiss had aroused her. Nor could she deny the fact that she was anxious to see her neighbor again. Bonnie was at a fitness class each morning, and her car was not in the driveway. Eva would just have to wait.

When the telephone did ring, shortly after lunch, Eva thought her heart would burst it was pounding so hard. She looked at the call display. It was Bonnie!!

"Hi Honey." She tried to make herself sound calm.

"I'm glad to hear you still calling me Honey. So everything is OK?"

"Better than OK. I feel great. Yesterday I had a wonderful afternoon with my best friend. We should do that sort of thing more often."

"You mean the kiss?" Bonnie sounded surprised.

Eva laughed. "No, I meant us kicking back and relaxing like that. It was fun." She hesitated for a moment.  "But now that you mention it, that other thing was pretty cool too."

"Yeah, it was cool, wasn't it? Only to be done between really, really good friends, huh?  Anyway, I'm finished lunch and was thinking about dropping over. But just for a coffee this time. No wine for me today."

"Coffee sounds good to me too. I'll put the coffee pot on right now. Come on over."

Eva hung up the phone, and went to the kitchen. She put on the coffee pot. She realized that her heart was still beating fast, so she made herself take a few deep breaths, trying to calm herself down.

She walked to the mirror and ran a brush through her short blonde hair, tidying herself up. She was applying a small touch of lipstick as the doorbell rang. My god, she thought to herself, you'd think I was going on a date.

When Bonnie walked in she was wearing a sundress similar to the one she had worn the previous day. She looked at Eva and laughed.

"Hey, we're wearing the same dress. We're almost matching." Eva looked and laughed to. The women's dresses were almost identical.

They chatted. They chatted about lots of things, but neither one mentioned the events of the day before, except to laugh about the amount of wine they had consumed, and how drunk it had made them.

They had moved with their coffee back to the sunroom, the same room that they had sat in previously. After about an hour of avoiding the topic, Eva decided that she could wait no longer. She wanted to talk about the kiss.

"You know, Honey, I just want to tell you again that I'm completely OK with what happened yesterday. We're close friends, and there's nothing wrong with friends like us showing a bit of affection now and then, is there?"

Bonnie seemed pleased that the subject had come up. "My god, you've no idea how relieved I am to hear you say that. I would hate anything to spoil our friendship. I don't know what got into me yesterday. One second we were fooling around, teasing each other about cocks, and I suddenly got an overwhelming urge to kiss you. So I did. It seemed like the most natural thing in the world. I still can hardly believe that I did it. Maybe I should lay off the wine, huh?"




Friends and Neighbors



Eva put her cup down on the table, taking her time before replying.

"Actually, Bonnie, I was thinking the opposite. If it was the wine that made you kiss me, maybe you should be drinking wine more often." She stared intently at her friend.

Bonnie stared back. "You mean you'd like to do it again?" Her voice was very quiet.

Eva nodded at the attractive brunette. Her heart was hammering again. "Yes. Would you?" 

Bonnie put her cup down too. "Yes I would. I suppose we could kiss a little just to prove to ourselves that yesterday really didn't mean anything more than just a bit of fun."

"That's what I was thinking too" said Eva. She patted her lap. "You were sitting here, if I remember correctly." She smiled encouragement at her friend.

Bonnie smiled back, stood up, and walked over to Eva's chair. She hiked her dress up a few inches so that she could swing her leg across. Bonnie straddled Eva's legs and sat down in her lap. She inched herself a little forward, causing her dress to push up completely, exposing smooth sun-tanned thighs.

Eva lay back so that her head was resting on the back of the chair. Bonnie leaned toward her friend. "Let me know when you want me to stop, Baby, OK?"

Eva nodded, and Bonnie placed her mouth on her friend's lips, and stroked her blonde hair gently. Eva opened her mouth slightly. At first she put her hands on Bonnie's waist, pulling her closer, encouraging her.  Then she let her hands slide down until they were resting on the smooth, exposed thighs. She stroked the skin lightly. The touch of soft hands on smooth thighs, so close to Bonnie's crotch, sent a small tremble through both women. Each felt the tremble in the other's lips and tongue. 

The previous day's kiss had lasted only about a minute. This time, it lasted longer, much longer. And it was more intense, as Bonnie pushed her mouth down hard on Eva, pushing her blonde head into the cushion of the chair while her long dark hair cascaded over her friend's face. Their tongues caressed as their mouths worked. These were lovers' kisses, not the kisses of mere friends. But neither woman seemed to notice or care.

After several minutes of silence, except for the sound of wet kisses, Bonnie reluctantly pulled her mouth away, and leaned back to look at her friend, who seemed in a trance.

"How was that, Baby?"

Eva was silent for a few seconds. She opened her eyes and looked at her friend dreamily. "That was wonderful; truly wonderful."

"I thought so, too. It's amazing, kissing a woman is so different from kissing a man. It's much nicer than I would have ever expected. Everything is so much, well, so much softer." Bonnie leaned forward and gave the blonde another kiss, a short one with just the slightest hint of tongue. Eva stroked Bonnie's thighs some more.

"Well, I hate to say it, but it's time to be going. I would have liked to have kept that up for a little while longer." Bonnie swung herself off Eva's lap and stood up, her dress falling back into place.

Eva stood up also, and the friends hugged quietly.

"That proves that our theory is correct, doesn't it?" she whispered into Bonnie's ear. "Close friends like us can have a little smooch now and then, and it's nothing more than a sign of affection, right? It's nothing more than a little affection between close friends."

"That's right, Baby, just a sign of a close friendship" Bonnie whispered back.

As they walked to the door, Bonnie spoke again. "Now that we've proved to ourselves that it is completely innocent, we can kiss each other any time we feel like it, right?"

Eva agreed, and to prove how innocent it all was, she gave her friend another soft, lingering kiss on the mouth before they reached the front door.

They hugged again. "Anytime we want, any place we want, as often as we want" Bonnie said forcefully. "And it's nobody's business but ours."

As Eva watched her beautiful friend walk away from the house, again looking at her legs, stronger feelings were running through her than the previous time. And she was having more sensual thoughts too. I can't believe it, she thought to herself; a few minutes ago that beautiful woman had her tongue in my mouth, and I had my hands on her thighs. And I loved every second of it. I'm the luckiest woman in the world to have such a wonderful, understanding friend, thought Eva.

Chapter 3.

In the next two weeks, Bonnie visited Eva almost every day while their husbands were at work. And every time they were together, they kissed. They no longer asked each other if it was OK, one would simply take the other in an embrace and they would kiss, passionately. It was usually Bonnie who took the initiative, making their encounters slightly more sensual each time. After only a day or two, the kissing began to include caresses, just a small step ahead. While they kissed, Bonnie's hands had slid down Eva's back and rested slightly on the swell of her ass. Eva gave no indication that she objected, which emboldened Bonnie, who lowered her hands further and gently stroked the soft curves. Eva murmured contentedly, and snuggled closer to her friend. Eva began to suspect that her brunette friend had developed a crush on her. The idea appealed to her bi-curious nature, so she made no attempt to stop anything, and even encouraged Bonnie at times. It was exciting to be having such a close friendship with another woman. It's also just harmless fun, thought Eva.

From that day on, Bonnie always held Eva's curvy ass as they kissed, caressing gently, and soon Eva began to caress Bonnie's ass too.

Not long after that, as Bonnie held Eva against a wall and kissed her hard, she felt her pubic bone pressing against her friend's groin. It felt good, and she moved her hips slowly backward and forward, in small thrusting motions. It felt good to Eva, and she moved her feet apart to allow Bonnie to stand between her legs. 

Eva whispered into Bonnie's ear, "It feels like you're fucking me. Don't stop!" Both of them giggled, and Bonnie continued her sensual thrusting. It was only a small bit different from things they had done before, and Eva did not attach great importance to it. In a way, it was a bit like the surprise kiss on the first day.

Small steps, taken slowly, are barely noticed. Bonnie was clearly trying to move things along faster, and Eva was enjoying the ride. The kisses and caresses were much too pleasant to stop.

Three weeks after their new close relationship started, Eva sat in her living room and watched the adult movie she had rented that morning. The plot was about women in the corporate culture, but focused on two women in particular. A young blonde woman, beautifully dressed in a sexy, dark business suit and blouse, had made a major error, and was being coerced into having sex with her female manager, otherwise she would be fired. It was a well-used plot in adult movies, but Eva sat with her eyes glued to the screen. She watched the shapely manager lock her office door, and lead the helpless blonde to a couch. Made to lie down on the couch, the employee was completely undressed and her legs pushed apart. The manager with the long brunette hair performed oral sex on her victim, eventually causing the blonde to climax. The employee then stripped the manager, they traded places on the couch, and the reluctant employee was ordered to lick the manager's pussy until she, too, climaxed. By the end of the scene, the once-reluctant employee was a happy participant in the sex.

Eva was fascinated by the movie, and it affected her greatly. She lay back in her chair, spread her legs, put a hand inside her panties and stroked herself, seeking relief from the sexual tension that had built up in her.

She realized that she badly needed a hug from Bonnie.

In the afternoon, Bonnie arrived for her usual visit. She was immediately struck by the mood of her younger friend. Her skin seemed to be glowing and even her movements seemed to be more sensual than usual. She seemed to be slightly distracted. Bonnie liked the change. Later, they were sitting in the sunroom, just as they had done on the first day of their relationship. It was a stifling hot day, and the friends were wearing their usual light cotton sundresses. They finished their cold drinks and Eva stood up

Eva held out her hand to her friend. "Let's sit on the sofa; there's more space."

Bonnie took Eva's hand and they walked to the large sofa. It was a Monday, and Bonnie hadn't seen Eva since the previous Thursday, so she was excited to be with her again. And Eva was feeling more excited today too. She was enjoying this new close relationship with her neighbor. She wanted today's kissing to be extra nice as she had felt the absence of the last few days. And the mental images of the movie she had watched earlier filled her mind. She was now certain that Bonnie had a crush on her. She was developing similar feelings for the brunette. She decided that today she would give Bonnie a little extra treat. 

They reached the sofa but Eva did not sit down. She turned to Bonnie and said "I don't know about you Honey, but this heat's killing me." Without another word, she pushed the straps of her dress over her shoulders, and let the flimsy dress drop to the floor.  She stepped out of the dress and stood there wearing only panties. She looked at Bonnie, while Bonnie gazed at her friend's nakedness. Eva's breasts were small, but her nipples were large and dark. Her body was exquisite.

"Might as well get comfortable, Honey. The dresses are just going to get all tangled up and make us even warmer. Is that OK with you?" and she lay down on the sofa, stretching out like a cat.

"Absolutely" Bonnie whispered, delighted at this unexpected change in their relationship, and she quickly removed her dress too. Like Eva, she didn't have the need of a bra as her breasts were small and firm. Her nipples had hardened at the sight of her near-naked friend. She lay down alongside the blonde, letting their bodies touch. Eva was more aroused than she could remember. She could see Bonnie's breasts rising and falling as she breathed heavily, and knew that she was aroused also.

"Does it bother you that we're almost naked, Honey?" Eva asked quietly. "You're my best friend, so it doesn't bother me at all."

"Of course not, Baby. I love the feel of your skin." And Bonnie snuggled closed to her adorable friend. She was thrilled at what Eva had done.

The women wrapped their arms around each other, and their lips met in a slight tentative kiss. They could feel their breasts pressing together.

"Are you comfortable?" Eva whispered.

Bonnie nodded. "Yes, I might never want to move from here." 

"Nor me, darling. I really need you today."

That was the first time ever that Eva had called Bonnie 'darling'. It was a sign for both women that they had entered a new stage in their relationship with each other. There was no more talking. The women melted into each other. The kissing was tender, although sensual, at first, but as the minutes ticked by, the mouths got hungrier, the kissing more passionate. From their mouths to their knees, the women's bodies were pressed hard against each other. Eva thought of the women on the couch in the movie.

The intensity of their embrace grew also, and as the two bodies pressed together, the long legs entwining and wrapping around each other. The extra contact of the skin served only to increase the passion of the two friends, who were beginning to gasp and pant with the exertions of their erotic struggles.

Bonnie had asserted herself as the aggressor in the relationship, and Eva willingly assumed a more passive role. Bonnie had gradually moved the blonde onto her back, and was now lying fully on top of her. Eva spread her legs to accommodate her friend's body. Their crotches pressed against each other, and both moved their hips from side to side to increase the sensation. Eva reached around and cupped the brunette's tight ass in her hands, and pulled Bonnie's groin as hard against her own as she could.

Without warning, Bonnie gave a low groan and in a strangled voice gasped "Oh fuck it Eva, I'm coming! For god's sake, help me, please" she wailed.

"It's OK darling, let yourself go. Let yourself come for me." Eva whispered urgently and she slid one of her hands down between their sweating bodies, and cupped Bonnie's pussy through her panties. She kept a tight grip on Bonnie's ass with her other hand. She wanted to help her dear friend in this moment of her great need. She pressed her fingers into the softness she felt in Bonnie's pussy, searching for the clit through the panties, and Bonnie let out another cry as she thrust her crotch against Eva's hand, riding the hand like a cock. Their mouths locked together once more and that stifled the noises that Bonnie was making, but she grabbed Eva's nipples with both hands and twisted them sharply, causing Eva to gasp into Bonnie's mouth with pleasure and pain. 

Bonnie's orgasm was explosive, and she humped and thrust her hips furiously, gasping and whimpering. She was grinding her mouth hard down on Eva, and Eva knew that her lips were being bruised. But she didn't care as she was getting incredible satisfaction out of giving her friend such a wonderful orgasm. That's what a true friend is for, she reasoned to herself. Besides, she was close to having an orgasm herself.

Eventually, the orgasm passed, and Bonnie collapsed on top of Eva. After a few moments, the sweating brunette rolled off her friend and lay on her side, breathless. Eva caressed her hair, stroking her gently. She thought Bonnie looked stunningly beautiful.

When she had regained her composure, Bonnie looked at her friend and smiled. They were still in an embrace.

"Well, that was really something. I never believed that anything like that would ever happen with us. Are you shocked?"

"Of course I'm not, my love. That was one of the most beautiful moments in my life. I'm thrilled that I was here to share it with you. It was the most natural thing in the world, when you consider how close our friendship has become. It was perfect."

"Almost perfect, Baby, but not quite. The only thing wrong just now was these goddamn panties being in the way. You've no idea how much I needed to feel your fingers on me, or in me, but you couldn't do it for the fucking panties."

"I guess we'll know next time" said Eva.

"Yes we will. There will be no dresses, panties or anything else to get in the way next time. I want nothing, absolutely nothing between you and me.  It will be just skin on skin."

"I think I'll enjoy taking your panties off, darling. It sounds lovely and erotic." Eva leaned over and kissed Bonnie, sticking her tongue into her mouth. She had spoken impulsively, not having given the words any thought. But Eva realized that she meant what she said. She wanted to see Bonnie completely naked.

Bonnie pulled back slightly and licked her friend's lips and cheek with a big wet tongue. "I could just eat you up" she murmured. "Just remember one thing Baby. Today it was my turn, next time, it's your turn. And I won't take no for an answer."

"Next time it's my turn? What does that mean?" Eva was not sure what Bonnie was driving at.

"It will be your turn for an orgasm, Baby, what else? You did it for me today. Next time, I'm going to make you come, just like I came today. OK?"

"Oh my god, are you serious? Today was an accident. We were just having our usual friendly smooch session. I didn't mean to make you come. Oh my god, I can't believe we're having this conversation!"

Eva was babbling, partly with nervousness, partly with excitement. The erotic nature of the conversation, and what it implied for her, was arousing her. Her arousal intensified when she felt Bonnie's hand move toward her crotch. Without thinking, she parted her legs.

Bonnie began to nuzzle Eva's stiff nipples while she stroked Eva's pussy through the panties.

"I loved the way you talked to me when I was coming. I want to hear you say those words again. I've never fucked a woman before, but I'm going to fuck you next time were together. Does that feel good, baby?"

Bonnie was referring to her hand, which was stroking Eva's pussy more intently. Eva had spread her legs even wider.

"Yes, it feels good. It feels wonderful." Her hips were beginning to rise and fall in time to Bonnie's caresses. 

"It's too bad I have to stop, but only for now. Time marches on, and we have two husbands who will be expecting their dinner when they get home."

Reluctantly, the women pulled themselves away from each other, dressed and parted company. The farewell kisses and embraces at the door were the most intense yet, as they stroked each other's pussy and fenced with each other's tongue. Until today, neither one had touched the other's breasts or pussy. Now, in a matter of a couple of hours, everything had changed.

