3 comments/ 47802 views/ 5 favorites Do Me a Favor By: johnnymurdoc I was all ready for a quiet night at home when someone knocked on the door. I threw Kyle a look, and he shrugged. He was holding a bowl of popcorn in one hand, and a beer in the other. I stepped around the couch, and opened the door. Standing there, wearing a smile that said 'please don't hate me' was Dan, one of Kyle's good friends. I realized that my night alone with Kyle was gone. "Hey, Dan," I said. "Hey. Kyle said, um, it would be cool if I kind of hung out with you guys, tonight." "Yeah, sure." I said. "No problem." I turned and gave Kyle a look that said "Yes, problem." He shrugged in response. I ducked back into the kitchen, and found two bottles of beer cracked open already. Kyle stepped around me, and gave Dan a quick hug and a single strong pat on the back "Yeah," he said. "Dan's been having problems with—" "Karen," Dan said. "Right. Karen. I figured he could use a good night out. Or, you know, in," he said, holding up his beer. "I hope I'm not—" Dan started. "Not at all," Kyle said. "Right, Kevin?" He puckered his bottom lip. "Right," I said, giving up. I grabbed both bottles of beer and handed one to Dan. "Thanks," he said. I nodded back at him. "So, we were just about to watch a movie," Kyle said. "Sounds good," Dan said. The movie was good. About fifteen minutes into it, I finally gave up being bitter about Kyle's surprise, and found myself having a good time. I let myself fall into Kyle, my shoulder falling beneath his armpit and my head resting on his shoulder. Halfway through the movie and my third beer, I realized that I couldn't keep my eyes off of Dan. He was sitting on love seat across from us, relaxed and leaning back. He was wearing shirt with cut-off sleeves for our college soccer team; he and Kyle were both on the team together. For shorts he was wearing a matching pair of athletic shorts that hung loosely over his legs. I couldn't help but stare at his crotch, wondering if I could make out a hint of anything beneath the nylon fabric. Each time he shifted in his seat my eyes darted back between his legs, hoping for something to shift and give itself away. The movie ran for almost an hour over its runtime, as we kept stopping it for beer, popcorn, and piss breaks. Near the end, I started feeling bold from the beer and I let my hand fall on Kyle's crotch in a way that looked relaxed and natural but was actually completely calculated. I expected Kyle to move it, but he didn't. Instead, he lifted his hips a little, shifting in his seat but definitely pushing against me. It didn't take long for his dick to stiffen beneath my hand. I looked up at him, but he kept his eyes on the television, so I looked over at Dan and watched him for a few minutes longer. Kyle turned his head to look down at me, and whispered: "Hey," he said. I looked up at him. "Will you do me a favor?" "Sure," I said. He moved in closer, until his lips were right against my ear. "After the movie, I want you to give Dan a blow job." "What? No way," I said, no longer quite whispering. Dan looked over at us. I slid my hand off of Kyle's dick. Kyle lifted a finger to his lips. "Shh," he said. "I'm serious." You have got to be fucking kidding me, I thought. Kyle and I had been together for a little over a year, and had been nothing but monogamous. "I really want to see you do it," Kyle said. "Dan's straight," I said. "Dan's a drunk frat boy." "You watch too much porn." "He told me he wanted to try it." "Bullshit." "Last night. Over beers." Kyle had been out last night with Dan. "That's why I invited him over, tonight." "You're such a dick." "I know you wanted tonight to be just us, but I also know you're kind of into Dan." "I am not." "Fuck you, dude. You haven't taken your eyes off of him all night." "Yeah, that doesn't mean I want to blow him." "You totally do. And I want to watch you do it." He grabbed my hand and dropped it onto his crotch again. Rock hard. "Everything all right over there, guys?" Dan said. I pulled my hand free again. "We're cool," Kyle said. "Kevin just doesn't care for the movie, I guess." I punched him lightly in the stomach. "Oh," Dan said. "Right on." Kyle looked down with me, his eyebrows raised: Well? I stood up, and ducked into the kitchen. I reached into the fridge to grab another bottle of beer. As I closed the door, I turned to find Kyle standing right behind me. He stepped closer, pushing me against the fridge, his hard dick pushing against my crotch. He kissed me, his mouth tasting like warm beer. He slid a hand between us, and cupped my junk. "Like," he said, "I really want to see you do it." He kissed me again, without giving me a chance to protest again. "I want to watch you crawl in between his legs and slide his shorts down. I want to watch you nuzzle his nuts like you do mine, until his dick gets hard, and then I want to watch you blow him." Kiss. "I want to see you make him cum." Kiss. "Please." Kiss. "For me?" "You're such an ass," I said. "And you fucking love me for it." "I do, yeah." "So you'll do it?" "He's your friend. If he freaks out and runs, you're the one who loses someone. Never mind that no one from the team will ever come over again, lest you sick your boyfriend on their dicks." "Yeah? I'm willing to risk it. And I bet he's not the last teammate who comes over. I bet a few more stop by from time to time." Kyle gently pushed me out of the way so he could grab another beer. As I stepped around him, he gave me a quick slap on the ass. As I slid back onto the couch, Dan looked over at me. "Everything cool?" he said, and I wondered how much he knew about what we were talking about. "Everything's cool," Kyle said, stepping into the room. "You need another beer?" "I'm good," Dan said. I didn't see much more of the movie. At some point Dan had slid even further down on the love seat, and hooked a thumb into the waistband of his shorts, pulling them down ever so slightly. The exposed band of flesh was enough to reveal a small patch of his pubic hair, and I realized that I was actually going to do it. As the film rolled on and faded to black, my heart started to thump harder in my chest. While the living room was still dark, Kyle leaned in and lightly bit my ear, then kissed my neck. "I love you," he said. "I love you, too." Dan stood up abruptly, stretching his arms into the air. His shirt lifted up higher and I could see a happy trail of hair leading down from his belly button into his shorts. He groaned as he stretched. His groan faded into an "Oh, god. I have to piss." He disappeared into the bathroom, and I realized how badly I needed to piss, as well. I stood up and rounded up the empty beer bottles that had multiplied across the living room. I dropped the lot of them into the recycling bin in the kitchen, and as I was stepping back out, Dan was coming out of the bathroom. He nodded at me, and I slipped past him. As I stood in front of the toilet with my dick hanging out from my fly, I realized that my hand was shaking: I was nervous. Sure, I had fantasized about Dan, before, and what it would be like to have sex with him. Shit, I had done the same with nearly everyone on Kyle's team. With every hot guy on campus, actually. Here it was, though, the opportunity. Kyle telling me I could, telling me he wanted me to. I looked down at my dick and willed it to get on with it. In the living room, Kyle and Dan were sitting again, talking. Dan was sitting straight up, Kyle leaning toward him with his elbows on his knees and a bottle of beer dangling in his hand between his legs. I sat down next to Kyle. Dan smiled at me, and let a hand fall on the arm of the love seat. "Look," he said. "I just wanted to thank you for having me over. It was good to kick back, and relax." He leaned forward, as if to stand up. "Wait a sec," Kyle said. "You're not heading out, are you?" "Well," Dan said. "It's still early, and we still have a ton of beer. I figured we could stay up, hang out, get drunk. You could even crash here, if you'd like." "Aw, man, I don't want to impose." "No," I said. "It's cool. We'd love to have you stay." "Okay. Cool. Sure." Kyle stood up. "Here, I'll get you a beer," he said. Dan nodded at him, and smiled. "You've got yourself a good guy, there," Dan said. "He's a good friend." "I know," I said. "He's a lot of good things." "Yeah? I guess I can see that." "What are you guys talking about?" Kyle asked, stepping back into the room. "What a swell guy you are," I said. "Ah. A topic worthy of conversation. Continue." Dan laughed and shook his head, accepting the open beer from Kyle's outstretched hand. He took a deep swig and leaned back on the couch, his knees spreading wider open as he did. Kyle sat down next to me. "Really, man," Dan said. "I can't thank you enough, for going out with me last night, and letting me hang tonight." "Danny boy, you're welcome to hang whenever you'd like." "Thanks," Dan said. "Karen's been driving me crazy." He set his beer down and leaned back, crossing his arms back behind his head, and closed his eyes. His thick arm pit hair called out to me. Kyle elbowed me lightly in the ribs. I threw him a look, and he gestured toward Dan. I took a deep drink of my beer. I stood up, and Dan opened his eyes. I stood in front of him and almost froze. He sat up, scooting further back in his seat. The look he gave me was somewhat unsure. Curious. But excited. Hopeful. I slid to me knees in front of him. He looked from me back to Kyle, and