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Bi-friends

By: Many Feathers



It was a typical Saturday morning. My husband Brad and I had lived next door to our best friends and neighbors for over five years now. We had just moved into our new home, young in love and excited to begin our journey in life together. Jack and Doreen had moved in just two weeks later, and we'd been the closest and best of friends ever since.

Like us, Jack and Doreen had decided to hold off on having kids for a while, especially as Jack got his new business started. Brad, my husband was a carpenter by trade, and it naturally worked into the two of them going into business. They now designed and made deluxe beautifully styled wooden lawn furniture. Jack more or less ran the business end of things, while Brad entertained himself with designing new pieces, or improving those they had already placed into production. You'd have thought they'd grow tired of working together, but inevitably, they'd end up out in Brad's workshop most Saturday's, tinkering around with a new product, spending a goodly portion of the day together amidst sawdust and varnish. But just as their friendship had bloomed, so had Doreen's, and mine we were now virtually inseparable.

A year earlier Brad and I had put in a new hot tub, Jack and Brad had laid in the new beautiful redwood deck as well, and then just continued on with the project, building another out back of our friends place. Though our backyards were fenced of course with an eight-foot privacy fence, we had kept the two back yards between our homes together. That made it a lot easier for larger gatherings for one, with each of us invited to the others regardless of who was coming. In a way, we had seriously become family. And that made it a lot easier to hot tub as well, which we did often. We had let Jack and Doreen know that they could come over any time to use it, or entertain in it even if we weren't there. Such was the level of trust and friendship we had all gained for one another. So when the time came to put the tub in, and when Brad announced it would be a "skins" only tub, neither Jack or Doreen had any qualms about doing that whatsoever.

I was surprised at how comfortable we all were when we got naked in front of one another for the first time. There was no real awkwardness associated with it aside from the initial embarrassment, but that soon melted away the more we got together. Just sitting in the tub late at night relaxing, having a few drinks and busily chatting away soon overcame whatever inhibitions about being naked in front of one another anyone of us might have had. I'd never really had nor entertained thoughts of being with another woman, though after the second night of sitting out in the hot tub together, Brad and I had enjoyed a rather wild passionate night together. Part of which had come out of our confessions at being aroused at the sight of our friends. Doreen had slightly larger breasts than my own, and had even confided to me a while back how sensitive her nipples were. Apparently she could just about climax simply by having them played with. Mine too were very sensitive, something that Brad certainly appreciated as just feeling his hands on me would very often arouse me to the point of uninhibited, wild abandoned sex, though normally, I would blush at the mere thought of anything outside of the norm.

Secretly, I had of course enjoyed and gotten admittedly aroused over seeing Jack naked too. And though I certainly hadn't seen him in an aroused state, even flaccid, his penis looked to be more than adequate, and I had found myself wondering, even fantasizing about what it might look like when erect. Doreen had likewise confessed to me the same thing about Brad several days later as we sat over coffee discussing how much fun we had all had together, and how comfortable with our being nude in front of one another we had all become.

To pretend there wasn't an air of sexual tension whenever we got together would be lying. There was, though so far we'd only suggestively flirted in front of one another, while all were present, and never done anything behind one another's backs. Our friendship was too important and precious for any of us to even consider doing anything outside of that. But...we had the last time actually fucked in front of one another while out in the tub. It had been a very erotic and enjoyable evening for all of us. And though I still hadn't seen Jack's hard cock even in doing that, it was exciting enough to watch them doing it there in the water beside us as we did. We had later, discussed the possibility, though at the time I treated it as more fantasy of thought than anything really serious, each of us wondering what it might be like to extend that erotic naughty coupling we'd enjoyed together, into some mutual touching perhaps.

We'd discussed it, ended up getting aroused by it, and had fucked one another silly. But we hadn't pursued it any further after that either. I had soon learned that Jack and Doreen had been having very similar thoughts and discussions, and it was slowly starting to look like that could become a very real possibility. The following weekend, we'd indeed taken it one more step, though not necessarily a big one. Though for me at the time, it was. I had never done or experienced anything like that before. 