Bonnie spoke quietly, but intently to her friend. "Remember, next time, no panties, and it's your turn to have a good time. OK?" 

Eva, feeling overwhelmed, merely nodded. 

They both said "I love you" as Bonnie left.

In bed that night, Karl wondered if his wife had been drinking wine during the day. She was incredibly passionate again, something that was happening more frequently. She had definitely changed recently, and it was a change he was enjoying. He was having the best sex he'd ever had. His beautiful, blonde wife had turned into an insatiable fucking machine. He wondered what was going through her mind.

Chapter 4.

Eva didn't hear from Bonnie at all next day, so when she arose from bed the day after that, she knew that she would be hearing from her in a few hours. They never went more than two days without at least talking on the phone. This would not be a normal day, so Eva took extra care in bathing and selecting the clothes she would wear.

When Bonnie called shortly after lunch to say that she was coming over for a visit, Eva realized that she was actually trembling with nerves and anticipation.

Bonnie walked in through the door wearing her usual light cotton dress (she thought of these dresses as her 'fast removal' clothes) and stopped dead and stared when she saw Eva.

"Are you going out, Eva?" she asked in alarm.

Eva had dressed in a conservative dark gray business suit. The jacket was form-fitting, pinched in at the waist, and the suit had a tight, short skirt. A light blue blouse highlighted her blonde hair and blue eyes (Eva liked to wear blue for that reason), and around her neck there was a single choker strand of pearls. Her high-heels shoes made the tall elegant woman even taller and more elegant.

In a word, Eva was stunning. And she had dressed herself exactly the same as the blonde employee in the movie she had recently watched, in which the employee was subjected to a lesbian rape.

"No Honey, I'm not going out." She laughed aloud at her friend's reaction. "I just felt that I wanted to wear something special today ... for you."

"My god Eva, you look like a model out of a fashion magazine ... except better. Am I allowed to hug you?"

"You don't have a choice, Honey, come here" and Eva held out her arms to her friend. 

The women embraced and kissed in their usual manner. Eva leaned back against the wall in the hallway, and pulled Bonnie closer. They were hugging cheek to cheek, with Eva's mouth next to Bonnie's ear.

"You're trembling, Baby" whispered Bonnie.

"I know, but I can't help it. I'm really nervous. Can we talk about this?"

"We can talk about anything you want, Baby" said Bonnie. The conversation was being conducted in a whisper. She began to stroke Eva's back, trying to soothe her.

Eva kissed Bonnie lightly on the cheek before she spoke. "I'm wondering, do you think we're doing the right thing? I mean, we're talking about having sex together. That is really, really wild, don't you think?  We're married women."




Friends and Neighbors



"We're not going to have sex Baby; we're going to make love." Bonnie was thinking fast. 

"What's the difference?" asked Eva.

"There's a big difference. I love you, you know that. Do you love me?"

"Yes, of course" cried Eva, hugging her friend tighter than ever.

"Well then, we're both in love, and people in love, make love. We're doing this to show our love for each other. People who are just interested in sex, have sex. See the difference?"

Even to Bonnie's ears, her explanation sounded lame, but Eva was convinced ... and relieved. She knew within herself that she wanted this day to go as planned.

"OK, I can see that. It's just another way of us expressing our love. And there can never be anything wrong with love, can there?" 

"That's right Baby, love makes everything alright. So are you OK then?" Bonnie pulled back a little and looked into Eva's eyes, smiling gently.

"I'm more than OK. I want to get started. I've been thinking about nothing else for two days." Despite their nervousness, the women laughed as they hugged again.

Bonnie took Eva's hand. "Let's go find that sofa."

Eva shook her head and smiled. "No. Not today. Come with me." 

She led Bonnie by the hand down the hallway and they entered the main bedroom. Eva closed the door behind them. There was a king-sized bed, and the covers had all been pulled back. The only things left on the bed were two satin pillows and a satin sheet to lie on.

Eva kicked off her shoes, bringing herself back down to Bonnie's height. She kissed Bonnie lightly on the mouth. "OK, darling, you've got complete privacy, a large comfortable bed, and a nervous woman who's willing to be fucked. Isn't this what you've wanted?"

The situation was erotic beyond Eva's wildest dreams. The adult movies with sex scenes between two women had always aroused her. Watching attractive women having sex with each other was her biggest turn-on. She had always thought it impossible for her to have sex with another woman, but Bonnie had changed her in the past few weeks. And now she was here, with the most beautiful woman she knew, and she was soon to be a participant in one of the scenes she loved to watch. Bonnie had yet to touch her, but Eva was already on fire with sexual desire.

Bonnie didn't answer her friend's question. In a quick movement of her arms, she drew her dress up over her head and tossed it aside. She was left wearing nothing but tiny panties. 

She stepped close to her friend and began to remove Eva's jacket. "Don't move, darling. Leave everything to me."

As Eva stood unmoving, her eyes fixed on her friend's face, Bonnie stripped her slowly, removing her clothes garment by garment. As she removed the tight skirt, Bonnie dropped to her knees and let her hands pull the skirt slowly down the blonde's long legs, letting her hands caress the smooth skin of the outer thighs all the way down. Bonnie saw the goose-bumps on Eva's arms, and smiled to herself with satisfaction. Her friend was more that merely willing ... she was eager.

Very soon, Eva was wearing only her panties, and a lacy bra being worn only because of the special occasion. The bra pushed her breasts up nicely.

"Very nice touch, Baby" said Bonnie as she unclipped the bra, and brushed her hands along Eva's nipples as she removed it.

Both women were trembling slightly as Bonnie cupped Eva's face with her hands and kissed her on the mouth, letting her tongue trace a line along the blonde's lips.

"Nothing left to go but the panties, Baby. Would you like me to remove yours?"

Eva nodded. "Yes."

Bonnie looked at Eva, her eyes dark with lust. "Then ask me to do it, Baby. Ask me to take off you panties."

Eva's heart was pounding. "Bonnie, my darling, please take off my panties" she whispered.

"OK Baby, why do you want me to take off your panties?" Bonnie was finding it difficult to speak.

"Because I want you to fuck me."

Bonnie released a long sigh of contentment, and gave Eva a deep lingering kiss. "Hearing you say that makes me feel so happy."

She dropped down to her knees again, and Eva closed her eyes as she felt Bonnie slide her panties over her hips, down past her knees, and down to her feet. She could feel Bonnie's warm breath on her stomach and thighs. She stepped out of the last item of clothing, and was now completely naked. She was naked and in the embrace of another woman. Her mouth was dry with excitement. 

Bonnie stood up again, running her lightly hands over Eva's body as she did so. Eva looked at her friend and smiled again. She put her arms around the slim brunette, ran her hands down the slender back, and tucked her fingertips into the elastic waistband of Bonnie's panties. 

"You've stripped me, darling, and now I'm going to strip you to. I'm removing your panties, just as I said I would."

"Yes" was the most that Bonnie could say, in a voice barely audible.

The blonde knelt in front of her friend, pushing down on the panties as she went down. The tiny garment slipped easily over the swell of Bonnie's shapely ass. As Eva slowly pulled them down over the hips, Bonnie's mound of black pubic hair came into view. Impulsively, Eva leaned forward and pressed her face into the mound, letting out her warm breath against the dark clump.

"Oh god" gasped Bonnie, and she placed both her hands on the back of Eva's head. Eva nuzzled the hair lightly with her mouth, then pushed the panties all the way down to the floor and removed them completely. She stood up and took the brunette in her arms.

"Finally, it's just us, and we have absolutely nothing between us. We're both naked, and that's the way it should be for lovers." Both women cupped her hands around her friend's ass, and they pulled each other close as they kissed passionately. The blonde pussy hair mingled with the dark pussy hair, and the new sensation felt wonderful.

Eva lay down on the bed and took two deep breaths, trying to relax herself.

"This is obviously my first time, darling, so I hope I don't disappoint you" said Eva, as Bonnie lay down on the bed alongside her.

"It's my first time too, and you won't disappoint me, my love. You're so beautiful I think my heart is going to burst. Say those wonderful words to me one more time, and then close your eyes, lie back and relax."

Eva closed her eyes and whispered the words Bonnie wanted to hear.

"I love you Bonnie, and I want you to fuck me."

"Yes, my love, I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before."

But Bonnie was in no hurry. She was exhilarated simply looking at the gorgeous blonde, who was stunning in her nakedness. She was absolutely besotted by the woman lying passively beside her. When she had undressed Eva, she had removed all her clothes, but had left the single strand of pearls around her neck. The pearls made the naked beauty look classy and erotic.

As she stroked the body of her beautiful neighbor, Bonnie thought back over the last few weeks. She had seduced Eva, without her friend realizing what was happening. Bonnie had long ago accepted her bi-sexuality, but she had never met a woman who aroused her sexually. 

But then she met the delightful, elegant, Eva. Bonnie's lesbian needs were awakened by the unsuspecting blonde, whose lovely face, slender body and shapely ass took Bonnie's breath away. And Bonnie decided that she would have Eva in her bed one day. But it was a difficult task. Eva was clearly not bi-sexual, and seemed to be happily married. Getting her into bed seemed like an impossible task. Bonnie took up tennis to spend more time with Eva. She took up running, so she and the blonde beauty could run together, and shower together in the clubhouse afterwards. But nothing Bonnie tried ever brought them closer to having sex.

Years passed, and it was in a fit of despair, just a few weeks ago, that Bonnie had phoned her friend, and visited her with a bottle of wine. She had used drunkenness as an excuse to pin her friend down and kiss her passionately while pretending to be teasing. Bonnie had panicked, thinking that her rashness would destroy everything, but Eva, her darling Eva, had responded to the kiss and welcomed more. 

After that, Bonnie had begun to move her friend towards a physical relationship very slowly, so slowly that poor Eva was not aware of what was happening to her. As their contact became more intimate, Bonnie assured Eva that it was all just friendship. But she could not find the key that would get Eva willingly into a bed. But it all came together dramatically, unexpectedly, just two days earlier when, on a hot day, Eva decided that their dresses were an obstruction to their kissing. She had willingly stripped down to only her panties to embrace the astonished, but ecstatic Bonnie.

Bonnie's orgasm that day, as she ground her crotch against the woman she loved, had been faked. But it gave her the perfect excuse to manipulate poor unsuspecting Eva into bed.

A few minutes earlier, Bonnie had nearly swooned with pleasure as the final obstacle was cleared. Eva had said the words that Bonnie had only heard in her wildest dreams. "Bonnie, please take off my panties, I want you to fuck me."

Bonnie had won. Her long seduction of her beautiful neighbor was complete. She was stunned by the success of her seduction. Four weeks ago Eva had been a heterosexual, happily married housewife. Today she was lying naked on a bed, her legs open, eagerly waiting for another naked housewife to fuck her. 

The brunette soaked up her delicious friend with all her senses. She loved the way Eva looked. She loved the way Eva smelled, straight out of the bath. She loved the sound of her soft breathing. She loved the feel of her skin. There was only one sense left to experience ... taste. She needed to taste her adorable friend. 

Bonnie looked at the innocent blonde, and felt love and compassion for the younger woman, but she also felt the exhilaration of a person who had just won the lottery. She ran her fingers lightly through the blonde pussy, and began to move.

It was time for her to collect her prize.

While Bonnie was thinking about the events leading up to this encounter, Eva had succeeded in calming down. She was now completely relaxed. Bonnie's slow, tender stroking was exquisite. When she was being kissed, Eva loved the feeling of Bonnie's long hair falling over her face. She felt her lover move away from her face, and begin to slip down her body. Eva felt Bonnie's hair trailing over her breasts and down to her stomach, the lips kissing the flesh the whole way down.

She knew what was about to happen, and her breathing quickened in anticipation. When she felt the first contact between Bonnie's lips and her pubic hair she drew in her breath in a long hiss of pleasure. 

Eva opened her long legs to receive her friend.

Bonnie moved in between Eva's legs and kissed the mound lightly. It smelled sweet and delicate. She had enjoyed putting her mouth on Eva's mouth these past few weeks. Now she would enjoy putting her mouth on Eva's cunt. She used her fingers to spread the intimate folds, and pressed her mouth onto the exposed flesh. She was pleased with the reaction she got from Eva, who convulsed suddenly, her hips pushing upward seeking more contact with Bonnie's mouth. Bonnie used her tongue to give a long, slow upward stroke along the length of Eva's pussy, ending when she seized the protruding clit between her lips. She slid a finger into Eva's wet cunt.

Eva gasped aloud and climaxed. There had been too much eroticism, too much anticipation of new experiences, and her body could not contain the exhilaration of the exquisite feeling of Bonnie's tongue on her pussy. Her orgasm had come in less than a minute. She climaxed hard, gasping aloud as she thrust her pussy against the beautiful mouth of her beautiful friend. 

As the orgasm subsided, Bonnie released the clit from her lips, but stayed between her friends legs, stroking and caressing the thighs and stomach.

That was the first orgasm. Bonnie knew, as all women know, that the first orgasm is seldom the best orgasm. She looked forward to pleasuring Eva again, as soon as she had recovered.

Eva lay in a slight orgasmic daze. She liked the feeling of Bonnie's caresses. And she loved the sensations that Bonnie's tongue had created. Her pussy was tingling. The orgasm had been exquisite. She felt stunned with emotion. There was only one thing she was sure of. She was sure she was in love.

And she wanted to be fucked again. 

But Bonnie was in need of release also. When Eva's breathing had settled down, Bonnie rolled onto her back and pulled the slim blonde on top of her. She opened her legs, and Eva settled her hips between them.

"Please make me come, Baby. I need to feel your mouth on me."

Eva gave a whispered "Yes" and kissed her friend deeply. Then she began to push herself lower, kissing Bonnie's throat before sucking gently on her erect nipples. She spent only a minute or so on those delicious nubs, then went lower still. She was acting out the sex scenes she had seen on lesbian movies, so she knew what to do. She dragged her lips over Bonnie's flat stomach and ran her mouth and nose through the dark pubic hair.

Bonnie opened her eyes briefly and looked down at Eva. All she could see was the top of the blonde head moving between her thighs. It was a wonderful, satisfying sight.

"That feels wonderful, Baby. I think I'm going to come fast." Bonnie's voice was hoarse with arousal.

Eva had thought that she could never perform oral sex on a woman, but it came easily to her and she enjoyed the pleasure of knowing that she was making her friend climax. Eva did the same to her friend as Bonnie had done to her, spreading the pussy lips, licking the soft folds and teasing the clit with her tongue. She inserted first one, then two fingers into Bonnie's wet hole, and felt the fingers being gripped by internal muscles. 

It was more than Bonnie's excited body could take, and she groaned into an orgasm, her hips pushing up and down rhythmically against Eva's mouth, which maintained firm contact with the pussy of her climaxing friend. While she was in rapture, Bonnie whispered "Oh Eva!" quietly, over and over. When the orgasm eased, Bonnie pulled the blonde into her arms, held her tight, and wept with happiness.

Before the afternoon was over, and after a long spell of kissing, hugging, and caressing, they each gave the other another orgasm, using a combination of tongues and fingers while in the '69' position. A happy and contented Eva believed that if their love-making had been captured on video-tape, it would have been the best sex movie ever!!

Chapter 5.

From that day on, the two wives were practically inseparable. They went jogging together, they played tennis together, they went shopping together, and they went to the movies together.

Also, at every opportunity, they went to bed together.

Each time they made love, they learned more about each other's body, specifically what the other one liked or disliked. They learned how to twist nipples to produce the maximum pleasure, without crossing the line from pleasure to pain. They learned that sometimes a clitoris should be gently licked, and other times it should be seized between the lips and sucked like giving a blow-job to a tiny cock. Sometimes the rosebud of the anus should be softly caressed, sometimes it should be slightly penetrated by a moistened fingertip ... and other times it should be left alone. Sometimes a slender finger slipped into a wet pussy would produce satisfactory results, other times it took two fingers, sometimes even three, before a climax could be produced. It was a wonderful journey of exploration for the two lovers and they both were exhilarated by the new experiences.

One day, as they lay in each other's arms after another satisfactory love-making session, Eva spoke dreamily.

"Our sex is perfect, except for one thing. There are times that I feel we need a cock available to us. At times I need something bigger for my pussy to grip."

"Maybe we should buy a dildo" giggled Bonnie. "We could take turns being the man of the house."  She put on an artificially deep voice when she said 'the man of the house'.