whatever expression Kyle gave him seemed to help him relax. He leaned back. I reached up and put my hands flat on his stomach. He inhaled deeply. I tented my eyebrows, and he nodded, exhaling. I let my hands slide down a little, and slipped them beneath his shirt. His stomach was flat and strong, his skin warm. I hooked my fingers into his waistband, and he lifted his ass off of the couch. I pulled his shorts and underwear down, jerking them over his cock. His penis bounced, and then rested on his balls. I continued to pull his short down over his thick, hairy thighs, past his knees, and down his calves. He leaned forward, and started to pull off his sneakers. "No, leave them on," I said. I pulled his shorts off around them. Dan leaned back, and spread his legs open wide. His penis didn't show much in the way of growth, but I'm sure he was as nervous as I was. I leaned forward, placed my hands on his thick thighs, and gave one of his nuts a tentative lick. His sack tightened up, and his leg quivered a little bit. I gave him a second, more thorough lick. As I bathed him with my tongue, his penis made a slow rise. It wavered a little as it filled with blood, and fell forward until it rested on my nose. It was thick and warm. I took the movement as encouragement, and pulled one of his nuts completely into my mouth. His dick continued to climb up up my face until it pointed straight up and fell back on his stomach. It had nearly doubled in size. I slid a hand up and wrapped it around the base of his cock. I gave it a slow stroke, and watched his nuts pull up and then fall back down. It was a beautiful erection. Dan sat forward and pulled his shirt up and over his head, letting it drop on the floor beside me. He leaned back, and scooted his ass further toward the edge of the cushion. I kissed the base of his cock and then pulled it down slightly so that it was pointed toward my mouth. I kissed the tip of it, and let it slide into my mouth. The head of his cock flared, and I went down on him as far as I could, letting his dick push against the back of my throat. "God damn," Dan said. I pulled back, and then started bobbing my head, using my hand to stroke his dick with each up and down movement. My saliva quickly covered his cock. Dan started to thrust his hips a little, pushing his cock further into my mouth. I pulled my mouth back, and continued stroking his dick with my hand, letting my fingers slide up and over the head of his cock. I turned to see Kyle sit down next to Dan, rubbing his own crotch. He smiled at me, and I leaned forward and swallowed Dan's cock again. He pulled down his shorts and his hard cock slapped against his stomach. His bare leg rested against Dan's. Dan didn't seem to mind. Kyle stroked his erection and watched as I went down on Dan. I used my free hand to cup Dan's testicles. My own erection was straining against my briefs, held tight behind the zipper of my shorts. Dan moaned, his hips making small thrusts as I continued to swallow his dick. He was breathing hard, and he moaned to himself. His legs were starting to sweat against my forearms. I looked over at Kyle. His arousal was apparent everywhere. His face, his flushed chest, and his leaking erection. He stroked his cock in time with my own rhythm on Dan. Dan let his hands fall from behind his head. One landed on Kyle's bare thigh, the other on the back of my head, his fingers sliding into my hair. He started to push my head down on his cock, holding me still as he pumped in and out of my mouth, his ass completely off of the cushion. "God," he said, "I'm so close. This feels so fucking good." "I told you, man," Kyle said. Dan thrust his cock harder and harder into my mouth, and I felt his nuts tighten in my hands. "I'm so close," he said. "I want you to cum on his face," Kyle said. I pulled Dan's cock out of my mouth and tightened my grip on it, stroking him faster. He gasped and then bit his lower lip, and his cock pulsed and a streak of cum cut across my nose, and my cheek and dropped down on to the carpet. His second shot hit the other side of my nose, and I thrust my tongue out to catch it as it slid down on my face. His third and fourth felt harder than his first, splashing against my face. "Holy shit," Kyle said, and then let out his telltale grunt that signaled his own orgasm. I slid the head of Dan's cock back into my mouth and let the remainder of his load slide out onto my tongue, and looked over at my boyfriend as he ejaculated all over his bare chest. He gave his dick a couple of quick shakes, flinging hot white cum onto his legs and the carpet, grunting louder. A small string of cum landed on Dan's hairy thigh. Dan's legs quivered, and he fell completely back onto the love seat's cushion, his softening cock sliding out of my mouth. Kyle slid down off of the couch and took my face in his hand, and kissed me hard. His tongue slid into my mouth and then out and across my face, licking Dan's load off of my cheeks and nose. His hand went down to my crotch, popping the button open and unzipping my fly. He jerked my briefs down and grabbed my cock as it bounced free. He continued to kiss me hard, stroking me quickly. His breathing was heavy. The taste of Dan's cum was strong in my mouth. Kyle slapped a hand hard onto my chest, and pinched my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. "Oh, fuck," I said, my lips still pressed hard against his. I pulled away and leaned back, my ass falling against my calf muscles. Kyle slid his hand down into my pubic hair and pressed it hard against my skin. The pressure felt good, and I started to cum. My ejaculate laced out, streaking against his still half-hard cock, and into his pubic hair. A shot slashed upward splashed beneath his belly button. I fell forward, leaning into him as he gripped my cock harder, holding it tightly as he knew I liked it. The last shots of my orgasm dribbled out and pooled on the floor between our knees. My heart was thumping hard in my chest. Kyle let out a small laugh, and I smiled. He kissed me again, tenderly this time. "I love you," he said. "I love you, too," I said. Kyle placed his hand on my shoulders and used me as support as he stood up. Dan was laying back on the love seat, looking completely content. His penis had softened completely and hung across his testicles again, a small white drop of cum still spread across his piss slit. "That was fucking great," he said. "You're welcome," I said. I leaned forward, and kissed him on the knee. I placed my hands on his thighs, and stood up. My dick waved in front of me, still at half-mast. "Can I touch it?" Dan asked, nodding at my cock. "You can do whatever you want." Dan leaned forward, curious. "I've never touched another dude's dick," he said. "There's a first time for everything," Kyle said. Dan reached out, and touched my penis gingerly. He gave it a slow stroke. "Feels... different." He closed his hand around it, and gave it a couple more strokes. He let it go, and fell back again. He looked at my slick cum on his hands. "Huh," he said. Kyle wrapped his arms around me from behind. His soft cock pressed against my ass. He kissed my neck. "Thank you," he said. "My pleasure," I said. Do Me a Favor Sam and Marsha had been married for many years more than Sam's brother, Mike and his frigid wife, Tina. Both couples lived next to each other in a upscale rural neighborhood. The lots were large, five acres each. So, there was plenty of room between their houses. Both men worked in the family businesses, farming, fertilizer and a car lot. Mike was reserved. And, Tina was just a downright cold fish. They had been trying to a have baby for two years and were unsuccessful. The doctors said that Mike's sperm count was low, but that he could conceive. Mike's biggest problem was his short dick. He just could not deposit his sperm deep enough in Tina's pussy to do any good. Mike and Tina were desperate to have children. Robert, Sam and Mike's father, was very wealthy, but not inclined to be generous unless he got something in return. If Robert could, he would take his money with him when he died. He had said on many occasions that if Mike and Tina did not have children, then he would write them out of his will. Robert was the kind of person who would not accept adoption. His heirs would have to be his own blood, not some stranger that he was not related to by blood. Robert's old fashioned ways set a lot of by blood kin. Thus, the reason for Mike and Tina's urgency. Sam and Marsha had two children and had satisfied Robert's demands. The pressure was on Mike and Tina. Robert had become so demanding that Mike had trouble performing on occasion. Tina, being so frigid, did nothing to relieve Mike's stress. Mike and Tina had tried artificial insemination to no avail. One Saturday afternoon Sam and Marsha were invited over to Mike and Tina's for steaks and drinks. The sun was hot and Mike made pina coladas. The thing about pina coladas is that they sneak up on you from behind. One minute you feel fine. The next minute you are plastered. One a hot day like this, they go down smooth and cool. You cannot seem to get enough. After the steaks and six or seven drinks, Mike and Sam were sitting by the pool when Mike brought up the subject of getting Tina pregnant. "I don't know what we are going to do. If I can't get Tina pregnant, Dad will cut us out of his will." Mike said. "Well, I wish that I could help." Sam sympathized. "Dad warned us that he will not