We had started out flirting, teasing one another just as we'd done before, but to my surprise, this time when the boys suggested we touch one another's boobs, we actually did! I think the fact that we actually did surprised them both, and they then of course urged us to do more. But neither Doreen or I went beyond that, though we had in fact kissed, enjoyed the kissing along with some additional booby grabbing, much to Jack and Brad's delight. That had led to Jack caressing my breasts to some extent, and Brad playing with Doreen's. It was again all in fun, though it had left us all fully aroused and very excited, once again ending up with us all fucking in front of one another. And this time, I had finally seen Jack's hard cock as he shoved it in and out of his wife, as she had turned around there in the hot-tub as he stood behind her fucking her doggy style. Needless to say, Brad soon urged me to do the same, which we did. Sitting there side by side with Doreen as she and I looked over at one another, occasionally even kissing while our husbands fucked us simultaneously together was one of the most erotic experiences of my entire life.

I was already looking forward to the following morning, Saturday, when as was usually the case, I'd end up spending the morning with Doreen over coffee. It was then that the two of us would usually compare notes, talk and candidly share what we were thinking with one another without much if any reservation in doing so.

"Cindy?" I heard my husband calling out to me. "You have any plans I'm not aware of for today?" he'd asked.

I knew where this was going, as was also usual, he was anxious to tinker around out in the shop. He'd recently been fooling around with a brand new design for a lounge chair, and Jack in fact had mentioned coming over the night before in helping him with it.

"Not until later on this evening," I responded back," Just the barbeque we spoke about having last night," I reminded him. "You promised to pick up the steaks remember? Doreen and I are putting together the potato salad this morning to go with it. So as long as you're still planning on doing that for me, I don't really have anything else that needs doing."

I could see the excitement in his eyes, it was evident he was anxious to get working on it, promising he'd pick up the steaks long before getting together. I had laughed, passing Jack on the way over to their house as he came out the back door of theirs heading over to join Brad out in the workshop. Doreen and I immediately got to work cutting up potatoes along with several other things, and then took a break, sitting down at her kitchen table in order to enjoy a cup of coffee together and have a bit of a chat.

"That was damn naughty fun last night wasn't it?" Doreen began. "I don't think that Jack and I have ever been that aroused, or as horny before," she told me. I was surprised at her candid revelation, though Brad and I had pretty much said the same things ourselves. "In fact..." Doreen paused looking at me, and I could see she was trying to gage my reaction before speaking her thoughts. "Jack told me how erotic it would be to see Brad fucking me while he fucked you side by side the way we did it last night." Doreen let that hang for a moment, waiting for my response. At first, I was caught a little off guard by it. Talking about it, even fantasizing about it was one thing, actually doing it...was another.

"Yeah, we've obviously discussed that a little too," I told her without coming out and saying it was something we would do, or wouldn't do. "But yes, it really was a rather naughty night wasn't it?" I tossed back at her remembering the way her hands had felt on my breasts as she played with them, and the way mine had when I'd first touched hers.

"You ever done anything with another woman before?" She asked.

"No, not really, have you?"

Doreen laughed. "A couple of times yes. Once way back in high school, and another just before I met and married Jack. One of those girls night out things, not quite a bachelorette party really, as he hadn't officially asked me to marry him yet, though I knew then he was soon going to. But I'd gone out with a group of friends, one of which was an old high school friend I hadn't seen in years. I had always known of course that she had a thing for women, but she'd never approached me in all the time I had known her. Until that night."

I was intrigued, admittedly getting a little aroused hearing this. "Go on...don't leave me hanging!" I urged her, once again hearing her laugh and smile. She actually reached over, giving my breast a quick cop and a feel before standing up to pour us both some more coffee. I was pleasantly surprised to feel my nipple respond to her touch, quick as it was, and through the material of my bra when she did it. "You're nasty you know that?" I teased her. Doreen looked over the rim of her glasses towards me as she poured our fresh coffee.

"If you only knew," she half murmured, just loud enough that I overheard her. 

"Knew what?" I asked taking the bait.

"Can you keep a secret?" she asked.

"Of course I can! But you of all people should know that!" I said honestly intrigued now.

Doreen studied me for a moment silently as though weighing if she should in fact share with me whatever secret it was. I could see however that whatever it was, she was worried about telling me. Obviously even as close as we were, she was unsure of my response, or how I might actually react to whatever it was.

"I enjoy being with women as much as I enjoy being with men," she said softly, only then looking at me directly. "Though obviously, it's not like I'm out there running around doing that or anything, especially since I haven't been with another woman since Jack and I got married. But I certainly think about it, a lot. And then after last night, just touching you as briefly as I had, I knew then and there, I wanted to do more with you. A lot more! Does that shock you? Surprise you?" she asked.