Giggling in delight at the outrageous suggestion, the women discussed the kind of dildo that they could buy. How long would it be? How thick? What color? That question invoked hoots of laughter. Maybe they should get one of those strap-on affairs, so they could take turns mounting each other like a man? Maybe they should buy one of those very long ones, with both ends shaped like a cock, so that one both could get on at the same time and ride it together. It was a huge amount of fun, but in the end they did nothing about it. For one thing, how would they explain a strap-on dildo if it was ever discovered by one of their husbands?

So they stayed with fingers, lips and tongues. After all, they were having such wonderful success without artificial marital aids. Why change a good thing?

It was an idyllic time for the two housewives, one that they assumed would go on forever. 

But Fate is fickle, and sometimes she delivers cruel blows when least expected.

Chapter 6.

"OK, fellas, I'm done!" Karl Brownlee stood up from the table holding onto his chair to steady himself. For the first time in his career, he had drunk alcohol during a business lunch. He and three workmates were celebrating the completion of a project, and a drink before lunch had seemed appropriate. But one large martini had led to a second, and then a third. And drinking that nicely aged bottle of Californian Shiraz all by himself was not the smartest thing he had ever done. He now realized that he was drunk, and that it would be insanity to return to the office.

"Can one of you guys call me a cab?" he asked, trying not to slur his words or fall over. 

"You're a cab!!" all three cried simultaneously, then roared with laughter at the oldest, stalest joke in the world. Karl gave them a drunken grin in reply.

"So you're going home to Eva, huh Karl?" one of the drunks asked. "Would you like me to come along, just in case you need any help?" 

All three had met Eva, and all three envied Karl his beautiful wife. All of them would give their eye teeth to take Karl's place in Eva's bed, just for an hour or two. But they had all learned that Eva was interested in no other man except her husband. But it didn't prevent them from dreaming lustful thoughts about Karl's blonde wife. 

"Nope" he slurred, "I can handle the situation all by myself." He turned around and walked shakily towards the restaurant door, ignoring the additional lewd suggestions and comments from the guys at the table. 

He climbed into a cab outside the restaurant, mumbled his home address to the driver, and promptly fell asleep in the back seat.

He was awakened by the driver, after several unsuccessful tries, to be told that he was in his driveway. He handed the driver some bills, which was obviously enough to cover the fare, as he got a satisfied grunt in reply. He climbed out of the cab, and stood swaying back and forward as he watched it back out of the driveway and speed away. 

It was then that he realized he was in the wrong driveway ... he was four houses down the street. Cursing the driver under his breath, he staggered across the lawns of his neighbor's houses and onto his own lawn. He was pleased to see that Eva's car was in the driveway. Good, he thought, she's home. She can make me a big cup of coffee then I'm hitting the sack.

He opened the front door and immediately noticed that the bedroom door at the end of the hallway was closed. Aha, he smiled to himself, my darling wife is having a little afternoon nap. He now thanked the cab driver for his mistake. If he had been dropped off in his own driveway, the sound of slamming car doors would have awakened his wife. And Karl decided that he liked the thought of finding her asleep. Maybe he could just quietly slip into bed beside her and have a quick fuck before she was fully awake. Sex hadn't been so good for him lately. Eva didn't seem to be very interested in sex any more. A few weeks back, sex had been wonderful, and his wife couldn't get enough of it. Then she went completely off the boil, and he wondered what had happened. But today, he would spring a nice little surprise on his sleeping wife, and she would wake up with his cock inside her.




Friends and Neighbors



We were in another world when we were transferred from the West Coast to New England. Before, we only knew a couple of our neighbors and seldom saw them socially. At the time, we were in our early thirties. Our New England neighbors were party animals and we were quickly assimilated into the group. We met the nearest neighbors during the first few days, found that they all drank a lot more heavily, and enjoyed partying very late.

Soon, we were invited to join the neighborhood gourmet club. The first club dinner was two doors away and started with a lengthy bout of appetizers and drinks. Later, we had a fine dinner with copious quantities of wine, then after dinner drinks. We staggered home very drunk.

My wife heard the other wives discussing what they called the 'hangover hots.' It seems that several of the couples (more used to a lot of booze) enjoyed heavy sex sessions, after either the gourmet dinners, or early the next morning. Walt, one of our next-door neighbors, my wife learned, was a real horndog. He also had a reputation for baking pot-laced brownies.

Several months later, Walt and Linda hosted the gourmet club dinner. As usual, there was a lot of preliminary drinking and the party lasted into the early hours of the morning. People finally began to filter out and I was ready to go home, but Diane, my wife, was flying high and wanted to stay. I could tell that there was no polite way to convince her to leave, so I kissed her and told her I was going to bed. I said that I would leave the door open for her.

I stumbled home, shed my clothes, and quickly fell asleep. Some time later, someone shook my shoulder and called my name. "Gary, Gary, wake up, wake up!"

I opened my eyes and saw Linda standing over me. 

"You need to come help me get Diane home," she insisted. "She's really drunk and she needs your help to get home."

I came out of my alcoholic fog and slid out of bed, forgetting that I sleep nude. Linda took a step back when I stood up and faced her...weaving a bit. 

"Guess I need to get dressed, I mumbled.

Linda shook her head. "Here let me help you."

She found my pants and a pair of house slippers and helped me get my legs into the pants while I sat on the edge of the bed. "That's all you'll need," she assured me. "Let's go get Diane."

Linda and I walked across the yards and up to their family room door together. She reached for the doorknob and stopped. "Oh shit, Walt, you son-of-a-bitch!" she cursed as she looked through the door's little glass pane.

Curious, I pushed Linda aside enough to peer through the glass to see what had upset Linda. My eyes opened wide as I saw Diane sprawled on my neighbor's sofa with her head in Walt's lap. My neighbor had one hand down her blouse and his other hand up her dress, obviously wetting his fingers in my wife's pussy. He had his pants open and his cock semi-stiff prick was lying alongside Diane's face.

Linda raised her fist to bang on the door, but I grabbed her wrist to stop her. 

"Wait a minute," I whispered, "I want to see what he'll do."

Linda whispered back, "He'll fuck her if he can get his little cock hard enough. He's always been that way."

We stood unseen at the door for a few more minutes while Walt hiked up Diane's dress and pulled her panties to one side, surveying her light brown bush and slowly fingering her. He managed to get her blouse unbuttoned and pulled her left breast out of her bra. I watched as he squeezed her 38C boob and pulled on her little pink nipple. My stomach tightened but my cock was twitching at the same time.

"That's more than enough for me," Linda rasped. I looked over at her and noticed that she had her right hand between her legs, pressed tightly against her own mound right through her dress.

This time, when she raised her fist to bang on the door, I didn't stop her. She whacked the doorframe and Walt jumped as if he'd been shot!

We both saw him zip up his pants and push Diane's dress back down before he hurried to the door.

The meek look on his face was laughable. He didn't know if I was going to slug him or hug him. Frankly, I was in no condition to do either one. 

"I was just keeping Diane company until you got here," he tried to lie.

Linda pushed him aside briskly. "Yeah, we saw how you were keeping her company, stud," she barked. "We'll discuss that later."

Linda and I picked Diane up, one on each side, and gently lifted and carried her back across the yards, in our door, and up the stairs to our bedroom.

"Does she sleep like you do?" Linda asked me.

"Most of the time...unless it's really cold," I replied.

"Okay, help me get her out of her clothes then," Linda ordered.

We had no problem with her blouse because it was still mostly unbuttoned. I raised her up and removed her bra while Linda unzipped my wife's dress and slowly pulled her panties down her legs and off her now bare feet. I rolled Diane onto her side and pulled the sheet up over her inert form.

"I'll walk you home, Linda," I volunteered.

"Not necessary," she countered. "I know my way and there's nobody around this time of morning anyhow. Take care of Diane. Let me know what she has to say when she wakes up. If she wants to talk, have her call me anytime. I'm sorry about what happened. Walt just can't help himself sometime. Don't be too upset, okay?"

"I'm okay, Linda, don't worry about it," I half-lied.

**

The next morning, Diane woke up with a splitting headache. I got up but she just rolled over and groaned. 

"What happened last night?" she mumbled. "I feel like I was hit by a train."

I looked down at her nude body and felt sorry for her. I wasn't feeling all that great myself, but I wanted coffee and something solid to eat.

"You partied a little too hard, I think. Time is on your side, you know. Take it easy and maybe you'll feel better by noon."

"How did I get home," Diane asked before I could retreat.

I looked into her bleary eyes and smiled. "Linda and I half-carried you home and then we put you to bed."

"I should have left when you did," she admitted. "After you were gone, Walt started getting crazy and he wouldn't let me leave until I had another drink."

Not wanting to get into the details of what had taken place, I headed for the door. "Take a nap and you'll feel better later on."

The world looked better after two mugs of coffee and a few slices of toast. I wondered what had happened after Linda went back home to confront Walt. That is when our telephone rang. It was Linda.

"Meet me on your back porch in a couple of minutes," she said curtly. 

**

Linda was waiting when I opened the door to our back porch, carrying two cups and what was left of the coffee. She was wearing the short dress that she wore the night before.

"How is Diane?" Linda asked with concern in her voice. "Is she okay?"

"Yeah, she has a major hangover and is still sleeping."

Linda nodded. "Was she upset about what happened last night?"

"I don't believe she remembers a thing about it, frankly," I replied. "She just said that Walt got crazy and insisted that she drink some more. It seems that's about all she recalls."

Linda seemed relieved. "Maybe that's best then. I gave Walt a good tongue lashing this morning. I don't think it did any good, though. Before I was through, he had me on my hands and knees, and we were fucking like two rabbits! It's those' hangover hots that take charge after so much booze. I want to apologize again, for what happened...what you saw. I hope it doesn't spoil our friendship."

I thought about it for a few moments. "Well, since Diane doesn't remember any of it, and we were all pretty drunk, I don't see why we have to create a big scene," I finally stated.

"I'm so glad you are being so mature about it," Linda responded. "I really like you both and I want to stay friends. After all, I've seen you both naked, so what's the big deal, right?"

Her smile made me chuckle. "Yeah, when you woke me up, I wasn't thinking. I forgot that I was nude when I crawled out of bed. Don't bring that up to Walt, okay?"

"My lips are sealed," Linda promised, "but you know it might not be a bad idea to arrange a little get together where we can put everything on display and eliminate all the intrigue."

"What do you mean, Linda?"

"I'm thinking about hosting another party in a week or two with you guys and two other couples who have indicated that they enjoy sexy games sometime. We could have drinks and stuff and play some strip poker or something so that we all end up naked. Take the mystery out of the relationships, so to speak. What do you think?"

I smiled at her earnest expression. "So that would mean that I would get to see you naked, right Linda?"

"Hell, Diane and I are built so much alike; you have already basically seen me!"

"Still, it would be a nice treat to view the real you," I countered. "You've got more freckles. Who else are you thinking about?"

Linda grinned. "Marge and Ian are Europeans and they are very casual about things she's told me. Then, Bob and Juanita from our couples bowling league. From what I've overheard, they like adult fun sometime."

"Fine with me, but you must promise to keep Walt under control and make sure we don't all end up smashed on the living room floor."

"Leave it to me," Linda confirmed. "I'll set it up with the others, then call Diane and talk her into coming...without giving away too many details."

We sipped our coffee and talked for a while longer, during which time I admired Linda's long legs and painted toenails. As she rose to leave, she leaned over to put down her cup and I got a quick glimpse of her firm breasts and the very top of a small, pink nipple.

"Yes, you really do look very much like Diane," I quipped as she stood up.

"Hell, you're almost as bad as Walt!" she replied sarcastically. "He's always looking down women's tops. Anyway, thanks for the coffee and thanks even more for being a good guy."

She leaned close and planted a soft kiss on my lips. 

"You've got a nice big cock, too," she added over her shoulder as she stepped off my porch.

**

Later that day, I was out in the backyard clearing some brush from under the trees and I noticed Walt standing on his back porch. He was drinking a beer and watching me. I paused and waved him over. He went inside briefly and sauntered over with two beers in his hands.

"Hi neighbor," he began, "I brought you a beer, sort of as a peace offering."

I took the beer and clicked bottles with him. "Thanks, I can use a cold one right about now."

We stood in silence for a long moment before he spoke again. "I guess you caught me pretty good last night. I'm sorry for losing my cool and getting fresh with Diane. Linda really gave me a hard time about it. I guess you both saw me messing around, huh?" 

"We saw enough, Walt," I agreed. "Shit like that happens sometimes when people have had too much to drink. If I was going to go ballistic, I would have done so last night, so don't worry about it. But keep in mind, you owe me one."

Walt took a sip of beer and looked up, smiling. "Yeah, I suppose I do, but Linda has a mind of her own. I can't tell her what to do or not do, you know."

"Diane is the same way," I replied seriously. In fact, Linda expressed some interesting ideas this morning when she shared a cup of coffee with me. Did she tell you what she has in mind?"

Walt shook his head. "Nah, she's giving me the silent treatment. After the "hangover hots" wore off, she's been a bit standoffish with me. What did she say?"

"She's planning to have a party soon. She talked about inviting two or more other couples plus us and playing some adult games. Linda's planning to convince Diane to join the party."

"Damn, I can never figure out my wife. One minute she's acting like a prude and the next minute she's planning a hot party! I guess that's why I love her so much, she's unpredictable."

I had to laugh. "That's what she says about you too, Walt. I don't think she was expecting to bring me back to your house last night to observe you with your fingers up Diane's pussy and your other hand feeling her tits."

"Oh, you saw that too, eh?" Walt stammered.

"Yes, I think we got back just in time. In another five minutes, I'm afraid you might have been in even deeper. By the way, did you ever get your limp prick into her mouth?"

Walt stepped back. "Damn, Gary, I think the whole situation turned you on. It did, didn't it?"

I had to admit that I had many mixed emotions during and after the arousing event we watched. 

Walt grinned. "Well, it looks like we both enjoy seeing naked women. Maybe Linda is planning another party just so she can show off for you and some of the other neighbors. I'm sure not one to complain."

I just had to goad Walt a little more to see what he would say. "So, Walt, you would welcome the opportunity to see Diane completely naked again, right? And you wouldn't mind having her suck on your cock and maybe get the chance to do even more?"

"I'd be lying if I said no," Walt admitted. "Diane is hot, you know. However, she was passed out last night, so she really didn't let me do anything; I saw the opportunity and I decided to take it. I doubt that she would do anything while aware. I know my little package wouldn't impress her."

"Well, Walt, I guess we'll just have to see what happens. Stay cool and don't tell Linda that you know anything about her party plans. If she's able to pull it off, we both might enjoy some unexpected fun."

Walt smiled and held up his hand for a high five. "Here's hoping all goes well," he proposed as our palms slapped together. 

I decided to omit telling him that Linda kissed me that morning as she left my back porch.

**

A week or so later, I came home to find my wife, Diane, and our neighbor, Linda, in quiet conversation in our den. It was obvious that neither of them wanted me involved in their conversation. After a quick kiss hello from Diane, I retreated to my home office to finish some work.

I heard the gal's say goodbye about an hour later, but continued working. Diane came into the office and hugged me from behind. 

"Enough work for tonight, Gary," she prodded. "Come help me fix dinner and I'll tell you why Linda came over this afternoon."

Dutifully, I followed my attractive wife to the kitchen and found a nice bottle of red wine to open before dinner. Strangely, Diane had said nothing about the earlier party since that fateful night.

"Linda came over to invite us to a party this next Saturday evening," Diane stated. "She said two other neighbor couples would be there too."

I tried to seem only mildly interested, but I was almost holding my breath. "What did you say? Are we going?"

"At first, I tried to beg off," Diane admitted, "but Linda kept insisting that we join the party. She said we'd have a nice evening and maybe stay sober enough to indulge in some games and stuff."

"Sounds like fun, and we aren't doing anything else are we?" I responded offhandedly.

"Well, the last time we were at their house, we definitely had too much to drink. I was embarrassed."

"Oh? Embarrassed about what?" I asked dumbly.

"You know," Diane said, "I actually passed out with my head in Walt's lap. I don't remember much of what happened after he helped me lie down, but I have a feeling that he might have taken advantage of the situation. You were home in bed, so I just don't know."

I shuffled around the kitchen for a few moments to organize my thoughts. "Well, we'll just have to be sure that you don't over indulge next time, won't we?" 

"That's right. I told Linda how embarrassed I was and she assured me that she would watch and make sure my drinks were weak and that I would be okay. She also told me that she helped you undress me and put me to bed. I almost died when she told me, but she said didn't mind helping out one of her best friends. I guess it doesn't matter that Linda saw me naked and all messed up."