accept an adopted child. He told me the other day that we not to think about using a sperm bank. He wanted his own blood to inherit his money and no one else. You know how he is about blood kin. I am afraid that he will demand DNA test if Tina has a baby." Mike said. He was beginning to slur his words. "I'll help you in any way I can. Do you want me to talk to Dad? Maybe I can get him to listen to reason." Sam said. "Would you?" Mike said. "Sure, I'll talk to him." Sam replied. "NO! I don't want you to talk to him. I want you to help!" Mike was beside himself. "What can I do? I'm no doctor. What do you want me to do? Fuck her for your?" Sam said in an offhand kind of way. "YES!" Mike nearly shouted. "What? You can't mean!" Sam was stunned. "Yes. That is exactly what I mean." Mike said. "You are drunk. You want me to fuck your wife and get her pregnant. Shit, I don't even like her that much. She is too stuck up." Sam was shocked at the suggestion. "Yes. I am drunk. I have to be drunk to ask you to do this for me. It would be perfect. Our DNA would be close. If Dad found out, his grandchild would be blood kin to him. It is the only thing we can think of. Marsha doesn't need to know. No one needs to know." Mike pleaded. "Well, I don't know." Sam was thinking. Tina had a tight body. Five foot five. Nice tits. Broad round ass. A little strange pussy didn't sound too bad. It might be fun. But, Tina wasn't much fun. She didn't have a sense of humor. Maybe a good fucking or two would loosen her up. "What does Tina think about this." Sam wondered. "She doesn't like it. But, she doesn't want to be cut out of Dad's will either. You can do this. Do it as favor for me. Once she is pregnant, it we don't do this again." Mike pleaded. "Okay. I'll do you this one favor. But, don't ask me to do anything else." Sam said with a smile. Mike was too drunk or nervous, or both, to see the irony of the situation or the lust in Sam's eyes. He took Sam seriously. What a dork!!! "Great! I'll tell Tina to expect you. Think of some excuse to get out of your house and slip over here tonight." Mike said. In the meantime, Tina had been shoving pina coladas to Marsha. By the time the party broke up at 8:00, Marsha was ready to go to bed. Sam and Marsha walked across the lawn to their house. When they got there, Marsha took a quick shower and jumped in the bed. She was asleep when her head touched the pillow. Sam used the opportunity to return to Mike's house. Sam entered Mike's house by the back door. He is not bother to knock. Mike was in the living room watching TV. "Now what?" Sam asked. "Tina is in the bedroom waiting for you. We thought Marsha would pass out as soon as she got home. Go on in." Mike said. Sam walked slowly down the hall to the master bedroom. She slowly opened the door. He was not sure if this was a good idea. But, Tina had a tight body. He just had to have some of that. The room was dark. The light from the opened door allowed Sam to see Tina lying in the bed with the covers up to her neck. "Tina are you sure about this? I can go back home." Sam asked. "I am sure. I want you to get me pregnant. We must have a baby. If the baby is from you, then Mike will feel better because it will be like his own flesh and blood. Just remember this is just sex. Nothing more. Once I am pregnant, we forget this ever happened." Tina said with a trembling voice. "Anything you say." Sam said quietly. Sam shut the door leaving it open just enough so that the light from the hallway allowed him to maneuver around the room without tripping over the furniture. He shed his clothes in a second and crawled into the bed next to Tina. Sam reached over and touched Tina's arm. Tina instinctively pulled away. It took her several seconds to return to her original position and allow Sam's hand to remain on her arm. But, she was still trembling. Sam slowly stroked Tina's arm until she began to relax. Then, he gently eased his hand over to her right tit and let his fingertips explore every inch of her slow skin. As his fingers crossed her nipples, he found them hard and sticking out. Gently, Sam's fingers investigated up to Tina's right shoulder, across her neck to her left shoulder and down to her left breast. Tina was still nervous. Several times Sam touched a sensitive spot that made her whole body twitch. As Sam's hand moved down to Tina's left breast, Sam's body descended on Tina's right side. Without her noticing it, Sam was laying halfway across Tina. Sam's right hand slowly gravitated down Tina's stomach to her vaginal lips. Sam worked his middle finger between Tina's lips and found her to be dry. She was too nervous to be turned on. Sam thought to himself that he would have to find a way to light her fire. If it wasn't wet, he would make it wet. Sam stuck his finger in his mouth and deposited a large amount of spit on the tip. Using his now wet finger, Sam searched for Tina's clit. Finding it, he gently stroked Tina's clit ever so lightly. He wanted to massage it without really touching it. After about of minute of this gentle action, Sam moved his finger into Tina's pussy. That dry hole had come alive. Her juices had begun to flow. Coating his finger with Tina's lubricant, Sam returned to Tina's clit with the new love juice. Tina was beginning to relax and enjoy the moment. Feeling the time was right, Sam slipped his head under the covers and sucking on Tina's tits and he rubbed her clit. Sam slipped his finger back into Tina's pussy and searched for her G-spot. His mouth alternated from one nipple to the other as he fingered Tina's pussy. Sam eased down her stomach to her pussy. His tongue searched for her clit. All of a sudden Tina froze. "What are you doing?" "I am about to eat your pussy. Why?" Sam was puzzled. "No one has ever done that to me. It is so filthy. Just make me pregnant and let's get this over." Tina demanded. "Look, I am not a trained seal that can perform on command. I have to be turned on. See what you did to my dick! It is like a wet noodle!" Sam exclaimed. "Well, I don't let Mike do that!" Tina said. "I'm not Mike. Either you help me get turned on or I go home. Which will it be?" Sam was pissed. Tina didn't like oral sex. Mike had tried years ago. She did not like the experience. Heavens forbid that Sam would want her to put his penis in her mouth. That is where she drew the line. But, she HAD to get pregnant. Finally, "Okay. Do whatever it takes." Sam returned to Tina's pussy and eventually got it soaking wet. Tina during the whole experienced just laid there. Sam worked her pussy over with a vengeance, but Tina was too uptight. Giving up on the oral sex, Sam eased his dick into her pussy. He wanted to slam it in her in one motion, but he knew that might really turn her off. As Tina laid there counting ceiling tiles, Sam began to take long slow strokes in her pussy. No response! He got faster and harder. No response. He was pissed now! Sam pounded Tina's pussy with everything he had. He was mad. He was giving her a good fucking and all she would do is lie there. He was having trouble coming. What could he do? Hell, pretend it was Marsha, at least she would act like she was enjoying it. Finally, he came. No seconds for him. Once was enough. As Sam walked through the living room on his way home, Mike stopped him. "Well? Did you do it?" Sam could not help noticing Mike's stiff dick in his shorts and the cum stains on the front. "Well, I fucked her, but she is one cold bitch. I can see now why you can't get her pregnant." "What do you mean? We have sex at least once a week." Mike retorted. "I mean she doesn't know how to fuck. She just lies there. Sex is too fucking boring with her. If you want me to come back, she is got to help me." Sam said. "What do we need to do?" Mike asked. "She has to do what I tell her and show her. A few drinks in her before I come over may help. She cannot use the words 'No, Don't and Stop.' Unless she says 'don't stop.' Just remember, I have kids and you don't. I am cutting myself out of a large inheritance by helping you." Sam said. "I'll talk to her." Mike said. "One more thing. I saw you beating off while you peeked through the crack in the door." Sam said. "You must be mistaken. I, uh . . ." Mike was at a loss for words. "Don't deny it. I saw you. I don't mind. But, you have to tell her you watched. And, tell her tonight!" Sam demanded as he left the house not waiting for a reply. As he walked back, he was deep in thought. What was he doing? This can't have a happy ending. What if Marsha found out? But, Tina had a real nice body and that pussy was oh so tight. What the fuck? Let Marsha find out. He didn't have anything anyway. He wouldn't until his dad died and that could be years away. While Sam was banging away at Tina, Marsha woke up to use the bathroom. She briefly wonder where was Sam? Maybe he was watching TV. She was still too drunk to care. Then, she heard him come into the bedroom. "Where have you been?" Marsha asked. "I had to talk to Mike about some family matters." Sam lied. "Come to bed and hold me. It's late." Sam quickly climbed into bed with Marsha and slipped his arm over her. As Marsha fell asleep, she wondered what is that smell. The next thing she remembered it was daylight. With the sun streaming through the window. Sam was up already. She wandered through the house looking for him. In the kitchen, she found the coffee made and some doughnuts. She prepared herself a cup of coffee. With the cup in one hand and a doughnut