It did, and I told her so. We were too good of friends for me not to. But I didn't tell her in such a way as to have been offended by her revelation. For one thing, I had gotten pretty aroused myself when she had. Added to that, Brad had gotten obviously aroused as well, so much so that we had not only fucked outside in the hot-tub next to our friends, but had done so again after going into the house to bed. We had a pretty good sex-life, always had had, but it was still rare that Brad ever got it up more than once during the same night. 

"So that it does surprise me a little on the one hand," I then began offering, "It doesn't really surprise me all that much on the other, after all, I was certainly aroused myself as you well knew Doreen. And I will honestly admit, I enjoyed playing with you too," I told her. She smiled at that, obviously relieved.

"I hoped that you were," she told me. "Touching you, kissing you, turned both Jack and I on tremendously too," she informed me. "Even after we went back inside the house, Jack attacked me again even before we got upstairs to the bedroom!"

I laughed at that, sharing with her our very similar experience. "Obviously, seeing the two of us doing even the little we did do had quite an impact on the boys didn't it?"

"Obviously," Doreen said smiling back at me. "And not only that, but Jack really was horny just thinking about Brad's hard stiff cock fucking me too, and he you as well," she then added. "One of my biggest fantasies in fact, and Jack's, is to have another man fucking me from behind while he goes down on me at the same time."

"Holy shit! Seriously? He'd do that?" I said in surprised wonder. She'd just painted a very vivid image in my own head, wondering what that would actually feel like, let alone look like. But I couldn't imagine for a moment Brad doing something like that himself. Doing the fucking maybe, but certainly not the pussy licking with another man's cock in such close proximity.

"Yeah, he would," Doreen said seriously once again. "Jack's not at all homophobic, he's in fact admitted to me on more than one occasion that he enjoys seeing other men's cocks squirt, things like that. And that as a young boy, he had in fact had a few encounters with other guys his age, circle jerks, things like that."

I couldn't remember Brad saying anything one way or the other that would indicate his thoughts on that either way. I knew he in fact worked with one guy who was actually gay, and said he really like the guy, that he was a natural with woodworking and had hired him on. But beyond that, he hadn't mentioned or said another thing about it. And we'd certainly seen more than one x-rated movie together, and I had recalled him asking me if I liked the way one guys cock looked as opposed to someone else's, but I'd always assumed he was just trying to get me to express myself openly to him, getting me even hotter than I already was, which it had. Still, there really hadn't been anything said one way or the other that might lead me to believe he'd still be ok with doing something like that himself.

"Anyway," Doreen went on standing up. "I enjoyed last night, and I'd enjoy doing that again, and even more if you and Brad would be ok with that," she now openly confessed laughing. "Even Brad told me to go for it afterwards," she said which did surprise me.

"Brad told you to go for it?"

"Yeah, he did," Doreen chuckled walking over to stand in front of me. I looked down just as my dear friends hands came up, resting easily, lightly upon my breasts. At first I didn't know what to think, or even how to react, so I basically did nothing, which Doreen took as a sign to continue. She began to softly caress me then, even beginning to undo the buttons on my blouse, which I allowed her to do as she opened it. And even though I still had my bra on, the touch of her hands through it had rapidly hardened my nipples, enough so that they soon pressed fully, quite needfully through the material of my bra. I felt light headed as she thumbed them, teasing each, soon after lifting my own hands and then placing them on hers as well. We stood there, caressing and touching one another, the heat and moisture between my legs swiftly coming to a boil. I began to wonder where all this was heading, if I'd even allow it to head there, when the phone rang, giving me a much needed breather to think all this through.

But the reality was, my panties were now soaked, seriously so. And I made a hand signal to Doreen as she stood talking on the phone to her sister that I was heading back over to the house, but would be right back. I didn't tell her the reason why, or that I needed to change my panties, which I seriously needed to do. But I was also semi-grateful for the "cool down" opportunity, which had presented itself in order to have a moment to think about what had just happened between us.

Doreen nodded her head knowingly, and apologetically for needing to talk to her sister who had called her at such an inopportune time. Just before l walked out the back door heading home, I saw Doreen undo the last remaining buttons on her blouse, taking it off as she talked, wondering as I saw her do that what she might be expecting, even wanting after I had returned.