I decided to flatter my wife a bit. "You have nothing to be ashamed about. You have a gorgeous body and you looked so cute and innocent the other night. So, who else is coming to the party?"

"Linda said that Marge and Ian will be there. They are the European couple up on the corner. Juanita and Bob is the other couple that she's invited. They are the cute couple in our bowling league. Do you remember them?"

"Juanita is the gal who wears those tight jeans and has the cute butt, right?" I replied without thinking.

Diane punched my arm. "You men, all you see are tits and asses! In this case, you are correct, and Bob is the tall, good-looking blonde guy with the big muscles."

"Okay, I know him now. He's actually a very nice guy, by the way." I responded with a laugh. "So did you accept Linda's invitation?"

Diane nodded. "She finally convinced me and I said we would be there. I'm going to make a couple of cold snacks, maybe some spicy boiled shrimp, and I told her you would pick out a few bottles of good wine to contribute."

When I heard Diane say that she accepted Linda's invitation, a vision of my next-door neighbor's wife nude in front of me flashed across my brain like a bolt of lightning. "I've got four bottles that should be perfect," I replied as casually as I could, given the stiffness I was feeling in my slacks.

**

Diane and I walked across the yards to our next-door neighbor's house carrying trays of food and the wine that I'd chosen. We weren't the first couple to arrive. Bob and Juanita's Lincoln was at the curb. Ian and Marge could walk over, so we weren't surprised to find the six others standing together in the den when we let ourselves in the door.

"Here, let me help you get the trays unwrapped, Linda offered smiling broadly.

I shook hands with the men and gave Marge and Juanita hugs. Marge hugged tight and seemed to glue her body to me just a few seconds longer than necessary for a greeting. Her small, firm breasts pressed into my chest as she smiled, her eyes twinkling. Marge was English and Ian was a mixture of Scot and Norwegian. They were always ready for a party and they seemed to have a rather carefree attitude. Ian was tall and ruggedly muscular, with a prominent mustache and a thick shock of brown hair.

As Marge slipped out of my arms, she walked to the doorway leading to the kitchen. "Hey, Linda, what's this sheet doing over the door?" she asked as she pushed it aside with her hand.

Linda called back from the kitchen. "It's part of our first game this evening. You'll find out soon enough."

"Sounds interesting," Juanita volunteered. "Why would we need a sheet to play a game? I was hoping for a game of Twister," she added with a low chuckle.

"That's because you're lean and supple," Bob said with a laugh. "You're the only one who can get in those outlandish positions."

Juanita was long and lean. She was almost too slender and I guessed that she must wear a padded bra to give her some curves in front. On the other hand, Juanita had one of the cutest asses imaginable. She wore very tight jeans when we bowled and it was hard not to stare at her sweet buns.

Linda invited everybody to join her in the dining room, where she and Diane had set up the buffet of snacks and wine. We took plates and grazed for the next hour or so, chatting and drinking wine. It was obvious that we were all good friends and there was a lot of good-natured teasing and flirting. 

I was opening another bottle of wine when Linda called everyone into the den. 

"I'm sure you are all curious about the sheet over the door," she began. "Well, we are going to see how observant you each are tonight. I read about this little game last month and it sounded like a lot of fun. We will have prize for the male and a female winner when the game is over. Here's how it works," she said. "The men will go behind the sheet first. The gals will each have a notepad and pencil and will sit in a semi-circle here. One at a time, each man will expose a part of the body for exactly five seconds. The gals will try to guess which man is which based on the quick exposures. The men will note down the order of their exposures on their master list. Is that all clear?"




Friends and Neighbors



Marge giggled. "What part of the body will we get to see?"

"Actually, you will get four different views, but the men will change the order, so we each will make sixteen guesses. Once the men are done, we will compare our scores with their master list and name the winner. After that, the men will get their turn to guess and we will each expose four parts for them."

Juanita held up her hand, as if she was back in school. "Do we get to pick the body parts?" she asked rather timidly.

"No, I have already determined the parts for exposure. This is an adult game, so you can count on some fun," Linda replied with a sly grin.

Clearly, Juanita was uncomfortable with Linda's response. 

"Don't be a party pooper, Juanita," Marge soothed, "we're all friends here and we all have our strong and weak points, right?"

Juanita shrugged as she looked around the room. "Yeah, I guess so."

"Great, let's get started," Linda exclaimed as she passed out the pads and pencils. She handed Walt the master list pad and put him in charge of keeping track of who is who. Then she ushered us men behind the sheet.

"The first task for the boys is to remove their right shoes and socks. One at a time, you will stick your right foot under the sheet and expose your foot for the count of exactly five seconds. We will try to guess the man who belongs to each foot."

Dutifully, each man stuck his foot under the sheet as the women hooted and chattered while noting their individual guesses. 

"This is hard," Diane said through her laughter. I thought I knew which one was Gary's foot, but now I'm not sure."

Linda laughed. "That's the point of this game. It will get harder as we move on."

"Next, fellows, you will notice a small hole in the sheet about chest level. It is covered by a piece of cloth. Got it?"

Walt said that we saw it.

"Each of you will now stick your left index finger through that hole for exactly five seconds, and we will make our second group of guesses," Linda stated.

We shuffled the order and each exposed his left index finger. We were beginning to think this was going to be rather boring.

"Now, boys, using the same hole, you will each expose your right nipple for five seconds," Linda ordered.

Suddenly, we were laughing and slapping each other on the back as we stripped off our shirts and complied with Linda's request.

"Two of them were pretty hairy," Juanita. "I think I'll get the nipples right!"

Walt spoke up from our side of the sheet. "Well, what's our final part, Linda?"

We heard a lot of giggling before Linda stated solemnly, "Your final part requires the use of the other covered slit that you will find just below waist level. See it?"

"Yeah, we see it," Walt replied. "Are you thinking that we're going to stick our cocks through that slit for you gals?"

"Not all, that would make it too easy," Linda countered. "You will just put the head through the slit for five seconds each. That way, length won't be exposed."

Walt turned to us and shrugged. "Well, guys, shall we do it?"

"Maybe we'll get the same parts from the gals," Ian said hopefully. "I don't mind, but I'll have to pull my foreskin back so it can't be spotted."

"Okay," Walt challenged, "you can go first this time, Ian."

We watched as Ian unzipped his pants and lowered his briefs. He gave his cock a few strokes and pulled his long foreskin back to expose the head of his cock. Slowly, he approached the sheet and quickly slid his prick through the narrow slit. Walt counted to five, and then said "Time."

The gals were giggling and making lewd comments as Walt followed Ian. Walt was circumcised and had a rather small member. He was fully erect as he stuck his cock head through the slit and quickly counted to five.

I looked at Bob and shrugged. My pants fell and I followed the other two, first stroking a bit to 'plump' it up, then sliding my thick cock head through the slit for the prescribed time. Hearing some oohs and ahhs made me blush as I pulled back and grabbed my pants.

Bob went last. He slipped his briefs down and we couldn't help but look. Bob had about 8 inches and was thicker than the rest of us. Oddly, when he pulled his foreskin back, the head of his penis was more pointed rather than the usual helmet shape, but he had us all beat. With little ceremony, Bob exposed his pink head for five seconds and received more hoots and gasps.

"Well done, gentlemen," Linda announced like a master of ceremonies. We will give the ladies a couple of minutes to consider their answers, and then compare the results. You may stay behind the sheet until we are done."

There was a variety of looks on their faces after we rejoined them in the den. Walt and Linda huddled at the game table, scoring each set of answers. We all sat around rather sheepishly, waiting for them.

"We have a winner," Walt announced as we waited anxiously. "The gal with the best eye for feet, fingers, nipples, and cocks is...Marge!

We all clapped and Marge held her arms up in victory. "That was fun," she announced.

Linda interrupted, offering more wine and passing out the pads and pencils to the men. After another glass of wine, she ushered the women behind the sheet to quite a lot of wolf calls and giggles.

Now, my wife, Diane, has long, narrow feet, so I thought it would be easy to get that one right. Actually, three of the four feet looked too much alike and I was confused. Marge had short, wider feet so I guessed her easily. I noticed that the other guys were equally confused for the most part.

We guessed at their right little fingers and the confusion continued. I wrote down my answers, but was unsure about them all.

The hole in the sheet failed to offer much help either. Each of the women exposed a nipple, but three of the four were pink, and the hole wasn't big enough to expose the entire areola, so it was hard to tell who was who for sure. I couldn't decide if it was Juanita or Marge who sported the dark nipple, but I decided to guess Marge.

Finally, we got to showing bushes and slits. We heard quite a bit of laughter before the slit in the sheet opened slightly to expose a light brown bush and a visible slit in a mound. "That's got to be Diane," I thought to myself. "It looks just like her." 

Next, the slit exposed another light brown bush...slightly thicker than the first. More confusion as we each studied the pussy quickly before it was withdrawn. "That could be Diane too," I thought.

The third bush was darker and trimmed to show the sides of the mound. "That's Marge for sure," I guessed. "She has the darkest hair."

Finally, the sheet exposed a completely smooth pussy with narrow a mound. "Wow," I thought, "is that's Juanita or does Marge shave her pussy bare?"

We all struggled with our answers. It's just natural that we were being competitive, I suppose. I decided to go with my first impulse rather than second-guess myself.

Again, Walt and Linda convened at the game table and tallied the results.

Linda stood to get everyone's attention. "The winner of the men's competition is...Gary!"

There was applause and I followed Marge's lead and raised my arms, making V for Victory signs with both hands. I guess your first impression is the best.

"Now for our prize," Linda shouted. "The two winners get to retire to our bedroom and close the door for exactly five minutes. Isn't that a fitting prize?"

I glanced over at Diane and saw the smile on her face. "A lot can happen in only five minutes with Gary," she giggled, seemingly unconcerned.

The others had a nice laugh on me, and then Marge stood up and started walking down the hall to Linda and Walt's bedroom. She turned and looked over her shoulder at me. "Coming, Gary?" she asked coyly.

Marge entered the bedroom, turned to sit on the corner of the king size bed, and smiled. 

"I have a question," I told her. "Were you the one with the dark trimmed bush, or were you the smoothie?"

Marge leaned her head to one side. "Answer my question and I might show you."

"What's your question, Marge?"

Marge's face reddened slightly. "We only have a couple of minutes, so would you let me suck your cock? I've never touched a circumcised one...and yours looked very nice," she gushed hurriedly.

I only hesitated a few moments, during which time I heard a lot of laughing and squealing coming from the den. I wondered what was going on, but forced myself to focus on Marge's request.

It only took another moment to unzip my pants and present my half-erect cock to my neighbor's wife. 

"Come closer," Marge asked as she slipped off the bed and onto her knees.

I came to full erection when I felt her lips on the exposed head of my stiff cock. She kissed it gently before opening her mouth and sliding my prick along her wet tongue. 

"You have to show me your pussy when you're through," I told her as she worked her head up and down.

"Ummm hum," she hummed as she worked feverishly to get me off.

Fortunately, it didn't take long. I felt my balls tighten and my shaft throb as Marge sucked for all she was worth. Within a minute, I squirted several times and she made a valiant effort to capture all of it. As she pulled off, my cum leaked out and ran down her chin, but she used her finger to get most of it back into her mouth and swallow. Quickly, she stood and kissed me deeply and I could taste my slightly salty cum on her tongue and lips.

Time was almost up. Marge took a step back and raised her dress. She pulled her thin panties aside and flashed her dark, trimmed bush at me. 

"You guessed me right, I know," she said giggling. "Do you like my little pussy?"

"Very delicious-looking," I confirmed as she rearranged her dress. "Maybe I'll get a taste sometime, if Ian doesn't mind," I added with a sly grin.

Marge laughed. "You never know. Something like that might be arranged."

"Time's up," Linda called as she opened the bedroom door. "What have you two been up to, huh?"

Marge licked her lips. "We'll never tell, will we, Gary?"

I nodded toward Linda. "Our little secret," I confirmed. "No rule said we had to make any confessions."

**

There were more than a few suggestive comments when we returned to the den. Things like, "Boy, that was quick!" and "Wish I was a fly on the bedroom wall," and other teases. I noticed that Diane was now sitting on the soft, sandwiched between Walt and Ian. Naturally, Walt had his right arm around Diane and he was toying with the collar of her blouse. Diane's hands were in her lap, pressing her dress down between her legs.

"Looks like you acquired a couple of admirers while I was away," I chuckled as I surveyed the sofa scene.

Diane looked a bit peeved and I figured that she was upset with me being with Marge. I was wrong!

"The guys kept trying to look up my dress," Diane fussed. "I had to sit this way to keep them at bay."

I turned to Walt. "Did you get a shot of my wife's pretty blue panties?"

Walt grinned. "I just got a brief peek before she noticed me sitting on the floor across from her. I really like sheer panties," he teased as he stroked the side of my wife's arm.

Diane ignored his comments, but I noticed that she was slowly moving her fingers between her tightly closed legs and pressing her hands against her mound through her clothes. It was obvious that she was enjoying both men's attention. Perhaps it was a reaction to my recent escapade with Marge.

Meanwhile, Marge went to Ian's end of the couch and sat on the arm, pressing her thigh against his arm. When he looked up at his wife, she leaned down and gave him a lingering kiss.

"Oh damn," I thought, "Ian's going to know what Marge did for me!"

They parted their lips and I saw Marge's tongue slide into her husband's mouth, providing more evidence of her naughty spree with me. She rose, smiling at Ian, and instinctively licked her lips again. I held my breath. Ian looked over at me and I knew he knew what his wife had done. Then, he smiled at me and then up at her. We all waited for his reaction.

"I hope you enjoyed yourself," Ian told his wife. "Did you guess Gary correctly in that last round?"

Marge returned her husband's smile. "Oh yes, I certainly did," she confirmed.

Ian patted his wife on the rump and chuckled. "I just had a feeling," he added good-naturedly.

Linda asked me to refresh everyone's glasses so that we could discuss the next game. Filling wine glasses gave everyone to resume their proper roles. Diane slid off the sofa and came over to sit on the floor beside my chair. That is when I noticed that two buttons of her white blouse were undone and her lacy bra was showing an enticing cleavage. She either didn't realize that her blouse was open, or more likely, she didn't care at that point.

"As a group, you have a choice for the next game," Linda announced. We can play Twister, Spin the Empty Wine Bottle, or we can go with strip poker. By show of hands, who wants Twister?" 

"Naked or with clothes on?" Walt called out.

Linda shook her head and laughed. "With clothes on, you horny devil."

Juanita held up her hand, knowing she would certainly win that game and wouldn't have to expose her tiny breasts. Fortunately, nobody else joined her.

"Okay, how about Spin the Empty Wine Bottle?"

"Maybe that should follow a game of strip poker," Ian offered. 

Diane and Linda held up their hands in spite of Ian's comment.

"All right, how many votes for strip poker?" Linda asked.

Marge and all four men held up their hands immediately. 

"Strip poker it is, then," Linda announced. "I have a new deck and we'll make Joker's wild. Form a circle here on the floor. Seating must be boy girl and you can't sit next to your spouse, okay?"

Dutifully, we all made a circle after pouring from the third bottle of my wine. Diane sat between Bob and Walt and I noticed that she kept her legs tucked under her. I also noticed that Bob had a nice view down her still-unbuttoned blouse. I briefly wondered who loosened those two buttons. 

The poker game proceeded in the usual fashion. Each participant had to ante a piece of clothing at the start of each round. We all had to agree that rings and other jewelry didn't count (which served to accelerate the game). The winner of each hand got to retrieve one piece of their clothing.

One of the highlights came when Bob finally had to ante his boxer shorts and the gals got to see the full length and thickness of his uncut cock. Another highlight developed as his wife, Juanita, had to decide whether to ante her panties or her bra. I think we were all curious to see if she even had tits. Bashfully, she stood and slipped her panties off, exposing her smoothly shaven pussy. 

"Gosh, Juanita," Marge sputtered, "can you really take Bob's thick pole into your small, slender body?"

Juanita blushed. "I manage somehow," she said with a bit of sarcasm. "He fills me up, that's for damn sure!"

Soon, Diane lost her blouse and then her skirt. I glanced over at my wife and noticed that her little blue panties now sported a sizable wet spot. She had her legs up against her chest and her feet on the floor, offering a nice view of her damp panties to Ian and me.

Marge chose to ante her bra and we all finally confirmed that she was the gal with the dark nipples. Her breasts were conical, firm, and her small nipples pointed straight ahead.