in the other she searched the house for Sam. Soon she spied him in the pool. As she approached the pool, she noticed that Sam was naked. "What are you doing? Skinning dipping in the daylight? What if someone shows up?" Marsha said. "What if they do? They can join me or leave! Besides the kids are at your mothers, and we don't have any neighbors close enough to see." Sam laughed. "Mike and Tina could walk up anytime." "Let them. They may want to join me. Speaking of joining me, why don't you peel out of that nightgown and join me? I promised not to look until you get into the water." Sam teased. Without saying a word, Marsha turned around and put the cup and doughnut on the patio table. With her back to Sam, she let the nightgown drop to the ground. She turned around to see Sam with a huge grin on his face. "You said that you would not look until I go in the water." "A lie ain't nothing to me." Sam chuckled. "I didn't believe your lying ass when you said it." Marsha smiled as she entered the pool. The water was only four feet deep. Marsha walked up to Sam and rubbed her shinny wet tits on his chest. Sam reached up and massaged each without thinking. It had become a reflex reaction. Marsha's hands reached under the water and stroked Sam's rock hard cock. "By the way, why did your hand smell like pussy when you came to bed last night?" Marsha was smiling and her hand had a solid hold on Sam's balls. This was not the time to panic. Think fast, Sam. Your sex life for the rest of your life depends on how you answer this question. One thing about Sam, when he was in a tough spot he did what he had to do. "Shit! Don't you remember?" "Remember what?" Marsha asked at the same time putting a little more pressure on Sam's family jewels. That got Sam's attention. "Don't you remember I tried to have sex with you last night, but you were too drunk. I don't think you ever woke up." Sam explained. Marsha didn't believe him for one second. But, the story was plausible. She would give him enough rope to hang himself. Besides, Sam provided her and the children with a very high standard of living. Don't force the issue, she thought. Don't put herself in a position where she felt she had to do something. What Sam didn't know she knew didn't hurt her. "No. I don't remember that. I think you made it up. But, it could have happened. Did you go back to Mike's smelling like pussy?" "Well, I didn't hug him if that is what you mean? It didn't bother me. I don't care if he had a problem with it." Sam said. Marsha release her grip on Sam's nut sack and returned to stoking his cock. Sam eased her back to the side of the pool and sat he on the edge. Soon his head was buried between her legs. Marsha came a least twice. Then, they swapped places. Sam sat on the edge of the pool, and Marsha swallowed his cock. Sam always thought that Marsha was the best at giving head. Marsha thought that Sam was the best at eating pussy. They were a match made for a porno movie. Sam got up and spread out a pad about two inches thick and about the size of a double bed on the concrete. He laid down on his back. Marsha exited the pool and sat on his face facing his cock. Soon they were in a passionate 69 lovefest. Marsha spued her fluid all over Sam's face. Marsha was getting the most out of love making. Sam was glad to be back with her. Tina made him remember how good Marsha was. After she had cum three good times, Marsha turned around and licked her juice from Sam's face. Then, she turned her back to him with her ass in the air and her head lying on her folded arms. "Come on baby. I want to feel you in me. Cum in me real hard." She begged. Sam zeroed in behind her and shoved his cock deep into Marsha's pussy. She was so wet, Sam did not meet any resistance. Marsha accepted it all and wanted more. They made love by the pool for several hours. Marsha on top. Sam on top. Marsha bending over the patio table. Sam sitting in a recliner. Marsha cleaning the pussy juice off Sam's cock. Sam eating Marsha clean. By the time they were finished, they both were exhausted and needed a nap. Sam and Marsha never knew they were being watched the whole time. Not that they would care at the time. Mike and Tina were glued to their kitchen window, which faced Sam and Marsha's house. Mike had a pair of binoculars, and Tina was looking through a telescope. Both were creaming in their pants soon after Sam and Tina started. Neither would move until Sam and Marsha went back inside their house. And neither would let the other know how turned on they were by their relative's open display of sex. Tina knew her panties had to be soaked. Mike kept his body pressed firmly against the kitchen sink lest Tina notice the bulge in his pants. "We should be ashamed of ourselves." Tina said. But, she never took her eye away from the telescope. "Why? They shouldn't have done it out in the open in broad daylight. Besides, maybe we can learn something new." Mike argued. He didn't take his eyes from the binoculars either. "I learned that your brother and sister are perverts. How could Marsha do that? Put a man's penis in her mouth and after it had been in her vagina? And, Sam eating Marsha's vagina after he ejaculated in it. It is all so gross. I could never do that." "Well, you better learn. Sam is not coming back unless you start doing the things Marsha is doing." "Yeah. I know. Maybe we could practice on each other first?" Tina asked. Mike noticed more than a question in her eyes. There was a glint of lust there too. "Yes, that would be a very good idea. Did you notice that neither one of them had pubic hair. What did they do? Shave or Wax?" Mike said. "We'll have to ask Sam sometime. In the meantime, do you think we could try it. I could shave you, and you me. Better hygiene could make it easier or me." Tina left the most important thing out. Hygiene wasn't what really interested her. The sight of Sam's shaved balls was erotic. She had never experienced anything that she thought to be erotic. This was something new for Tina. It was a big reason her panties were so wet. Last night it was dark, and Tina couldn't see Sam's crotch anyway. She could have felt him if she hadn't been so petrified. Anyway she was afraid to look if the lights had been on. She didn't want Sam to see her checking him out. She would have been too embarrassed. Now in the daylight and no one could tell where she was looking as Tina stared at Sam's crotch through the telescope. The sight of his clean shaven crotch was interesting. More than interesting, it was exciting. This was something new that she had never seen in person. She had to see what balls felt like without hair, not that she had touched Mike's balls more than a dozen times during their marriage. If Sam wasn't here, Mike will have to do, but first the razor. At the end of Sam and Marsha's show, Mike and Tina moved swiftly to the bedroom. Tina had to control herself. It was all she could do to keep from running. Quickly she closed the curtains. Neither was ready to expose themselves to the other without the light subdued. Mike grabbed a new razor, a towel and the shaving cream. He was standing at the foot of the bed with in his tighty-whiteys. "Who's first?" Mike asked. "I'll do you. Then you do me!" Tina replied. "I have never been had anyone shave my face for me not to mention my balls. Are you sure that you can do this? I don't want to end up a eunuch." Sam was having second thoughts. "It can't be any harder than shaving my legs." Tina was impatient. "I want a hot towel like the barbers use. Lay it on me for a minute." Mike said. Tina got a wash cloth from the bathroom and put it under the hot water. "How hot should it be?" She asked. "If it too hot to touch with your hand, it is too hot for my balls." Mike replied. Tina brought the warm towel to the bed and laid it on Mike's crotch, covering his balls and the pubic hair above his dick. It felt good to Mike and he enjoyed the sexual attention from his wife. She had never done this before. Do Me a Favor Both Tina and Mike were virgins when they married. Their sex life was clumsy and unfulfilling. The simple reason being they had nothing for comparison. Tina refused to watch even softcore porn and would not allow Mike to watch even when she was not around. Women had sex to have babies and as a last resort, to shut their whining husbands up. Tina would not allow any experimentation. Missionary was it. Besides, Mike didn't know anything else to do anyway. Sexually they were as experienced as to twelve-year olds, and that could taken as an insult by many twelve-year old. Tina spread the shaving cream all over Mike's balls, in the crease of his legs and on his lower stomach. She noticed that the skin on Mike's stomach would twitch at certain spots where she applied the shaving cream. Mike, on the other hand, was enjoying the hell out of the experience. His toes curled. It was all he could do to keep still. It tickled and felt so good at the same time. But, the best part was the eroticism he was feeling. Tina was a different person too. It was nothing like she expected. She felt like she had been doing this forever. She enjoyed the sensuality of the experience. And, it was a major experience for Tina. A new horizon had opened up. Tina carefully shaved Mike. When she finished she sat back and beamed at her accomplishment. If her mama could see her now, she would have a cow. "Okay! Where is the aloe?" "Why?" Mike was puzzled. "Because aloe is a moisturizer to keep