"I really don't need a bra," Marge confessed. "My boobs are too small to require support, but if I don't wear one, my nipples show too much."

"They're just about perfect," Linda offered as she too contributed her bra to the pot. "Mine are already beginning to sag."

"I like all the freckles," Ian responded. "You have a redhead somewhere in the family, I suspect."

My glance to my left confirmed that Linda's nipples and Diane's nipples were almost identical in size and in light pink color. Except for the freckles, I could be looking at Diane's tits.

Diane finally had to ante her bra in the same round that I contributed my jockey briefs. I sat looking at my wife's bare breasts (with erect pink nipples) while she stared at my recently exposed and semi-erect dick.

Diane won that hand and retrieved her bra, and Juanita finally had to ante her bra. We all watched her as she slowly unsnapped the front of her thin bra and tossed it into the center of the circle. 

"There, now you know," Juanita stated flatly. "I have tiny tits."

Marge spoke up. "I think they're cute, Juanita. You have cones too, like me, just not as big around. 

Bob also came to his wife's defense. "They are very sensitive. She can cum just from me sucking on them. I love the way she looks when we make love."

Ian won the hand, Bob and I had nothing with which to ante, and Walt was down to his bikini briefs. Diane slowly slipped her blue panties off and folded them into a square before placing them in the circle. 

"What's wrong, Diane," Ian laughed, "are you afraid that we'll see the wet spot in those panties?"

Naturally, Walt grabbed my wife's panties, unfolded them, and held them up to his face. "Oh ho, I smell the aroma of pussy!" he teased as Diane unsuccessfully grabbed for them.

"Stop that!" Linda barked. "You shouldn't try to embarrass our guest like that. I think we're all a little aroused, aren't we girls?"

Marge spread her legs before the group. Sure enough, there was a wet spot. She slipped off her panties and handed them to me. 

"Here, Gary, you were anxious to have a taste a while ago. Be my guest!"

I took Marge's panties and held them up for all to see, then opened the crotch and licked the wet spot.

"Delicious," I announced as I tossed the panties into the circle.

Everyone laughed hysterically, and those with clothes shed them and tossed everything into the center of the circle. We sprawled on the floor laughing and looking around at everyone else. I looked over at Diane and saw that she was giggling like the rest of us and enjoying the groping that Walt and Bob were providing. Walt was squeezing my wife's right breast and Bob was working his hand up between Diane's legs, trying to get his long fingers into her slit. My stomach seemed to turn at the sight, but then I realized that my cock was now as stiff as a steel rod.

I felt Linda lean on my left shoulder just as fingers closed around my erect cock. Marge was stroking me while her head lay on my right leg. Soon, she was sucking again and Linda decided to join her.

Ian gave Juanita a kiss, and then slid down to suck her little right nub into his mouth. 

"Oh God," Juanita gasped as her finger slipped into her bare pussy and furiously moved up and down.

Our mini-orgy only lasted a few minutes before Linda again took charge of the proceedings.

"All right, group, knock it off and listen for a minute. We need to decide just how far we're all willing to take this. We sure don't want to have any problems, once the wine wears off."

The possibility that there would be negative repercussions sobered everyone up for the moment. Here were four naked couples sprawled in a circle on the floor, playing with other people's spouses. Wives looked at husbands, and we looked at our wives. The same questions seemed to be on everyone's mind. "How far shall we go with this? Am I okay with seeing my spouse fucking someone else? Is my spouse okay with all this?"

After a couple of minutes of silence (that seemed like an hour) Ian spoke up. "I guess we should tell you that Marge and I have had some earlier encounters. We shared with other like-minded couples in Europe several years ago. We don't have any problems now, because we really like and enjoy all of you, but you have to decide for yourselves."

"Juanita and I have fantasized about doing other people before, but we haven't really done it," Bob admitted. "I wouldn't mind giving it a try, but that is really up to Juanita."




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Heads turned toward Juanita. "I don't know," she stammered, "I want to wait and hear what the others have to say. I know that Bob would be popular (for obvious reasons), but I'm not sure anybody would want to be with me."

"Count me in," Ian reassured. 

"Me too," Walt offered with a wide grin, "that is if Linda wouldn't mind," he added sheepishly.

"How about you, Diane," Linda asked. "You've been very quiet so far."

Diane looked over at me and seemed deep in thought. "I'm like Juanita," she started. "I want some time to think and talk. Maybe we have gone far enough for tonight. Maybe we should stop while we are still friends and think about all the implications. Later, we can meet and discuss things like adults and each couple can make up their minds. Is that too much to ask?"

I felt like I needed to support my wife and give everybody a chance to ponder the situation. "So far, we have had fun getting naked and messing around a little with each other. I noticed that everyone seemed to be responding favorably, so there has been no harm."

"I want to talk to Diane and I think Bob wants to talk to Juanita. I would like to amend my wife's suggestion slightly, however. As a fitting end to this arousing evening, I think we should all stay in this circle and masturbate. That way, we can all go home partially satisfied and those couples with enough stamina can fuck each other's brains out remembering what we did tonight!"

Linda gave a hearty laugh. "I've never diddled myself in front of anybody before, except Walt. That sounds like even more fun than Spin the Wine Bottle, and it is getting rather late for another game. Raise your hand if you are in favor of Gary's plan."

The vote was unanimous! We each used the sights and sounds around us to arrive at our individual orgasmic destinations. Once complete, we cleaned up our messes and polished off the last of the wine. Bob and Juanita got dressed and, after hugs and kisses, drove away. 

Diane and I picked up our clothes. "It's silly to get dressed just to walk next door," I stated. "We'll just leave the way we are."

Marge giggled. "We're just up two houses and across the street. We'll walk home naked with you."

Diane hugged Linda. "I'll come over and get my trays tomorrow, after I've sobered up," Diane said. Then, she turned and gave Walt a tight hug. His hands cupped her round ass cheeks as he pressed his stiff little dick between her legs.

We walked across the lawns and we started to turn toward our door. There we stood, four naked people in our front yard in the middle of the night. Diane hugged Ian and Marge slid into my arms.

"I really enjoyed getting to know you better, Gary," she whispered. "You and Diane are welcome to come over any time. Don't wait too long, okay?"

**

Diane and I went home and fondled each other for a few minutes, but neither of us really felt like fucking. I was limp, having recently jacked off in front of everybody, and she was sore from the evening's fingering. We giggled like a couple of teenagers, then kissed goodnight and immediately fell asleep in a tangle of each other's arms and legs.

It was hard to get a conversation started the next morning. Diane made coffee and I went outside to retrieve the paper. We sipped coffee and ate muffins as we scanned the paper. I would look up ever so often and catch Diane eying me, but she wouldn't open up. I decided to wait her out. It was past eleven when she finally spoke.

"Well, that was some party, huh?" she stated tentatively. 

"Yeah, different, that's for sure. I'm not sure what to make of the whole affair. I think everyone had a good time, at least for a while."

Diane nodded. "The sheet game was fun. I didn't do too well with my guesses though." she responded. 

"I was a bit confused too, and I couldn't believe that I actually won," I replied.

"What did you do when you and Marge left the room?" Diane quizzed. "Did you...you know."

I laughed. "In five minutes?" I asked. "It was pretty funny, actually. Marge sucked me a little and showed me her pussy...that's all. I did guess her right." I figured it was best to tell the truth.

"Really? She sucked you off that fast? She must be very good."

This was a lose/lose situation, so I decided to punt. "She goes too fast. It wasn't nearly as good as how you do," I stated as strongly as I could.

Diane chuckled. "Well, I usually have more time, don't I?"

I decided not to answer her rhetorical question. I was a bit surprised that Diane didn't seem to be all that upset by my admission. Maybe, she was relieved that I hadn't fucked Marge during our brief encounter.

"Now, what did you do while we were gone?" I challenged.

I saw my wife's face redden slightly. "Ian was the one, not me," she began. "He got down on the floor and put his head up my dress. I couldn't believe it! Linda told him to behave and he pulled back, but Walt jumped down next to him and before I knew it, they were both looking up my dress at my panties."

"Linda and Juanita made them stop, but I know they saw plenty."

I saw my opening. "I think they turned you on a little, didn't they?"

"To be perfectly honest, they did I guess," she admitted. "After that, I was a lot more curious and more willing to go along with Linda's silly games."

"Are you glad we stopped when we did?" I asked her, hoping to get an idea of how she felt now that we were both sober.

Diane thought for a minute or so, and I stayed quiet. 

"I think it was good to stop for Juanita's sake. I know she was a little embarrassed and maybe a little scared. It surprised me that she went ahead and did her thing there at the end like everyone else. She must have needed some relief as much as I did."

"Yeah, I was watching you most of the time," I admitted. "It was such a turn on for me to see you fingering yourself in front of everyone. That was more arousing than seeing the other gals."

My wife looked genuinely surprised. "Really? You actually liked watching me finger myself?"

I nodded. "That and seeing Walt and Bob fondling you and getting you all hot and bothered. I almost squirted when you finally had to shed your bra and panties and let everybody see your beautiful, nude body," I confessed.

"Would you enjoy seeing me doing to Ian what Marge did to you?" she asked softly, tentatively.

I was going to respond when I noticed Diane looking down at the stiff member now stretching against my slacks. She was smiling broadly.

"I think you just gave me a positive answer," she chuckled. "You got a real boner just thinking about it, didn't you?"

I could only nod and smile back. "I was just visualizing how that might look. I know that it would turn me on big time. You know, Marge invited us to visit any time," I added casually.

"Marge seems to have a thing for you," Diane accused. "She must have enjoyed your brief encounter. I think she and Ian have a very liberal perspective when it comes to things like last night."

"They admitted that they have done stuff before," I confirmed. "It doesn't look like it has hurt their relationship in the least," I replied. "How would you feel about accepting her invitation sometime?"

"They are a fun couple," Diane responded without actually agreeing.

"Then, maybe I could get even with Marge," Diane teased as she filled up our coffee cups.

I decided to expand the idea. "What about another party with the whole group? Are you okay with more fun and games?"

Diane looked at me seriously. "It depends on how you would react if things went past little fun and games. Can we do whatever the group does without giving ourselves problems? Are you that open and without jealousy?"

Now, it was my turn to think. "I think the test for me was when Linda and I had to take you home that time. You know, we watched through the door while Walt felt you up and put his fingers in your pussy. Watching him play with you got me very aroused. He and I talked about it later, and I was surprised by how much I really liked what I saw. I think it turned Linda on also."

Diane put her hand to her face. "My God, why didn't you tell me about all that?"

"I just thought it best to leave it alone so you wouldn't be embarrassed to be around Linda and Walt," I admitted. "Now, it really doesn't matter. Everything's out in the open."

"Are you okay with Walt and Ian, and maybe Bob now? I mean, if anything happens again, it could involve all three of them, you know."

"Yeah, I know," I replied. "Frankly, the thought of another get together is pretty fascinating. Maybe we are agreeing that we would both be willing to attend another party. Am I reading you right?"

Diane looked deeply into my eyes. I think she was trying to tell if I was serious or just kidding. 

"I'll go if you'll go and not get crazy afterward, or treat me mean."

"Did I treat you mean after Walt got his hands full? Did I treat you mean this morning?" I asked in return.

Diane shook her head. "No, you did just fine. I love you, you know that you big lug?"

"Yes, and I love you too. We're talking about having fun, not getting involved seriously. I know that our relationship is too strong to let some playing around get in the way. Who knows, it might pull us closer together, if that's possible."

Diane polished off her coffee and took our dishes to the sink. She pulled me up from my chair. "Okay, then, our decision is made, let's change the subject. All this talk has made me quite horny. Let's have our own play time upstairs."

The telephone rang three days later. Diane answered. It was Marge extending an invitation to join Ian and her for a Scandinavian dinner on Friday evening. They chatted for a while and I could tell from Diane's tone that she was going to accept. 

"Will it be just the four of us?" Diane inquired.

Marge happily told Diane that Linda and Juanita had also accepted, so it should be another fun evening. She told Diane that Juanita was a little hesitant, but called back later and said that she and Bob had talked it over and that they were happy to join all of us. Evidently, Bob was successful in helping Juanita conquer her self-image problem.

**

The dinner was a huge success. Marge served whole boiled shrimp with heads and feelers attached. She said it was Norwegian style seafood. She also served a drink called glug, a strong potion that soon made us all forget about the gruesome looking shrimp and we all ate our fill. Every few minutes, Ian or Marge would raise their glug and toast someone, saying "skoal." If you were toasted, you had to drink with them while looking directly into the other's eyes. If you glanced away, you had to polish off the whole glass of glug. By the time the dinner was over, we were all well oiled and definitely ready for fun.

Meeting in their big living room, we sat around laughing and reliving all of the toasts and those who looked away. Ian got everyone's attention. "I am holding eight cards," he bellowed, "the four kings and the four queens. Each couple will represent a suit. Diane and I were the diamonds. Ian and Marge were hearts, Linda and Walt were the spades, and Juanita and Bob were the clubs. Ian shuffled the four kings and each wife selected a card. The one rule was if someone drew their own spouse, all had to draw again. After two deals, the couples were mixed. 

"Now, the queens must go to their kings and when the music starts, give your king a lap dance," Marge announced.

I watched my wife slide away from me and approach Bob while he sat in an armless chair. Bob's long, thick member was already making a bulge in his slacks as Diane stood before him smiling.

Linda came over and stood in front of me. Her form reminded me so much of Diane, and I could almost foretell how she would feel on my lap.

Juanita moved to Ian, and Marge strolled over to Walt. Ian hit his remote and music filled the room. The gals began to do various versions of a bump and grind before moving onto our laps and doing their best to arouse us. It didn't take long!

The music stopped and Diane jumped up and down with glee, her braless tits swaying and flopping. 

"Honey, I did really good, didn't I?" Diane asked me.

Everyone laughed at her antics, including me. My wife's earlier inhibitions seemed to be drowned in glug and high spirits. My own cock swelled to its limit with that revelation.

Bob struggled to adjust his massive bulge. "Damn it, Diane, you really got me going. I need some relief here."

My wife glanced at me and sensually licked her lips. "Can I help poor Bob?" she asked me.

I remembered our earlier discussion, smiled and nodded my tacit permission.

Diane knelt in front of Bob and coyly began to unbuckle and unzip his trousers. I looked over at Juanita and saw her watching intently as my wife pulled her husband's long, thick prick out of his slacks. Bob wore no underwear. As I watched, Juanita crammed her hand between her legs and rubbed herself through her thin sundress. 

All eyes turned to my wife. Diane held Bob's big dick in her thin fingers, then she leaned forward and lightly kissed the torpedo-shaped head, licking off a drop of precum from the eye. Bob closed his eyes and let his head fall back against the chair. A low groan escaped his lips as my sweet wife slid his throbbing member past her full lips. Slowly, she milked him with her mouth and tongue, humming for that extra effect that I love so much.

"I'd sure like some of that treatment too," Ian stammered. "You're a lucky man, Gary," he added.

"You can be next, Ian," I replied, again giving my wife permission to apply her oral talents to our host.

"No more, no more," Bob gasped as Diane licked her way up his shaft. "I don't want to cum so early in the evening," he added sheepishly.

Obviously, Diane had overheard my exchange with Ian. She gave Bob one more kiss on his dick, then on his lips, before turning her attention to Ian. She crawled to him on her hands and knees and looked at Marge, who was seated next to him. 

"This will make us even," she grinned. "You got to do Gary last time, didn't you?"

Marge giggled. "He told you, didn't he? Oh well, go ahead. I want to watch and learn your special technique."

Diane quickly uncovered Ian's stiff shaft and began to play with him. She took her time and she didn't seem to mind when Marge slid onto the floor beside her to get a close up view.

"Ian likes it when I suck on his balls," Marge prompted. "Here, let me show you."

Marge proceeded to put her husband's balls in her mouth, and then she moved aside to let my wife duplicate her moves. Ian was gripping the sofa and moaning as the two women traded positions and gave him a double treat. 

I was curious about my wife's condition, so I moved behind Diane and lifted her skirt up over her rear, exposing her thin panties. My suspicions were confirmed when my fingers touched the wet spot between her legs.

"Stop, stop," Ian cried after three or four minutes. He, too, wanted to save himself for additional fun. 

Marge and Diane laughed and rose up to hug each other. Marge turned my wife's head and kissed her full on the lips. "I got a taste of cum, did you?" she asked Diane.

"I think so, and it was on your tongue for sure."

Walt had his cock out and Linda was slowly stroking him. "Don't leave my hubby out," Linda ordered. "I know he's ready for some TLC from you two."

"Come over to the couch," Marge replied. "We can make you a happy man, can't we, Diane?"

Ian moved next to Linda to make room for Walt on the couch. I watched and stroked my own cock as Marge and Diane gave Walt the same oral pleasure that Ian had just enjoyed. Walt wasn't so lucky, he couldn't hold back and, within the first minute or so, he squirted a jet of thick cum onto their faces. Marge moved quickest and swallowed Walt's small cock, capturing the balance in her mouth. 

"Wow, that was a lot of sauce," she said after she swallowed Walt's load. "You must have been saving up for a few days."

Walt looked crestfallen. "Damn, that was too quick. I'm going to need a lot of help later on."

We all laughed at Walt's comment. "I'm sure that can be arranged," I reassured my neighbor.

"I feel so left out," Juanita exclaimed to everyone's surprise. 

Bob went to his pouting wife, kissed her and gave her a tight hug. "It's your turn now, honey," he stated firmly. "You can be the center of attention...if you are ready. Do you want that?"

Juanita looked down at her feet; then she raised her head. "Yes, I'd like that," she murmured.

Gently, her husband pulled her from her chair and positioned her in the center of the room. Juanita stood with her arms dangling at her sides. Bob began to unbutton her dress and kiss her bare skin as he exposed more and more of his wife. We all sat silently, observing their show.

Juanita's dress fell to the carpet and she raised her feet to allow her husband to toss it away. She stood in her small, pushup bra and tiny black panties. Bob turned her so she was facing us and carefully unsnapped her bra, revealing her small conical boobs. Before she could react or become embarrassed by her tiny tits, he tucked his thumbs into her panties and quickly pulled them down, displaying her baby-smooth mound.

I saw Juanita shudder slightly as she stood fully exposed to our collective view. Bob pulled a black blindfold mask from his pocket and placed it over his wife's eyes. The blindfold and her wedding rings were the only items she wore.

"With your permission, Marge, I am going to conduct Juanita to your bedroom and place her in the middle of your bed. There, she will remain blindfolded as the men, and any woman who might be so inclined, will take turns giving my wife pleasure. This will fulfill one of Juanita's confessed fantasies, so feel free to enjoy her in any way you choose. I will wait out here and determine the random order."

Needless to say, we were all rather surprised by Bob's revelations. I could tell that three men were more than willing to do their part. I wondered if any of the wives would take a turn. In particular, I wondered if Diane would want to try another woman. The thought made my cock throb, I must admit.

**

The three men, other than Juanita's husband, Bob, drew cards to establish the 'pecker order,' as Bob indelicately put it. "As the spouse, I elect to go last," he said with a chuckle. 

Then he turned to the ladies. "Would any of you like to participate? Juanita won't know for sure who is with her."

"I'd like a card," Marge said quietly. "This should be a lot of fun."

I was mildly disappointed when Diane and Linda remained silent.

Walt drew the high card and left us to walk down the long hall to the master suite.

"Aren't you wondering what is happening?" Linda asked Bob.

Bob nodded. "Yes, I'm dying to sneak down the there and take a peek, but I promised Juanita that I wouldn't spy on her. I think she is still to shy to allow me one of my own fantasies. Maybe at some later time..." he trailed off.

Marge turned to Linda. "What about you, Linda? Did you make any promises to Walt about not peeking?"

"No, I didn't promise him anything. I did agree that I would participate in whatever took place. Gary already knows that I've seen him diddling another woman. He's a horny devil, but I love him dearly. His addiction to sex does keep our life rather lively and fun."

I saw my wife, Diane, grow crimson when Linda mentioned diddling. She knew exactly to whom she was referring, as did I.

Diane finally spoke up. "Well, Linda, if you didn't promise not to peek, you could go take a quick look, couldn't you?"

Linda's face broke into a grin. "Yeah, I could...and so could you, Diane. Let's go take a quiet peek right quick. We can come back and tell Bob if Walt is doing anything. Okay?"

"Can we, Bob?" Diane asked. "That wouldn't break your promise would it?"




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"I guess not," Bob replied. "It's okay if you want to."

Linda took Diane by the hand and the pair slowly crept down the hall and out of sight. A few minutes later, they returned to the living room, smiling like two cats that ate a canary.

"Well, Bob, your wife is getting her wish," Linda stated. "The door was open a crack, so we didn't have to make any noise. Juanita's on the bed on her hands and knees and Walt's right behind her with his naked butt facing the door. We couldn't tell if he was doing her big hole or her little hole, but she was moaning like it was feeling very good."

Diane followed. "I'm guessing Walt was having some anal fun with your wife. Have you done that with Juanita?"

"We've tried it a couple of times," Bob answered, "but I'm too thick. Juanita says it hurts too much, so we've never really been able to do it. Walt should have better success. I hope so for her sake."

Ian joined the discussion. "I'll be able to confirm or deny your guess, Diane. I had the second highest card, so I can tell if Walt left a deposit in Juanita's pussy."

"Either way, it should be a tasty treat for me," Marge told her husband. "There's nothing like the taste of lovemaking."

Diane was a bit taken aback by Marge's brazen comment. "I take it you've had previous experience with other gals, Marge, right?"

"A few, as Ian can attest. "He's enjoyed the encounters right along with me. We both like the taste of love nectar, don't we, honey?"

Ian smiled and nodded. "Yes, it certainly adds to the sensuality of an experience, I must say."

There was more discussion until Walt returned to the room carrying his clothes under his left arm. We all noticed that is small dick was limp, and the wide grin on his face said it all. He dropped his clothes at Linda's feet and sprawled next to her.

"Did you have fun?" Linda asked, halfway accusatory.

Walt put his arm around his wife and kissed her deeply. "Yes, as a matter of fact," he boldly stated. "Juanita's got the sweetest ass you can imagine. I think she liked what I had to offer too. But don't pout, baby, you're still my only gal...no offense, Bob."

"None taken. Now, I believe Ian is next up, right?"

We watched Ian stand and amble down the hall. He began shedding his clothes as he made his way to Juanita.

**

"Walt definitely did her ass," Ian announced as he returned carrying his clothes. His cock, buried in a nest of dark hair, also hung limply and glistened in the lamplight.

Marge moved to her husband and examined him closely. "You're still coated in cum, aren't you? Here, let me clean you off before you sit down."

Marge knelt, took Ian's cock into her mouth, and very deliberately sucked him until she was convinced that her husband's member was spic and span. By the time she finished, Ian was semi-erect and seemed well satisfied. 

"Did you leave something for me?" she asked Ian.

"Go find Juanita and see for yourself," he responded. 

Marge clapped her hands and grinned. She rose and hesitated for only a moment before deciding to shed her clothes there in front of us. Her small, firm breasts sported erect nipples and her form seemed to curve forward, accenting her taut tummy before it plunged down to her trimmed dark bush. 

I watched her bottom cheeks move and jiggle as she strode out of the room and down the hall. Marge was definitely a very sensuous and adventurous gal.

Linda and Diane were whispering and giggling. I correctly guessed that the two of them would be creeping down the hall again soon to observe Marge as she pleasured Juanita in ways only a woman could do.

A few minutes later, the gals returned. They went to Bob and sat on each side of him. I watched as they hugged on him and rubbed his legs. 

"Marge is between your wife's legs and she is making slurping sounds," Linda teased. "I think Juanita is really enjoying what Marge is doing, don't you, Diane?"

Diane squeezed Bob's arm tightly. "Yeah, Juanita's squirming all around on the bed and moaning like crazy. We couldn't see very much, but we sure heard her and she had her legs spread wider than you can imagine. It was really hot to peek in and watch them."

The two of them continued to tease poor Bob. Linda moved her hand up and rubbed his dick through his pants, which only made it harder for Bob to keep his composure. Finally, he got up and poured himself another drink. 

"I have to stay calm so that I can give Juanita her final experience," he said as he sipped his drink. "You gals need to wait until I'm done with my wife, then you can play all you want."

Marge reentered the living room, sporting a satisfied smile on her wet face. "You gals don't know what you're missing," she taunted as she took the seat between Linda and Diane that Bob had recently vacated. "Here, have a taste," she added as she turned my wife's face to hers and kissed her on the mouth.

My cock throbbed as I saw Diane's mouth open as Marge fed her tongue between my wife's lips.

"Oh, my God, I could taste it," Diane exclaimed. "Damn, that is amazing."

Marge laughed, and then put her hand up Diane's dress. "Here, let me compare," she ordered as she obviously poked her fingers into my wife's damp canal.

"You are both very sweet," Marge judged as she licked her sticky fingers. "I'll bet Linda is too."

Before Linda could respond, Marge turned to her and repeated her invasion, again sucking some sticky liquid off her fingers.

"Mmm, also nice and sweet...just a little different, but yummy," she proclaimed to us.

The three gals sat together whispering and giggling. Walt and Ian were sitting nude, watching the girls while Bob and I sat across from each other, still clothed.

"Juanita is going to wonder where you are, Gary," he said. "Are you ready?"

I nodded and stood, revealing the hard cock in the crotch of my slacks. I heard the gals laughing at my discomfort as I walked down the hall.

I quietly entered the bedroom and my gaze fell on Juanita. She was lying on the bed on her tummy, her legs akimbo, displaying her hairless and already well-fucked holes. I slowly undressed and stroked my stiff prick as I took in her slender form. As I approached the bed, I could hear her nervous breathing. Her rear and back were rising and falling with each deep breath. My fingers lightly traced up and down her right leg and she moaned low in her throat. The lips of her pussy were red and wet. It was difficult to tell whether it was Ian's cum or Marge's ministrations that had caused the dampness.

"Is that you, Gary?" she murmured. "Are you next?"

I didn't respond to her question directly. Instead, I inserted my finger in her warm pussy and curled it down to find her G spot. It felt like a spongy bean and I gently massaged it wordlessly. She groaned and her puckered rear bud pulsed invitingly. Removing my finger, I spread her cheeks and touched my tongue tip to her tight rear. Juanita emitted a shrill squeak and lifted her hips off the cum-spotted bed as an orgasm coursed through her. My cock throbbed at the thought that I had given Juanita a climax using nothing but my tongue tip.

Once she came back to planet Earth, I slipped between her outstretched legs and rubbed the head of my cock along her wet slit. "Where do you want it?" I whispered.

"I know it's you, Gary. You are so gentle and nice. Please fuck me now. Fuck my little cunt," she begged.

Raising her hips, I got her on her knees and traced a path up and down her slick lips. Surprisingly, she was still tight for my sloppy seconds. The head moved inside, and then I slowly fed the rest of my hard cock into her warm channel. I waited for a few moments and she used her muscles to squeeze around me. It was heavenly when I began to move within her. By my calculations, she should have been rather loose because Bob was so much thicker than the rest of us. My hands roamed forward and I toyed with her small cones. Her response was instantaneous. Her nipples hardened and she gasped loudly.

I could slide easily due to the combination of Juanita's natural lubrication and Ian's previous deposit. My balls slapped against her mound as we began a regular rhythm. 

"Oh yes, yes," Juanita moaned into her pillow. "Feels so good, so good."

Juanita began to rotate her hips as I fucked her and I knew that I wouldn't last much longer. "Cum with me," I pleaded, accelerating my pace and hearing the sexy squishing sounds of our coupling.

As the pressure in my balls increased, I pressed my thumb into her rear and felt her jerk with gleeful surprise. Juanita's body began to shudder and I rammed my cock in to the hilt as pent-up jets blasted her clinging cunt. 

I collapsed over her and continued to play with her little nipples as we each caught our breath. I am sure she could feel me begin to shrink inside and I eventually slipped out. Juanita rolled over onto her back. She had a smile on her face as she lay sprawled before me. I decided to make a request.

"Suck my cock now, Juanita?" It was the first words I had uttered since entering the bedroom.

"Uh huh," she replied, licking her dry lips.

I moved up farther on the bed and her hand touched me, searching for my limp dick. She found my chest and worked her way down my belly until she encountered her target. 

"Lay back and let me return the pleasure you just gave me," she stated.

I did as she asked and the next thing I felt was her teasing my cock with her tongue. Soon, she had my entire length in her mouth. She was sucking gently while she fondled my shrunken balls with her slim fingers.

"There, you're nice and clean again," she whispered as my cock popped out of her mouth a few minutes later. "I liked tasting all of that, thanks, Gary," she added.

"I'm going to leave and let Bob have his turn now," I whispered. "He's been aching to come back here and see how you are doing. I hope you have enjoyed your fantasy come true."

"Yes, tell Bob I am anxious for him to come to me. He's been so understanding and all..." she trailed off.

Following Walt and Ian's example, I picked up my clothes and carried them under my arm back to the living room. I was surprised to find that I had been with Juanita for almost 45 minutes!

"Well, Bob, your lovely wife is anxiously awaiting you. When I left, she was still wearing her blindfold, but she seemed to know it was me, I'll have to admit."

Bob stood and looked around the room. "Am I the last? Everybody done? Linda? Diane?"

"Can we just watch?" Linda asked quietly. "We won't get in the way or anything."

I waited to see what Bob would say. He looked a little bewildered, yet very aroused.

"If you promise not to say anything, or let Juanita know you are near, I don't mind," Bob replied finally. "Give me a few minutes first, okay?"

Linda nodded her assent and Bob quickly left for the bedroom.

"I want to see if Juanita can really take all of that," Linda said after Bob left. "He's huge, and she's so petite and slender. I can't imagine how she could do it."

Marge spoke up. "She's very limber. I think we could all accommodate Bob and maybe even bigger men, that is, if we are turned on enough. I would love to try, anyhow."

We all laughed at Marge's comment. Ian chuckled and said he was sure Marge could do it and probably would if Bob had anything left after Juanita finished.

Walt piped up, then. "Why should we let Bob and Juanita have all the fun?" he asked. "We've got this big room and most of us are already naked. Let's do some experimenting of our own. What do you all say?"

"Always looking to get into another gals pants, aren't you?" Linda scolded her husband.

"Don't be so hard on him, Linda," Ian responded. "I was having similar thoughts as Bob was leaving us. I'll be happy to share Marge with either of you, just as long as I can have the same privilege."

"Right here? Together?" Diane gasped. "I don't know about that, Ian."

"I'd love to see that," I quickly replied. "Maybe Ian or Walt would be willing to show me how you look while doing a different man."

Diane looked at me as if I was crazy. "You're really weird, you know that?"

"I've seen Marge with other men," Ian volunteered. "It's quite an exciting thing for both to experience, believe me."

"I think it would be embarrassing," Diane persisted, "don't you, Linda?"

Linda eyed me. "Well, your husband sounds like he is keen to watch you, Diane. Who would be embarrassed, you or Gary?"

"Well, I would think he would be, just sitting there watching another man play with me," Diane offered.

"Who said he would just be sitting there?" Marge countered. "I wouldn't mind taking Gary's mind off of his 'embarrassment.'

"Maybe I could convince Ian to help me avoid embarrassment, too," Linda added with a chuckle. "Have we accidently chosen our new partners for the next round?"

My wife glanced around the room and found no support for her position. She sighed and shrugged her shoulders. "Well, Walt has already seen me and, I understand, has even done some uninvited exploration. In fact, we've all been naked together before, so I guess it might not be such a big deal after all."

I saw Walt eying Diane and stroking his small dick in anticipation. Linda was checking Ian out and I felt Marge's warm breath on my neck. 

"Why don't you help Walt out, Diane," I suggested to my wife. 

She looked at me, shrugged again and scooted across the floor to Walt's end of the sofa. "Here, let me," she mumbled as she replaced his hand and slowly began to stroke him to full erection. 

After that, things became a bit of a blur. Marge took me into her mouth and began to lick and suck me as I watched Diane do the same to Walt, just a few feet away. Ian moved to Linda and began to undress her. Soon, his face was between Linda's legs and he was avidly licking her as she pressed his head into her love nest. 

Marge straddled my hard cock, facing me, her firm cones inches from my mouth. She partially obstructed my view of Diane, but I managed to tilt my head far enough to watch as my wife mounted Walt in a similar manner and quickly settled herself onto his manhood. Marge grasped my throbbing member and began to slide it up and over her clitoris...then down along her wet slit. Moments later, she slipped my cock into her sticky passage and moaned deep in her throat.

"I just knew you would feel wonderful," Marge muttered as she used her vaginal muscles to grip my thickness and move slowly against me. 

I was enjoying Marge, but my mind kept slipping back to the vision of my lovely wife, now impaled on my neighbor's thin prick. Walt was trying to capture one of her tits in him mouth, but Diane was moving furiously up and down, making his effort almost comical. Minutes later, Diane moaned...a sure sign that she was about to have an orgasm. 