the skin free of razor bumps, irritation and ingrown hairs. At least it is for my legs. I'll get some." Tina replied. When she returned from the bathroom with the aloe, Tina sat between Mikes open legs. There she had full access to his pubic area. Mike had savored the shaving, but he had no idea how much he would like relish the aloe treatment. Tina put a good amount on her hands and began to gently rub it into the areas she had just shaved. Massaging the aloe across his belly caused Mike to moan and his skin twitch. When she caressed his balls, Mike thought he would explode. He fought to hold it back. He was afraid the Tina would quit if he came. She had changed tremendously in the last twenty-four hours. Yesterday, she would never have touched Mike's cock. Today she was lusting and not just for Mike. She wanted to have another go with Sam. He was the experienced one. Tina saw the effect she was having on Mike. She liked the feeling of control, power and accomplishment she had over Mike. Now, she decided to take things up a notch. She applied a thick glob of aloe to her right hand and stoked it onto Mike's cock. Mike was stunned. His eyes were as big as saucers. He was grinning so much it hurt his face. Tina stroked slowly the length of the shaft. When she reached he head, she squeezed and twisted. That is when he lost his breathe and his toes curled again. One of Mike's problems in making Tina pregnant was his small cock. Normally it was about four or five inches when hard. Neither of them know the length of a man's cock increases as he is aroused. Tina hadn't done her job. She had been so frigid that Mike couldn't make three inches lately. This time Mike's cock had grown to a full seven inches. Tina had aroused him more than she had ever done and didn't know how she had done it. She was amazed at the size of the monster growing in her hand. Tina couldn't believe Mike had it in him, literally! This time she was paying attention. She repeated the things that affected Mike the most. Soon she picked up the pace. Mike was clenching the sheets, holding on for dear life. He would not last long. "Ahhhh! Ohhh! shit! motherfucker! Oh! Oh! I must have died and gone to heaven. Don't stop. Oh! SHIT! I AM CUMMING!! Okay! Okay! Okay! Okay! Okay! Okay! Stop! I can't stand it!" Mike bellowed. He was spent. "Where did it go?" Tina asked. "Where did what go?" Mike inquired. "Your cum. I can't find it. I wanted to wipe you off with the washcloth. It is not on your stomach. Not on your chest, face or hair. Where the shit is it?" Tina wondered. "Hell, it never goes far. Look on the side of bed. Maybe I rolled on it." Mike said. "Shit it is on the headboard. That means it shot three foot through the aid. It could have gone across the room if you were pointed in that direct, and we never would have found it. FUCK, I didn't think you could do that." Tina said with astonishment. "Give me a minute and I will shave you if I am able." Mike huffed. Mike was exhausted. He had never experienced anything like that. It was the best orgasm that he had ever had. Would there be more? And Tina. She had changed, more open, less inhibited. This was a new Tina. It appeared the show that Sam and Marsha had put on had opened new doors of arousal for Tina. Live would be better. Mike warmed the washcloth in the sink and returned to the bed. Tina was naked with the towel covering from her tits to her pussy. Mike sat on the bed and folded the bottom of the towel up over her belly. He wanted to go slow. If she wanted to cover her tits she could. Later the towel would come off. Mike lathered up around Tina's pussy and lower stomach. Slowly and carefully he shaved her downy bush. As the razor scraped across her stomach, her skin twitched like Mike's had done. Mike made note of the areas that were most sensitive to Tina. Once he finished, Mike wiped the area with the washcloth and began applying the aloe. As he massaged Tina's stomach, Mike gingerly tickled those spots where her skin trembled with his fingertips. It was Tina's turn to moan and to grab the sheets for dear life. She was experiencing new pleasures. Mike saw Sam go down on Tina last night. He would try the same. He eased his face down to her pussy and began kissing her lips. Soon he was titillating her clit with his tongue. The old Tina would never let him do that. Last night, Sam had stuck his middle finger in her pussy. How would she react? Time to find out. Mike's middle finger slid easily up her soaked love canal. Fantastic! Tina wasn't stopping him. He stroked. Then, he slid in two fingers. It was like shifting gears. Tina sped up. Tina was begging him to put his dick into her. "Please put it in. I want to feel you. Hurry!" Mike obliged. He wanted her more than she wanted him. Tina was well lubricated. His dick slid in easily for its whole length. Before he had to force it through a dry well. Tina hated it and bitched at him the whole time. What a change! Mike pounded her with all his might. Soon something new was happening to Tina. Deep inside of her a feeling was growing. Rising until it burst forth over her body. She trembled and screamed. Her first orgasm after six years of marriage. What had taken so long? Why had she fought it so? All the time wasted! Mike was right behind her. There would be not guessing where the cum went this time. I was all deposited deep in Tina's pussy. Maybe he could get her pregnant after all. Mike was exhausted. Tina was still wound up. They lounged in the bed in each other's arms until the fell asleep. When they woke it was nearly sundown. Get up Mike. Let's take a quick shower. I am famished. I will make us something to eat. Mike and Tina sat around the kitchen table eating sandwiches and drinking a few beers. "This was great! Nothing like beer to replenish you bodily fluids. I don't think that we need Sam to get you pregnant. Why don't I tell him to forget the whole thing?" Mike remarked. "Remember the doctor said that you had a low sperm count. We didn't do anything to solve that issue. If you keep having sex with me, you may be the father or it could be Sam. But, you and I will always accept the child as yours. It might be true. Anyway, my biological clock is ticking. I want a baby, and I want it now." Tina replied. "I guess you are right. I didn't think you wanted to do it and would look for a way out. You know Sam will not come back unless you do everything he says. No or stop are not words he wants to hear. He said sex with you was boring." Mike said as he pondered Tina's motive. He was beginning to get a little suspicious. Was Tina wanting a baby that bad? Or did she want Sam again? He couldn't be sure. "Boring! Okay, I will try to do better. I just need to relax. Remember you are the only one I have ever had. It won't be so bad the second time. I may learn some things that you will enjoy. Besides I plan on having a couple of tequila's before he gets here. See if you can get him to come over about dark. Tell him you need some help with the computer." Tina said. If Mike had looked a little closer, he would have noticed the twinkle in her eye and the slight smile on her lips. Tina was hiding her excitement and her lust for her for a new dick. The sun was just about to go behind the trees when Sam's phone rang. It was Mike on the other end. "Can you talk?" Mike asked. "No. Marsha are watching TV. What is going on?" Sam said. What did Mike have on his mind. "Tina wants you to try again. Can you tell Marsha that you are going to help me with my computer? Tell her I may have a virus or something." Mike said. "I don't know that much about computers. Why don't you get someone else?" Sam didn't want to waste his time with such a bad fuck as Tina. "You know I can't get someone else. And, you know why! Try one more time. She will have a couple of shots of tequila before you get here. Just do me this one favor." Mike pleaded. You have the hard drive for our slot." "Okay. I will be right over." Sam said. "Who was that?" Marsha asked. "That was Mike. He has a virus or something on his computer and wants me to help him. I could be several hours if I have to reload his software." Sam lied. "I felt like a repeat of this morning tonight. But, you go help Mike. I know what a klutz his is with computers." Marsha said. "I hope I won't be long." Sam called over his shoulder as he walked out the back door. "Computer my ass. Something is going on, and I am going to find out what. I'll give him thirty minutes to get settled and let him think he got away with whatever he is trying to get away with." Marsha said under her breathe. Sam strode swiftly across the yard to Mike's house. The reluctance he showed to Mike was a sham. Tina was hot. With a little luck and a lot of booze, he could train her to be a first class fuck. When Sam entered the Mike's house, he could see that Tina had more than two tequilas. She was feeling no pain. Mike, on the other hand, was as nervous as a cat on a top tin roof. "Sam! I am ready to fuck! You just show me how." Tina slurred. "Okay. Let's go into your bedroom." Sam said as he lead Tina down the hall. No one noticed that he had slipped a small jar of strawberry jelly in his pocket as he entered through the kitchen. As they entered the bedroom, Sam made sure the door was closed all the way. Mike was not getting a free show this time. He turned the light on in the master bathroom and shut until just enough lite entered the room for him to make out objects. Tina had shed her cloths in