"Oh yes, yes," I heard her exclaim. "Give it all to me, all the way."

As Diane slowed, Walt whispered something to her. Then, my wife rose up and Walt used his hand to guide his thin dick to my wife's rear. Was he going to attempt anal penetration?

The answer soon became obvious. As I watched over Marge's shoulder, Walt skewered my wife's butt and she slowly sat back down on him. Walt leaned back and Diane fell forward, clearly showing me that she was fully impaled. 

"You're so tight," Walt exclaimed. "I won't last long like this," he added, gasping.

Marge heard him and glanced back to see what I was watching. "Want to do my ass like that?" she asked.

"Uh huh," I grunted in reply. 

Marge rose, grabbed my slippery cock with her hand, and quickly found the magic spot. I was surprised at how easily I slipped up her rear. The new feeling almost made me squirt immediately, but I gripped the base of my cock and managed to hold off as she gave me time to adjust.

"That's it, honey. We'll take our time so we can enjoy it for a while longer," Marge cooed.

Her ploy worked well until Walt groaned. "I'm gonna cum," he squealed as Diane sat firmly down on him. I watched as Walt's hips bucked and my wife fell forward, hugging him tight while sticky liquid began to flow out of my wife's bottom. I felt my balls contract and before I could squeeze my fingers around my cock, I shot jets of semen into Marge's rear. 

"Oh, yeah, sweetie," Marge gasped as she felt the additional warmth fill her. "Feels so good, so good."

I fell back, exhausted against my chair. I looked down and watched as Linda wrapped her legs around Ian and began to pant. Ian was pounding Walt's wife hard and fast. 

"Fuck me, Ian, fuck me good with your hot cock," Linda urged. 

Was this my normally sedate next-door neighbor begging another neighbor to plow her with his thick Scandinavian root? Was this the coy neighbor lady who watched her husband finger my drunken wife and later kiss me temptingly? Obviously, the eight of us had crossed over to a new set of relationships this night. 

Marge stood and made her way to the bathroom. Diane dismounted from Walt and was now sprawled nude on the living room carpet. Walt and I stumbled down the hall to the master bath to clean up, while Linda and Ian remained inert in each other's arms on the floor.

The door to the master bedroom was open. Walt and I walked past the sleeping Bob and Juanita and closed the bathroom door. 

"Here's a wash cloth," Walt rasped as he turned on the faucets. I retrieved the jug of liquid soap and wet my cloth.

I caught Walt watching me in the mirror. His sheepish look told me he was a little uncomfortable now that he'd finally fucked my pretty wife.

"Well, Walt, how was she? Was Diane as good a fuck as you thought she would be?"

Walt blanched. "Oh, man, I'm sorry. Things just sort of got out of control. You know...you were there, even egging everybody on, right?"

"Hey, no problem, Walt," I assured my neighbor. "I watched the whole thing and it got me unbelievably aroused. Marge didn't help matters either," I quipped.

Walt seemed relieved. "No hard feelings, then?"

I stuck out my damp hand. "No hard feelings," I repeated. "But, Walt, you owe me one now. I want to see just how similar our two ladies are in bed. They look a lot alike, but maybe they feel different."

Walt shook my hand. "That'll be up to Linda, but I don't have any problems with it. I'll say this; I think Diane is tighter than Linda is. Of course, you are somewhat bigger than me, so you might fit Linda a lot better."

Hanging up my towel, I turned to Walt. "I'm sure we'll find the answer to that in the very near future," I replied with a wide smile. 

Bob and Juanita were awake when we went back into the bedroom. The four of us returned to the others and noticed that they were dressing. I found my clothes and began to slip into my slacks as I watched my wife put her dress over her head.

"It's very late, and we've all had more than enough to drink. Bob, why don't you and Juanita stay the night? We have an empty guest room and you are welcome to stay."

Marge stepped between the couple. "Yes, that's a great idea. Bob, you and I will take the guest room so Juanita and Ian can have the big bed, okay?"

"Sounds reasonable," Juanita accepted before Bob could gather his wits. "That way, we don't have to dress and risk a DUI going home."

To me, that was our cue that the party was officially adjourned. Diane and I, along with Walt and Linda, made our way across the street.

"What's your pleasure, honey?" Walt asked Linda tentatively. "Want to go home with me, or would you rather go to Gary's for the night?"

Linda turned to Diane. "I knew this was bound to be the question. I'm okay either way. What would you prefer, Diane?"

My heartbeat stopped momentarily as I awaited my wife's response.

Diane glanced at each of us in the light of our street lamp. "I want to be with Gary tonight," she replied firmly. "We can talk about the other arrangement tomorrow."




Friends and Neighbors



Linda and Walt quickly agreed. "I'll call you tomorrow," Linda affirmed. "We can talk again, like before," she added as my wife nodded her agreement.

"We need a shower," Diane stated as we got to our room. "Let's wash each other, then I want you to take me to our bed and fuck me like you really mean it," she ordered. 

"I love you, Diane," I murmured in her ear as I helped her out of her dress.

**

Diane and I slept in the next morning. She was still sound asleep when I finally rolled out of bed and donned a pair of gray sweats, an old T shirt, and my flip flops. I started the coffee pot, and then went out front to retrieve the paper. I'd polished off half of the coffee and a muffin while half-heartedly scanning the paper when Diane finally joined me.

"I've got a headache, and my butt is sore," she mumbled as she poured herself a cup. "What a night we had, huh?"

I looked at my wife's tousled hair and smeared makeup that she'd failed to remove after we finished playing. Wearing one of my extra large T-shirts and nothing else, she never looked sexier to me. "Yeah, a memorable evening for sure. You look ravishing, by the way."

"You mean ravished, I think," Diane countered. "Do you still really love me in the morning after what all we did?"

"Like I said, you're ravishing even with sleep in your eyes," I reassured her. "All that sex has boosted my energy level. I think that I'll take care of some of my 'to do' list this morning. I bought a new hose for the washer and a vent hose for the dryer yesterday. I can replace them both this morning."

Diane looked at me as if I was crazy. "I can barely move, and you are anxious to do chores! All that sex must have different effects on men than on us women," she chuckled. "I think I'm going to need a nap this afternoon."

"How was Walt?" I asked cautiously. 

Diane studied me for a few moments. "He was okay, I guess. It was kind of exciting, doing it with somebody else, and he managed to get it in my rear. It went right in, but I can sure feel the effects this morning. I don't think I like anal very much."

I laughed as my wife squirmed in her chair, recalling the previous evening's activities. It was quite arousing to watch my sweet wife riding my neighbor, with his slim member sliding up her butt. I recalled how much I shot into Marge when I saw Walt's cum oozing from Diane's rear orifice.

"Marge sure seemed to enjoy your attentions," Diane said softly. "Is she better than me?"

"Don't be silly, honey," I replied seriously. "With the others, it's only sex. With you, it's lovemaking. Wouldn't you agree?"

"I guess so, I guess you're right about that," she responded brightly. "I didn't feel anything but momentary lust with Walt. Love or wanting to be with his never entered my mind. I wasn't even jealous of Marge. Were you jealous of Walt?"

I hesitated a moment. I did feel my stomach do flips when my wife straddled my naked neighbor and succumbed to the enjoyment of his stiff prick. Almost as soon as I had that feeling, that other feeling of complete fascination took over and I couldn't take my eyes off of the lustful scene before me. My own cock throbbed and I knew what Walt must have been feeling at that moment.

"I'll admit that it felt funny for a few seconds, but then, I really enjoyed seeing you giving and receiving such pleasure. It formed a rather beautiful picture that I will remember."

"Yeah, me too, I think," Diane seconded. "You describe it very well. I wonder how Marge did with Bob? I think she was anxious to try out his oversized equipment, you know."

"You sound a bit curious too," I joked. "I caught you looking at his long, thick stick more than once."

Diane laughed and shook her head. "I've been caught in the act. I must confess that he looks intriguing. I don't see how little Juanita manages to handle him."

"I'm sure you'll have your chance at some point. Just make sure that I'm around to watch when you attempt it," I replied, wagging a finger at her.

I was in the basement, fighting with the business end of the new washer hose when our telephone rang. I could hear Diane talking and I was pretty sure that it was Linda. Curiosity got the best of me and I crept back up the stairs and opened the door a crack so I could hear Diane. She laughingly told Linda that she was sore and tired. After a few more ribald comments back and forth, I heard Diane invite Linda to come over for coffee and a chat. Minutes later, Linda opened our den door and Diane greeted her. 

"Where's Gary?" Linda asked.

"He's down in the basement fixing the washer and dryer," Diane replied. "We can talk. He'll be down there for a while, I'm sure."

Linda must have nodded. "Great! Now, Diane, about last night, I hope you and Gary are okay with everything. I don't want anything to spoil our friendship."

"We're okay," my wife said. "Gary actually enjoyed seeing me with Walt. He likes to watch me give and receive pleasure. He told me so. I just hope you aren't mad that I let Walt do me."

Linda giggled. "I knew he would if he got the chance, even before we got to Marge's party. I would rather him be with you, with me there to see, than for him to fuck some strange bimbo at some motel. Walt's a sex addict, but I think that is better than a man who pays no attention."

"Gary's that way too, I think. I know he enjoyed playing with Marge, but he's already told Walt that Walt owes him one. That means you, Linda."

Linda laughed. "Frankly, I'm looking forward to it. Does that shock you?"

"Not really. It is just a matter of where and when, I think. I just hope that he and you will plan it so that I can be around to supervise," Diane responded.

"That's a promise," Linda assured. "Maybe Gary would even like to play with both of us. I've often thought that would be a fun new experience."

Diane was quiet for a few moments. "Do you really mean it, Linda? Would you want to share Gary with me like that? How would it work?"

I felt my cock begin to rise in my sweatpants. My wife and my neighbor were planning how they would share me between them.

"I've never done it, so I'm not sure," Linda began, "but maybe we could take turns kissing him and touching him. Then, we could both pull down his pants and play with him and get him hard."

Diane took up the plan. "He would get hard fast if you did a strip tease and let him touch you," she volunteered. "You could let him feel your boobs while I suck on him."

"I'll get naked and let him feel me, and then we can both suck him till he's really hard," Linda countered.

"How can we both suck him?" Diane asked.

Linda laughed. "We can take turns, silly. "I'll lick his balls while you suck, then we'll switch."

"Oh yeah, that would work," my wife stated. "Once we get him up, who would go first?"

"We'll let him choose, how's that?" Linda said. "If he chooses you, I'll straddle his face and get him to eat my pussy. That way, we can get pleasure and see each other at the same time."

"And, if he chooses you," Diane replied, "I'll get on his face while you ride his hard pole."

Linda took up the plan. "We can change places before he squirts so that we both get to enjoy ourselves, in case he goes limp after the first time. Does Gary recover fast?"

My wife chuckled. "Well, it might take him fifteen or twenty minutes, but if both of work on him, I'm sure he'll be good for at least two rounds."

My ears were burning and my hand was inside my sweats as I listened from the basement steps. It sounded like Linda was influenced by Marge's escapade with Juanita the night before. "Linda may be a little bi curious. Would she also make a move to explore Diane?" I thought to myself. Another question was when their mutual seduction would take place, and whether or not Walt would be there to watch their action.

"Let's wait for a few days, so Gary will be loaded and ready," Linda suggested. "We need to be sure he's up for the event," she added with a laugh.

Diane seemed to be going along with Linda's plan now. "All right, let's plan on Thursday after work. I won't be available to Gary until then. Do you think Walt would want to come over too?"

"Thursday would be perfect. Walt's leaving Wednesday for a couple of days and won't be back until Friday night. We will have Gary all to ourselves."

"Perfect," my wife agreed. "We can take our time and after that, Walt won't owe Gary anything. It will be the other way around."

As the two women giggled and Linda left our den, I managed to creep back down the stairs without making a sound, Diane and Linda's plot burning in my brain. I rearranged my still stiff dick in my sweatpants and tried to concentrate on finishing installation of the dryer hose. It was going to be a long four days for me.

** 

It was Thursday, mid-afternoon, when Diane called me at work. She wanted to know when I would be home. I was sure that she was nervous and excited by the tone of her voice. I decided to have a little fun at her expense.

"I may have to work late, honey," I told her dejectedly. "I'm working on a big proposal and it has to get done this week. Don't hold dinner for me."

I could hear the desperation in my wife's voice. "Oh, no, surely it can wait until Friday, can't it? I mean, you are working way too hard recently."

"Nothing happens on Thursday night. It will be a perfect time to get caught up, don't you think?"

"If you say so," Diane replied half-heartedly. "Frankly, I was hoping you would be able to leave early."

I laughed, knowing that she and Linda had carefully laid plans for me. "Okay, let's compromise," I suggested. I'll only stay an hour later than normal, if you will promise that we'll take time out for a long love session on Saturday. I'm getting kind of horny."

"It's a deal," Diane quickly accepted. "Hurry home, baby."

"That should convince her that I have no idea what awaits me when I arrive home this evening," I smiled to myself. "The extra hour of suspense should sharpen both Diane's and Linda's appetite for sex."

I arrived home and strolled through the door from the garage to find my wife and Linda sitting on the couch behind a half-empty bottle of white wine. Instead of T-shirts and baggy shorts, both women wore short skirts, tight, stretchy tops, and heels. I felt like a side of hung meat as they both smiled keenly up at me.

"Well, this is a nice surprise," I lied. "Two beautiful ladies to welcome me home. Where is Walt?"

Linda quickly answered, "He's traveling for a few days. I've been home all alone, so Diane invited me to come over."

"Welcome, lonely lady," I responded. "Where is my wine glass?"

I sat in my easy chair and sipped wine with the two women. We polished off the first bottle, so I opened another good white, and then I poured healthy portions into each of their glasses before sitting down on the couch between them. I figured it might help if I made myself more available for their planned seduction.

Linda finally opened with a pointed question. "Gary, if you don't my asking, how did it feel to watch your wife with my husband the other night? If it makes you uncomfortable, don't answer."

I thought for a few moments, drawing out the suspense as much as possible. "No, it's all right, Linda. I don't mind answering you. First, my gut did flip-flops and it was a little scary, I have to admit. Almost at the same time, I became quite aroused. It was a mixture of emotions that I've not experienced before. I knew that Diane was in control and that it was what she wanted. I found myself wanting it too. Actually, seeing it happen was incredible. I could almost experience the pleasure that I knew Walt and Diane were feeling. Isn't that crazy?"

"No, not at all," Linda replied. "I'm so glad that it was a positive experience for you."

Diane smiled and spoke up. "Perhaps, the fact that Marge was sliding on Gary's shaft at the time helped him appreciate the situation."

"Sure, I enjoyed what Marge did, but frankly, I couldn't keep my eyes off of you. And, seeing you take Walt in your rear was one of the hottest things I've ever witnessed."

Diane chuckled. "Yeah, I was sore for several days. I'm glad he wasn't so big that he really hurt me. Does Walt do anal with you, Linda?"

Linda nodded. "Not all the time, but we do it every so often to add a little extra spice," she confirmed. "Like you said, he's kind of small, so it's pretty easy."

I poured more wine and sipped mine slowly. "Marge took me there very easily. I guess she and Ian have done it all many times. They're a very open couple. By the way, Linda, how was Ian?"

"He was all right, but he's a little too rough for me. He can last a pretty long time, and he really pounds it hard. It was a big change, but I wouldn't want him as a regular partner."

Diane listened to our exchange, sipped her wine, then she spoke. "Whom would you prefer, other than Walt of course, as another partner?"

A leading question if I'd ever heard one!

Linda let a slow grin start. "Well, I've eliminated Ian and I haven't yet had the pleasure with Bob or Gary, so I can't really say for certain. I will need more time to decide," she added coyly.

"Well, Walt owes me one," I reminded. "He also owes Bob a shot, come to think of it. He's put you in a real pickle," I added with a chuckle.

Diane picked up on my comment. "Perhaps, Linda can repay one of Walt's debts tonight. You're here, she's here, and we have plenty of time," my wife suggested as if it was a new thought.

"Would you be okay with a little hanky panky, Diane?" Linda asked. "Would you like to watch Gary get frisky with me?"

"I'd sure want to be there to see," Diane confirmed. "I've already seen him fuck Marge, so what's one more encounter? Maybe we could take turns and see if my husband has the stamina to keep up with two of us," my wife added with a wide grin. 