seconds and was laying on the bed spread eagle. "Come on. Fuck me now before I chicken out." She begged. "Well, you may be excited. But, I need something to get me hard." "What do you want me to do?" Tina was beginning to sober up a little. Sex with her husband was all he knew, and he was not demanding. She would not let him be that way. What did Sam have in store for her? "You are going to have to suck this thing hard." As Sam waved his dick in front of her. Sam turned around to remove the rest of his clothes. Where Tina couldn't see, he opened he jar of jelly and stuck his dick in the jelly. Still without being noticed, he coated his whole dick with the sweet jelly. Sam thought to himself, "Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches may disappear a round this house after this." He turned around to face the bed, and Tina had not moved. "Sit up on the edge of the bed. Put you hands on my hits. Not take the head of my dick into your mouth and suck on it. Just the tip!" Sam instructed. Tina was nervous. She wanted to jump up and run out of the room. She had both hand on each hip. But, could not get her mouth to open to Sam's dick. "I don't think I can. It is so nasty." She whined. "Sure you can, or I go home to someone I don't have to ask. Now open your mouth! If I leave, I will not be back." Sam retorted. Tina opened her mouth. Sam quickly shoved her mouth down on the head of cock. Tina was startled. She couldn't too much of a sound with Sam's dick in her mouth. The screams she wanted to make came as gurgling sounds. "Relax and taste it! You might find that you enjoy it." Sam said. Tina couldn't do a anything with Sam holding her head. She couldn't make much of sound with a dick in her mouth. She did the only thing that she could do. Relaxed!! Then the strangest thing occurred to her. It tasted like strawberries. Did they all taste that way? Did they all taste different? Would a black cock taste like chocolate? She had a few tequilas and it took Tina a little time to sort these things out. For the moment she forgot that she had a dick in her mouth. The thing in her mouth tasted good, and she began to suck it like a popsicle. The taste of the strawberries made her brain think it was food and caused her to salivate more. The added saliva made her first blowjob much easier for her. Tina was enjoying the experience. "Go deeper. The best is furthest down. Take it down your throat until you start to gag. Then, ease back and suck until you get use to, then go deeper and do the same thing again." Sam instructed. Before she knew it her nose was pressed against Sam's stomach. Marsha had waited a half hour and cautiously walked over to Mike and Tina's back yard. Soon she noticed someone standing in the yard looking in Mike and Tina bedroom window. As she got closer, she realized it was Mike. He was naked and stoking his dick. She suspected that something funny was going on all along, and now she had a good idea what it was. But, Tina was such a prude. Why? Marsha circled around Mike so that she was directly behind Mike as she crept up to him. Mike was so intend upon watching Sam fuck Tina and pounding his own meat that he never noticed Marsha's approach. From her vantage point, Marsha had a good view of Sam fucking Tina's mouth and Mike beating off. She watched for several minutes. Marsha was a bit confused. What should she do? What would she do? She should bust the all. The idea of the three of them cheating on her. But, again WHY? Marsha soon realized that the sight of her husband fucking someone else was turning her own. This couldn't be love. Tina's husband was part of it. If it wasn't love, then it must just be sex. If it was sex, was Sam really cheating on her. Tina couldn't be cheating on Mike, he was part of it. Mike called Sam with some bullshit story about a computer to get Sam over to fuck Tina. The three of the them were in some perverted sex game that she was beginning to enjoy herself. But, they had left her out, the assholes. But, Marsha knew that if they asked her she would have turned them down. After seeing what they were doing, Marsha felt the eroticism of it all. She was titillated, aroused, stimulated, excited. FUCK, Marsha was horny. All these thoughts were going through her head plus a hundred more. She had made up her mind what she would do. Marsha slipped up directly behind Mike. She reached her arms around and grabbed his cock. Mike gasped and froze. In her most seductive voice, Marsha said, "What you doin', Mike?" Mike couldn't speak. He didn't know what to say. Where would he start? "Mike, why is my husband fucking your wife while you stand out here naked in the dark beating your meat?" Marsha asked in a casual offhand way. "Marsha, I don't know what to say." Sam said. "Tell me the truth. Why are you letting my husband FUCK your wife?" Marsha whispered. "We want a baby, and I can't get Tina pregnant. So, Sam is going to the make her pregnant. That way the baby will be the like it was my own." Sam was nervous to say the least. He was so nervous that he failed to realize the Marsha was stroking his dick the whole time. "Sam is going to get Tina pregnant? That is the plan?" Marsha asked. Mike did not notice the strange look on Marsha's face. "Yes, it is my fault. I begged him to do it. I asked him to do me a favor." Mike exclaimed. "So, you got Sam 'to do you a favor.' Is that right?" Marsha said softly. "Yes!" "Now, Mike, just what do I get out of this thing?" Marsha said as she gave Mike's cock a squeeze. Mike suddenly realized what Marsha had been storking his cock the whole time and it felt good. He was beginning to forget that they had been busted and was starting to thinking about what Marsha was doing to him. This might turn out okay. "What do you want out of it?" Mike asked. "Sam isn't going to get to fuck around and leave me high, dry and horny. Do you know what I mean." Marsha said. "I don't know if I can satisfy you. Tina can't get pregnant because I have a low sperm count and a small dick." Mike was self-conscious now. "I can't help you with the sperm count. But, your dick is plenty big enough. Maybe you are not using it right. It seems that Sam is teaching Tina a few new tricks. Maybe I can teach you." Tina said. "Okay! Now, what?" Mike asked. Marsha was in control. He really didn't like being left out in the dark with nothing to do but play with himself. "Let's move over to the picnic table. It is in the shadows. Do you think they will be able to see us from the bedroom?" Marsha asked. "No. You can see in the house, but the table is too far in the shadows to see from inside." Mike said. Marsha used Mike's cock to lead him over to the picnic table. She positioned herself so that Mike could bury his head between her legs and look over her thigh into the bedroom. By turning her head a little, Marsha could watch her husband and sister along with Mike. She was going to enjoy this. About the same time, Sam laid Tina back on the bed and moved his head between her legs. This time Tina was going to get a severe tongue lashing from an expert. Sam moved his tongue and fingers in ways Mike never knew existed. Tina was coming hard and fast. All the other times she had sex with Mike, she had been silent. With Sam buried between her legs, Tina discovered she was a screamer. Outside, Marsha had just begun to show Mike the proper way of eating pussy. At the sound of the Tina screaming, Mike was distracted. "What is he doing to her? Is he hurting her?" "No! Stupid! He is giving her one hell of an orgasm. I didn't know Tina could be so loud having sex." Tina explained. "I didn't know either. She never uttered a sound when we had sex." Mike was disappointed. "Honey, if you listen to me, you will be needing earplugs when you have sex with her." Marsha giggled. With that Marsha began her schooling of Mike. She told how to use his tongue, his fingers and his lips. She told him that every woman is different. To be a good lover, he would have to pay attention to how her body responds to his moves. She told him to pay attention to the involuntary movements of a woman's body. Mike was a good student. Before either of them knew it, Marsha was having a huge orgasm. Marsha loved the freshness of Mike's newfound love making. It was the eroticism of watching Sam with Tina that put her libido into high gear. Marsha was at a disadvantage. He had to stifle her screams of ecstacy lest Sam or Tina hear her. Both women had enjoyed several orgasms. Sam placed the head of his cock at the entrance of Tina's pussy. It was soaked with Tina's flowing juices and Sams spit. It only took the slightest pressure for all of Sam's dick to enter Tina. Tina gasped and moaned. Do Me a Favor Marsha wanted to keep up with Sam and Tina. She went to the end of the picnic table and leaned forward. This way she could what her husband as he fucked Tina. With her head down and ass up, Marsha invited Mike to enter her. She, like Tina, was wet, hot and ready for a dick. Mike's dick slid all the way in without any resistance. Marsha had hidden talents. You know the kind you can't tell someone about. You have to show them. Marsha clamped down on Mike's dick with muscles that Tina didn't know she had or how to use them. Mike had never experienced anything like it. It was like a moist, warm hand had grabbed his cock and would not turn lose. He was not complaining. Sam was pounding away at Tina. She was enjoying the ride. Orgasms flowed one after the other. She started yelling, "Oh, fuck. I love you big cock in my pussy. Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Don't stop. Don't slow down. Drive it into me. Shit! I am such a slut, and I love it." These were words that Tina had never thought of saying. Tonight she was saying them over and over again. Marsha was getting a good pounding, but she wanted to finish and get back home before Sam did. Mike needed a little encouragement. "Fuck me Mike! Look at Sam fuck Tina. See how she enjoys another man's cock in her pussy. She is cumming. She loves it. Fuck me like you want to fuck her! Punish me like you want to punish her. Look down at your cock pounding in and out of my pussy. Tell me what you see, Mike." Marsha was urging Mike to orgasm. "I see Tina having more fun fucking Sam than she has ever had with me the fucking bitch. I could get her pregnant if she would act that way with me. She is a fucking bitch. I am going to fuck her so hard. I am going to make her cum like she never has before. I am going to eat her raw the cunt. Oh! Oh! Oh! I am cumming." Mike uttered. He had cum deep in Marsha and could do nothing more tonight. Sam and Tina were still going strong. Marsha knew from her own experience that Sam would be a while but not a long while. She had to get home before Sam. She was not ready to let him know that she knew. "Look, you have to keep quiet about this if you want me to help you. I can show you how to make Tina cum every night and beg for more. But, I don't want anyone to know what we did until I am ready. This will be our secret. Okay?" Marsha asked. "Okay. I am not ready to tell them either. I know I have a lot to learn, and I want you to teach me. Besides, I want to have sex with you a lot more." Mike said. He was still panting from their encounter. "Yes. I want to fuck you a lot more too. I have to get home and cleaned up. Bye." Marsha said as she hurried across their yards. Sam was still giving Tina his full attention, oblivious to the goings on outside. He pumped her in the missionary position for a good twenty minutes and started to get tired. He flipped her over and pulled her ass off the bed. "Keep your head on the mattress. I want to fuck you doggy style." Sam said as he entered Tina from behind. Now his dick was rubbing the walls of her pussy from a different angle. It was new experience. She had never let Mike do her like a dog, an animal. She was too good for that. Now, she was letting another man fuck her like an animal and was enjoying. So much was new to her. So much was exciting and erotic. Why hadn't she allowed Mike to do this to her long ago. He is such a wimp. He could never do to her what Sam was doing. Besides, Mike's cock is not that big. Tina hoped that Sam did not make her pregnant too soon. Now that all the taboo's had been broken, Tina was enjoying every minute. Could she ever be satisfied with just Mike? "Fuck Mike!" she thought. "He should have been better and this would not have happened." Tina had little time to think. Sam was bringing her to orgasm after orgasm. Big ones separated by several smaller ones. She hoped that it would never stop. Finally, she could feel the tempo of Sam's strokes becoming increasingly more intense. Her orgasms were becoming more intense too. Finally, the deepest orgasm she had ever experienced come over her as Sam came deeply in her. Afterward, both were too exhausted to move for several minutes. Sam's hard gradually subsided and slipped out of Tina's cunt. Exhausted, Sam turned Tina over and pulled her to her knees on the floor. "Now, clean me up." Sam gasped. "Can you wash it first?" Tina whined. "Fuck you, bitch! It is only you. That is your problem. You have always thought that sex was dirty and you don't want to get dirty. There is nothing wrong with Mike. It is you now, and it was you before. You have always been the fucking problem. Now, clean me up you fucking slut. Because you ARE a slut. I may have wakened the beast. But, you are now a slut. I have seen it in your eyes. You enjoyed being fucked. And, you enjoyed it a lot. Taste yourself! Clean me!" Sam demanded. Tina did as she was told. She opened her mouth, but not enough. Sam stood before her and rubbed his flaccid all over her face, smearing a mixture of cum and vaginal fluid on Tina's cheeks, forehead and eyes. "Now, open your mouth wide before I cum in your ears!" Sam commanded. Tina obeyed this time and opened her mouth wide. She closed it when Sam stuck his cock in her mouth. Instinctively, Tina began to suck and lick Sam's cock clean. Within seconds, Tina inhibitions were gone. Tina went from being reluctant to even touching Sam's slimy dick to loving the taste and feel of whole experience. Tina was making love to Sam's cock with her mouth. Soon she realized that it was beginning to stiffen and grow. This aroused feeling in her own cunt. Juices began to flow. Also, Tina was feeling a sense of pride in what she was able to do. This was something she would never have believe of herself a week before. Pride that she could suck cock good enough to get an exhausted man back up. Sam was watching Tina's eyes. He could see the change in her. She liked she was doing. Sam had made her into a first class slut. She would never be the same. Sam had popped her frigid cherry. She was a frigid, up tight bitch before. Now, she was hot for cock and maybe more. Sam felt that he could go one more time. Tina had succeed in rejuvenating his cock. At the same time, it was obvious Tina was excited again. "Tina, stop and stand up." Sam directed. "I don't want to stop. I am glad to made me suck your nasty dick. I love the taste of you and me mixed together." Tina said. "I think that I can go one more time. But, it has to be something special. Something real tight. I am going to let you pick what we do." Sam said. "You have reamed me out pretty good. If you can find a tight place on me you can have it." Tina joked. "Okay. You named it. Turn around and bend over." Sam said. "What? You can't go there. I don't do that! I have never done that!" Tina exclaimed. "Look. Have I done anything to you that you didn't eventually enjoy, a lot? No! So, bend over spread your cheeks and relax. That is the key, relax." Sam said. Tina didn't say anything but she thought to herself that Sam was right. She had enjoyed everything. Maybe if she didn't fight this, she would enjoy a cock up her ass more. Dutifully, Tina turned around, bent over and spread her cheeks. Sam spotted some baby oil on the dress and applied a liberal amount to the top of the crack of her ass. The oil ran down across her asshole. Sam applied some oil to his fingers and cock. Sam inserted one finger in Tina's asshole. He made sure that Tina's ass was well lubricated inside and out. Her anal ring was stretched by one finger. Then, he inserted two fingers to further loosen Tina's one remaining virgin opening. Sam fingered Tina's ass with two fingers on one hand and massaged her clit with the other. Tina's apprehension had subsided. She had forgotten to worry about what was about to happen. The please she was experiencing was too good to ignore. Sam quickly replaced his fingers with the head of his cock. Tina gasped, but did not draw away. Sam let Tina get used to the feeling and allowed her ass to relax. Slowly, Sam pushed further into Tina's ass. Again, he stopped to allow Tina to adjust. He did it again and Tina took less time to adjust. Once more and he shoved it all the way end. Tina groaned. The longer Sam's cock stayed in her the better it felt. Slowly, Sam began to pump. No more pain. Tina was enjoying it all. She had taken a cock in all three holes and she felt a pride and accomplishment. Was there anything left? Shit she hoped so. Sam pumped faster and faster. Soon, he was like a jack hammer. Tina was cuming time after time. She started to scream, "Fuck my ass you bastard. I feels so good. Don't stop. Fuck me harder." Over and over. Sam was right, he had made her into a first class slut. Mike was watching the ass fucking that was taking place before his eyes. What was Sam doing? He was supposed to get her pregnant. Fucking Tina in the ass wasn't going to get it done. But, Tina was enjoying it. Mike cock was hard as a rock. The sight of his wife getting fucked in the ass and begging for more was turning him on. He thought the last time he fucked Marsha was all he had in him for the night. Without realizing it, he was stroking his cock for all it worth. He was going to cum again. As he watched Tina and Sam stiffen and cum, he came with them. As far as he was concerned, he had participated in a threesome. Sam quickly jumped in the shower lest Marsha detect any order of sex. Mike had dressed and returned to the living room. Sam passed Mike on the way out. Both just nodded. What was there to say? Sam tired to hide his smile from Mike, but he just couldn't do it. He had enjoyed Tina too much to hide his delight. Sam ran across the lawns, trying to build up a little sweat. He didn't what to have to explain to Marsha why he smelled like he had just had a shower. Marsha had returned to her house and showered. She was waiting in the bed when Sam slipped into the bed. She rolled over and held him. "Baby, what took you so long?" Marsha asked. "You know how computers are. The take forever to reload and you can't stop until the job is done." Sam replied. "I am glad you are back. I was thinking about your big cock, and I got so horney. I want you to fuck me so bad. I want to suck your cock after you have