I felt Linda's hand slide up my leg and sat back as her fingers traced my erect dick through my slacks. Diane, meanwhile, snaked her arm around my neck and kissed my cheek. Four hands fondling you can be quite a different sensation.

Linda unzipped my pants and tugged at my belt. "Let's get you more comfortable. I want to see your nice thick cock again," she cooed.

Diane removed my shoes and socks, and the two women pulled down my pants. Diane worked on the buttons of my shirt while Linda slipped my briefs down and tossed them onto my pants. I felt her fingers close around my now-stiff dick. Her lips touched the head and her tongue toyed with the opening.

"Mmm, he tastes good," Linda told my wife. "Can I suck your husband's cock?"

"You may," Diane replied formally. "I want to watch you suck Gary's hard cock."

"Wait!" I struggled to state. "You're both dressed and you've stripped me naked. I want to see you both nude before we go any farther."

Diane shrugged. "Fair enough."

My wife stood, kicked off her heels, and quickly shed her little dress and pulled her tight top over her head. 

"Here, Linda," let me help you off with your top," she said as Linda took off her dress and brief silk panties.

I watched as my pretty wife pulled Linda's top over her head, freeing her braless tits. 

"Thanks honey," Linda said and she leaned over to hug my wife and kiss her full on the lips.

"Uh, you're welcome," Diane mumbled, a bit confused.

"Here, help me with him," Linda ordered as she slid down to cup my balls and lick my stiff shaft.

Diane moved down too. Soon the two women were taking turns licking and sucking on my manhood. I noticed that several times their tongues would collide and they would kiss each other over and around my throbbing prick. Linda bent and put my balls into her mouth while Diane sucked on my cock's helmet. The feeling was indescribable.

"We need more room," Linda gasped. "Let's go up to the bedroom."

In a minute or so, my nude body was sprawled in the middle of our big bed. "Who's first?" I asked.

"Let me warm him up for you," Diane suggested and Linda nodded her agreement.

My wife gripped my manhood and rubbed it on her slit briefly before sliding it into her wet love channel. I felt her weight on me as my full length filled her. It was a bit of a surprise when Linda straddled my head. I looked up to see her open labia about two inches above my mouth. I reached for Linda's hips and pulled her gaping sex onto my lips. She was wet and sticky with female nectar and I licked her as she leaned forward to meet Diane's arms. I could hear them kissing as Diane rode my dick and Linda used my mouth and tongue to her advantage.

I was enjoying my first threesome when Diane told Linda that they should change places. I got a good look at two women with flushed faces as they struggled to move around. Linda's pink nipples were erect and sticking out prominently as Diane took me in her hand and guided me into Linda's gaping snatch. I was able to watch my neighbor ride my prick for a minute or so before my wife took her place above my face and allowed me to eat her. 

"Give me your tongue," Linda panted.

I heard her request and I could visualize my neighbor sucking voraciously on my wife's tongue. The visage prompted me to spread Diane's cheeks wide and circle her puckered rear with my own tongue tip. Diane's response was immediate. The combination created spasms as my wife covered my face in her sweet orgasmic nectar and ground her pussy into my mouth. She stopped my breath for a moment and I had to raise her bottom so that I could continue to devour her warm liquid.

"Oh God, oh yes, yes," Diane groaned as her climax continued. "Touch me there, I'm cumming so hard," she begged Linda. "So good...so damn good."

I felt Linda's fingers feverishly working on my wife's clitoris as I lapped up as much juice as possible, trying to keep my wife in ecstasy just a few seconds longer.

"Ahh, so nice," Diane moaned as her spasms abated.

I could feel my wife relax as her mega-orgasm finally washed over her and into her memory. Meanwhile, Linda returned to milking my cock with her swollen vaginal muscles. Even in rapture, she was not as tight as Diane was, and I marveled at the difference. Within a minute, Linda sat down solidly on me and began to shudder. 

"Oh yes, fuck me Gary. Fuck me with your thick cock. Feels so good with you inside me," she croaked as she rubbed back and forth against me, trapping my balls and covering me with her sticky love juice. 

The combination of sensations I just felt and witnessed overcame my ability to hold back. I felt my balls tighten, and then my dick began to throb. Linda felt it too.

"Yeah, baby, give me your cum. Squirt your cum into my hot pussy. Let me feel you cum in me."

Her urging was all it took. I unloaded deep within my neighbor and jet after jet painted her walls with a thick coating. I was groaning and gasping as I spent myself freely.

Diane rolled off of my face and lay with her feet up near my head. Linda continued her rolling motion on my cock until she felt the stiffness depart. Linda leaned forward, looked me in the eye and planted a deep kiss on my lips before rolling to my other side, her head next to mine.

"That was extra yummy," Linda cooed contentedly. "I feel so full now, and fulfilled. You were amazing."

I rolled my head to look at my neighbor and smiled. "Thanks for the compliment. You surprised me with your ardor too. I would never have guessed that you could make me cum so hard."

Turning the other direction, I looked down my wife's nude body and she rose up on one elbow to gaze into my eyes.

"Walt doesn't owe you anymore, honey," she grinned. Her lipstick was smeared and her breasts showed signs of having been roughly fondled.

"Are you okay?" I asked Diane. "Is everything still good with you?"

"Better than good," my wife replied. "I didn't know that Linda and I were going to get so...intimate, but it was pretty incredible. Are you okay with what happened, Gary?"




Friends & Neighbors



Jim's mom was always the nicest person in the neighborhood. His dad was another person all together. I don't think I ever saw him without a scowl on this face and he was very quiet until late at night when my mom and I could hear him yelling at Jim's mom, Lucy. They lived next door and their bedroom window faced mine. I knew he also hit her once in a while but I didn't know how bad it really was until Jim and I went on a week's fishing trip up to the High Sierra's, Peppermint Creek. It was our favorite getaway as two kids who were now 18 and out of high school enjoying the freedom of getting away on our own, sneaking a few beers and some Jim Beam and swapping stories about all cute girls we wanted to screw. Yeah, I could share personal thoughts with Jim I couldn't talk about with my mom. And since my dad died, Jim and I even became closer. When you add the fact that us two guys who were both very shy, nerdy, and both still virgins who couldn't wait to get laid but just never really got the chance; so we shared fantasies...especially when we went camping and fishing. Camping, fishing, getting high in the Sierras, and jacking off to thoughts of fucking many woman while in our sleeping bags was a real release (in more than one way) from the world frustrations. We even mutually jacked each other but that was a far as we went because we liked girls and were totally straight. We jacked each other off so we could dream it was a hand from one of our imagined women doing the action. Shit we came to girls we knew, didn't know, movie actresses and any other good looking babe we could conjure up. It was great!

Late one night in our tent after a mutual jacking off while thinking about a couple of big titted cheer leaders in our high school, Jim told me his dad was picking on his mom more now than in the past due to losing his job and drinking too much. He wanted his dad to go away because he never was a good father like the one I had before my dad died. He also told me his mom had enough money from her inheritance and was the one who owned the home they lived in because it was bought by her parents before they passed away. He admitted if only his dad would just leave, things would be a lot better for he and his mom.

When I got back from the trip I told my mom what Jim had told me about his mom Lucy getting beat up and his dad drinking. It was then I learned Lucy and mom were a lot closer than I had ever known and she knew all about it. Seems Lucy was getting beat up every time she tried to withhold sex from Jim's dad. He literally would beat her into submission. She also told me while Jim and I were gone our out trip she got beat up so bad the cops came and took Jim's dad away and she was never going to let him back in the house and seek a divorce. Wow, a lot happened in only that one week. Haha...but not as much as was about to happen when I tell you the rest of the story.

I felt bad for her and Jim but knew they would be a lot better off now he was gone. And Jim for sure, would be a lot happier with the son of a bitch out of the home. A couple of days later I had just gotten out of the shower when I saw Jim's mom peeking in my bathroom window. I was standing naked in front of my mirror and could only see just a bit of the outline of her face but it was enough to know it was her watching in the dark. Realizing she was looking at me was a really big turn on. None of the girls in my high school seemed to show much of an interest in a nerd like me. And here was Jim's mom looking at my naked body from in the shadows outside my window. I pretended I didn't notice her...I wanted her to get a good look as my cock started to get really hard. I tuned just enough to show it off hoping it would turn her on as much as my knowing a grown woman was interested enough to risk getting caught peeking in my window.

I walked a couple of feet closer to the window so she could get a good look at my boner that had now risen to the point of poking up to the max. I switched off the bathroom light and got even a better look at Lucy. The street light behind her outlined her body and I could see she had one hand inside her blouse on one breast massaging her tit. I was mesmerized as I remained standing so she could get an eyeful of me from the dim light of my bedroom night lamp. Just enough illumination to let her still see my nakedness while I could see her as well as she could see me. It was minutes frozen in time as I touched my cock and began slowly stroking it to the view of her breast which she now had outside her bra and unbuttoned blouse.

After what seemed an eternity she whispered through the window; "Randolph...I...I'm sorry."

"Mrs. Peterson, don't be sorry...I really like your looking at me. No one ever...I mean no female ever seemed to take much of an interest. Look how hard your being here has made my...you know..." I couldn't get the word 'cock out' to Jim's mom but she sure did.

"Your cock Randolph...oh my God forgive me, but seeing you from my window get into the shower earlier and seeing the window open, I just had to see how you looked so I came here...and...well it's been a long time since I ever had a chance to admire a young man's body."

I was so turned on by her whispering through my window and seeing her exposed breast and hearing her call me a young man I almost came. I knew then I couldn't let such an opportunity pass so I took a deep breath, screwed up all the courage I could manage and said, "Mrs. Peterson, why don't you come in get a really good look."

She nodded her head and said, "I would like that very much Randolph".

I unlocked the sliding patio door to my room and slowly opened it enough for her to enter. It was a sticky squeaking door and I only hoped mom wouldn't hear it and get nosy. Mrs. Peterson came in and I took her in my arms and kissed her. She whimpered as our bodies pressed together with my hard dick poking into her stomach.

Not a word was spoken as I undressed her and began exploring her mature full figure. OMG! It was a revelation as I stripped her down to her panties and shoes. I had no idea how fantastic an older lady could look. She always wore such frumpy, baggy clothes I never noticed how nice her tits were. She had medium size titties with large, dark, protruding nipples that begged to be kissed. Shit...I always dreamed of sucking on a woman's titty so I lost no time in bending down and taking the first nipple into my mouth and sucking on it like a baby suckling his momma's titty. It was then I realized that I was nursing on Jim's mom's nipple...one he no doubt nursed on when he was a baby. The thought was so erotic I could feel a large drip of cum now being deposited on her stomach just above the top of her panties. My cum on a woman's skins...shit...it was fantastic.

She reached down and touched my cock so tenderly she made it twitch and jump. Without a word she dropped to her knees and put my cock in her mouth and began slowly sucking. It didn't take but a couple of seconds before I felt the familiar swelling in my balls about to erupt into a load of hot cum. I tried to pull out but she wouldn't let me. Her hand gripped my cock firm so as not to allow me to easily pull out. She mumbled; "go ahead baby...cum in momma's mouth."

With that I shot a huge load into her warm sucking mouth and grunted so loudly I worried mom would wonder what the hell was going on. I was right...she heard me and got out of bed to come to my door to ask if I was ok. Mrs. Peterson was trying to swallow my load and wipe some of the wet goo off her mouth as mom said; "Randy...are you all right."

I stepped back and knocked over the nightstand and lamp next to my bed which came crashing to the floor. The lamp cast an eerie light from the floor that illuminated Mrs. Peterson kneeling at my feet while holding my still rock hard cock as mom opened the door and said; "Jesus Christ Lucy, how long has this been going on behind my back. I can't believe you are fucking my son!"

So calm I couldn't believe it...Mrs. Peterson said, "Betty, I never screwed you son. This is the first time I ever touched him."

I was trying to put on my shorts with my cock bouncing all around with sloppy wet, left over cum dripping all around...including one big gob of cum still on Mrs. Peterson's face. As she put the palm of her hand on her chin and deftly slipped the last of it in her mouth mom sat on the side of my bed and said; "I think we better talk this out. Then turning to Mrs. Peterson she said; "I knew you had a thing for my son Randy but I never dreamed you would do anything about it."

By now Lucy had slipped her dress back on leaving her bra on the floor. Mom picked it up and said; "didn't you forget something Lucy?"

With that they both started laughing in a way I still don't quite understand. She gave mom a big hug and said; "Betty, I never intended to do anything except take a peek at him when he got out of the shower. But...he did catch me peeking tonight...and, well, one thing led to another and he invited me in for a better look...and well, I just couldn't resist putting such a big, hard, cock in my mouth."

"You are such a slut, Lucy." Mom looked at me and smiled saying; "Lucy has been dreaming about you for a long time honey. We shared a lot of confessions about her and you and me and Jimmy." Mom moved next to Lucy and kissed her cheek in a way that told me she and Mrs. Peterson were a lot closer than I ever knew.

Mom had a thing for my best friend and Lucy's son...and Lucy had the hots for me? Wow...I had no idea. Now a lot of thoughts were racing through my mind about how all of this would sound to Jim. Maybe he wouldn't have to know his mom gave me my first blowjob...maybe...but my thoughts were interrupted by mom.

"Randy, put your pants and a shirt on. Lucy put your bra on you little slut, and both of you get your asses into the family room where I'm going to poor us all a stiff drink and we'll start sorting all this out."

Again I was amazed that all of this was said by mom with a wicked smile on her face as she disappeared out my room closing the door behind her.

Mrs. Peterson came to me and slipped her hand down my shorts as said, "I know you enjoyed the blow job Randolph. I hope it was as good for you as it was for me...you tasted so good baby. I hope you realize how wet and hungry my pussy is for you."

I then realized she had been fingering her pussy with her other hand and now brought her wet fingers to my mouth saying, "I know you've never tasted pussy before but it wouldn't be fair that I got to sample your cum but you didn't get a taste of me...would you like to taste how wet and horny I am for your cock?"

I took her fingers in my mouth and wow...it the taste of my first pussy juice was fantastic! I laid her on my bed, lifted her skirt, and shoved my still hard cock up her slippery and incredibly warm pussy. I didn't last more than a minute or two before my balls were again full to the bursting point and ready to fill Jim's mom with my cum. Her legs were wrapped around my waist with her pussy humping me back as hard as I was slamming her. Just as I came she yelled, "Oh fuck baby...I'm cumming...oh God, oh God...fill me up...shiiiit!"

It was a fantastic feeling getting my first piece of ass from a grown woman so fucking hot as Mrs. Peterson and feeling my hot cum fill her hungry pussy. Soon we were dressed and ready to meet mom. As we entered the room mom said, "So Lucy, a b.J. wasn't enough? You had to fuck him as well?"

"That's right Betty, once I had his dick in my mouth and taste of his cum...what did you expect knowing how long I've wanted him. Until tonight I didn't have the courage but the genie is out of the bottle now and I think your son knows he can have as much of me as he wants... that is, if its ok with you?"

"How do you feel about all this Randy?"...as she handed me a tall bourbon and coke.

I took a long sip of the stiff drink and let the cool sting slide down my throat allowing time to think of something clever and adult to say to my mother after just getting caught by her in having fucked the neighbor. It came out a bit stupid because I had a grin like the cat that ate the canary when I said, "I don't know exactly what to say...but getting my first...you know..."

"Piece of ass, honey...its ok...we're all adults here".

"Yeah mom...piece of ass...it was unbelievable and if it's ok with Mrs. Peterson, I'd like to see as much of her as I can. She was unbelievable and so very nice to me."

"Well that's good for both you guys because I called James before you two came back and he's on his way over. I'm going to leave the room while you two talk to him and see if he might enjoy a little 'pay-back' from me. If he agrees to sleep with me tonight, you guys can go over to Lucy's and get to know one another as much as you like. If not...I'm going to make it mighty tough on the two of you to have another go-around. It's up to the both of you to figure it all out. You only yourselves to blame for making me so hot because of what I saw earlier."

I had no idea how to handle the situation but Mrs. Peterson seemed totally at ease as she said; "Randolph, did you know Jimmy and I have had sex a couple of times in the past month before I threw out his father?"

"Jesus, no Mrs. Peterson...he never said a word."

"Then he probably didn't tell you every time we made out...he kept calling my by your mother's name. He has a thing for your mom as much as I had for you tonight. Believe me when I say the minute he finds out your mother is ready to take him to bed he'll probably cum in his pants. Just sit here next to me while I tell him what has just taken place tonight."

At that precise moment, as if on cue in a movie, the doorbell rang.It was going to prove to be a very interesting night for the four of us. Very interesting to say the least!!!