cum in me. And, then I want to fuck you again." Marsha purred. "Oh, shit. What am I going to do now?" Sam thought. "I have a big day tomorrow and I am tired. I don't think I could do you just. I guess I am getting old. Can I have a rain check?" Sam was thinking fast. He had never turned her down. Would she be suspicious? "Okay. It is late. But, you have to do me twice next time." Marsha said. She wasn't really up to more sex. Mike had taken care of her. She just wanted to make Sam squirm a little. She smiled. Sam, like most men after sex, was asleep before her. The next morning Mike and Tina were a bit uncomfortable. Everything was just awkward. Neither knew what to say to the other. Finally, Tina broke the silence. "Are you upset with me? You know you agreed." "No. I am not upset. I just don't understand. I heard you last night. (Mike did not want Tina to know that he had spied on her.) You were enjoying yourself. You never enjoyed sex with me like you did with Sam. Shit, you always said that you thought it was dirty and that you just did it to shut me up." Mike grumbled. "Yes. I know that I have been a bitch. But, this is sex for the fun of it. I have a new perspective towards sex now." Tina said. Tina's words just didn't set well with Mike. "Sex for the fun of it! The object is for you to get pregnant. You fucking can't get pregnant by sucking Sam's dick or getting fucked in the ass. Now, can you?" "Do you think I am a mare to be breed to some stud for the owner's pleasure? I am a human being. If you had fucked me like Sam, then maybe I would have enjoyed it with you." Tina retaliated. This conversation was headed in the wrong direction. "Okay. Go ahead. Do whatever you have to do to get pregnant. I won't say anything more about it." Sam responded. He may have been pissed at Tina, but he had enjoyed the night with Marsha. There was a lot more that he could say to her, but if she stopped fucking Sam, he would have to stop fucking Marsha. And, Marsha was the best fuck he had ever had. Over at Sam and Marsha's, Marsha normally woke up a half hour before Sam had to get up. This morning she woke up half hour earlier than she usual. Was last night a dream? Fuck, she hoped not. The sight of Sam fucking her sister was so hot. Mike had satisfied her, but that boy could use some lessons. So, Sam was intent upon getting Tina pregnant for his brother. Yeah! right! What a joke! Well, she would be the one to give Mike those lessons he needed. Why not? Sam was teaching Tina to be a good fuck. She would teach Mike to be a good fucker. Marsha got in the shower. As the warm water cascaded off her body, she couldn't help but remember last night. It was so hot. She thought how Mike pounded her from behind while she watched Sam fuck Tina. Shit she was getting horney. Well, she had an extra half hour to play with. Sam was going to have to satisfy her. Marsha exited the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her. As she neared the bed, the towel dropped to the floor. Sam was peacefully sleeping on his back. Marsha climbed on the bed and straddled Sam's face, laying her pussy on his lips. She had spread her pussy lips so that Sam was inside of her. Marsha began to slowly fuck Sam's face. Sam did not remain asleep for long. Instinctively his tongue explored Marsha's cunt. For a few seconds, Sam thought it was Tina. Then he realized that he was in his own bed and Marsha was sitting on his face. "Nasty bitch." He thought. "She needs a severe tongue lashing." And, a severe tongue lashing is what she got. Sam knew what to do. Within a few minutes, Marsha was cumming. Her juice was all over Sam's face. Marsha grabbed the headboard for dear life. She was cumming hard. It was not just Sam that was driving her wild. Marsha was thinking about the erotic adventure of last night. She closed her eyes and could see Sam eating Tina's pussy. Shit. She was squirting all over Sam's face. Marsha thought, "Sam, you motherfucker. You don't deserve this. But, I fucking do." "Eat me you motherfucker. Eat me like you are eating a brand new pussy to asshole. Don't stop, fucker." Marsha blurted out loud. She was cumming time after time. Sam grabbed Marsha's ass with both hands and squeezed, pulling her cunt tighter to his face. Up her back and around to her tits went his hands. Sam mauled Marsha's tits and pinched her nipples. Marsha came again. Oh, Sam loved making a woman cum, and he knew how too. Finally, Marsha was exhausted and rolled off Sam's face onto the bed. "That was great." Marsha said. "I am glad you liked it. Now, it is my turn." Sam slipped his pajama bottoms off. "Sorry, but you have to get to work and I have a million things to do today. I tired to get you to fuck me last night, and you were too tired. You know, you never turn me down. What has gotten into you? Are you getting old or something?" Marsha was playing it to the hilt. She wanted to see if she could make Sam uncomfortable. "Maybe I am getting old. But, tonight I will show you who is getting old. I need to wash my face." Sam said. He wasn't going to make an issue out of anything. Tina was a good fuck now. He wanted the chance to turn her into a great fuck. "Okay. Tonight is a date unless you have to help Mike with his computer again." Marsha said sarcastically. Marsha was not above taking a few more shots at Sam before breakfast. Sam knew it was time to drop the subject. He had a good thing going and didn't want to spoil it. Mike spent the day sitting behind his desk. He was reluctant to get up lest someone discover the bulge in his pants. He couldn't help it. He did not like Sam and Tina having such a good time. But, he would rather let anyone fuck his wife just as long as he could fuck Marsha some more. About 2:00 o'clock, Sam had a meeting with some of their clients. He would be gone for hours. Mike decided to call Marsha. "Hello." Marsha said as she looked at the caller id. She thought it was Sam calling from work. "Marsha, this is Mike. How are you?" Mike said. "Mike, Sam could come home any minute." Marsha warned. "Don't worry. He is in a meeting with some clients. He will be there for hours. The bastard is certainly in a good mood this morning. It make me sick." Mike complained. "Well, motherfucker you are the one who let my husband fuck your wife. Get over it. It was just sex for the fun of it. Just the way it was with you and I." Marsha responded. "You are right. The real reason I called it to tell you that I can't stop thinking about last night. I can't get up from behind my desk because I have had a hard on all day long. It was so exciting. You are so hot. I want to do it again." Mike said. "Yeah. It was fun. Wasn't it. We can do it a lot more. I am going to teach you how to be a good lover. But, you have to abide by the rules." Marsha said. "Okay. Anything. What are the rules?" Mike was excited. "First, this is for fun. Not love. I don't love you. You don't love me. Sam doesn't love Tina, and Tina doesn't love Sam. If she says she does, I know he will set her straight. Next, you cannot be jealous. You asked for it. Now, you got it. Enjoy it. Encourage Tina and Sam to continue for as long as possible. Finally, you cannot tell Sam or Tina what we are doing. At least not until I think we are ready." Tina said. "Okay. I can live with that. I was a little jealous because Tina enjoyed herself with Sam more than with me. But, I want you. You treat me better. You actually enjoy having sex with me. She has never done that." Mike said. "Well, I do enjoy a strange dick for a change. That motherfucker, Sam, has a payback coming to him. The kids are home tonight. Let's give it a break. Try to fuck you own wife for a change. This weekend call Sam to work on you computer again. Right now I have to get back to my housework. Bye." As Marsha hung up the phone, she smiled broadly. This has turned into a lot of fun. It was nice receiving the attention from her brother. Sam had begun taking her for granted and she him. Or, a better way of putting it was there marriage had become stale. Variety would spice it up pretty good. Each night for the rest of the week, Sam and Marsha made passionate love to each other. It was like turning the clock back ten years. There was a new excitement in their lovemaking. Each was thinking about the fun and danger of fucking someone else. But, both admitted to themselves that their spouse was the best fuck around. Tina and Mike were struggling. They had not learned to free themselves of their inhibitions. Mike was worried about pleasing Tina. Tina had no faith in Mike's ability to make her come. Instead of just fucking, each was thinking about fucking. Tina did have to admit that Mike was surprisingly better at eating pussy. Mike was excited that Tina had enjoyed fucking. He had actually made her cum. The second night he didn't have to beg Tina for sex. Tina was waiting for him. But, both were counting the days until they could be with theirs again. They were too insecure to fly solo. They wanted the security of their sex instructors. Friday night eventually rolled around. Everyone was trying to conceal their excitement from their respective spouses. Marsha decided to aggravate Sam a little, "Sam, honey. I am so horney tonight. I want to be fucked like there is no tomorrow." Sam could not help it. His cock twitched and began to stiffen. "So, what do you have in mind. Am I invited?" "Yep. You are invited. I want to be fucked every way but loose. Think you can handle it?" Marsha teased.