Normally, it was a pretty straight shot across the yard door to door. Brad's small little workshop had been set up off in the far corner of the yard, far enough away from the house that it wasn't too noisy whenever he was outside working for me to hear him. And in doing it that way, it hadn't at all detracted from the deck or any of the other landscaping either, something I had insisted on. I couldn't hear either the sander or the power saw being used, and decided to take a quick side trip, check on how the boys were doing with their latest project before heading back inside the house in order to change my now very wet panties. My nipples still tingling with excitement from recently having felt Doreen's hands playing with them. To be honest, I think I was just trying to give myself some time to think about what had just happened, and what I was honestly dealing with here. Arousal yes, but confusion too. Doreen was after all my best friend, and Jack now Brads. The last thing I wanted to do, attracted or not, was fuck up our friendship. I needed time to think.

I crossed the yard, heading towards Brad's workshop. Passing along side of the building, I happened to glance into the small window just before reaching the door. I nearly tripped over myself when I did, glancing, and then more purposely looking in. At first my eyes refused to believe what they were seeing, and I even tried to convince myself that they weren't. And then I looked again and stood there with my mouth agape at what I saw.

**

Initially, it looked as though the two of them were just standing there talking with one another. But I realized upon seeing them, that didn't look exactly right either. They were standing awfully damn close together if they were. And then I saw movement, just enough to refocus my eyes in that direction. Even then, it took a moment more for me to accept what I saw was in fact what I was standing there watching! Each had the other's cock in their hand, and was standing there jerking one another off! 

I couldn't believe what I was seeing. There was no doubt about it either, and though I had quickly ducked down beneath the window, I had slowly stood once again, this time being even more careful before looking in. Sure enough, they really were. The expression on my husband's face was simply put, orgasmic. It was evident he was enjoying Jack's hand on his dick as he stood there fondling it. And likewise, Jack too held a lusty pleasure in it, my husband's hand obviously working his shaft in much the same way. I ducked down, and then walked back across the yard back into Doreen's house. 

My heart was beating wildly. I had been confused enough as it was before, and I was even more so now. The emotions that were swirling around inside my head had made me dizzy, so much so that I actually thought I might collapse. I felt a twinge of what..."Jealousy?" I wondered, and then shook that off. I wasn't really jealous, not really...more like in shock. The thought of Brad of all people being fondled by another man wasn't something I would have ever imagined in a million years. I entered our friend's house, Doreen just then remerging into the kitchen from having come from upstairs. She had changed shirts, instead of the blouse she'd been wearing, she now had on a tight fighting light blue tee shirt, and she was obviously no longer wearing a bra. Stenciled lettering across the front read, "These tits are his." Her twin hard little points were almost obscenely pressing against the front of her shirt, and though my eyes found them immediately, I looked up at her face. My expression showing her when I did, that I was indeed in somewhat of a state of shock.


Bi Friends: Bryn Mawr & U of P



This is part one of a long tale...

My beloved Indian girlfriend, Anarkali, would sneak me into her dorm room with some regularity. No mean feat, since she went to Bryn Mawr and boys in the dorm rooms at any time was a big no no.

She was blessed with a really cool room mate, Annie. Annie was a petite girl with sparkling eyes and a tiny mouth that always seemed to have a smile. She didn't mind that Anarkali and I would screw, laughing, drunk, just a few feet from her, in the middle of the night.

In the morning, she would make coffee and sit across from us, grinning and laughing with us, all a part of the silliness of being young and out in the world and full o' beans.

Annie would accompany us on occasional road trips and on regular drinking forays. The idea of actually sleeping with her didn't really occur to us, or at least it didn't occur to me (MUCH!). One night she introduced us to a buddy of hers who went to my school, the University of Pennsylvania. Jo was half Japanese, though she looked mostly Japanese. She was short, cute, bow legged, and stocky in a girl jock muscle bound way. She had sort of a raggedy page boy doo, little glasses, capri pants (very mod for the early 80s) and a cotton sleeveless shirt on at the time. She looked at me and I at her like two cartoon dogs with their heads turned slightly in a look of total curiosity. There was an instant sizing up of each other, not unfriendly yet not friendly, almost a smiling challenge from each to both. In a flash I read her as a tomboy dyke and at the same time I was utterly floored by her natural beauty and by... I'm not sure by what but totally sure by SOMETHING.

All this lasted a split second and I don't think it was picked up by anyone but she and I. But we both grinned our way through our helloes and from that point on we would occasionally, yet regularly, steal glances at each other. Imagine a glare with a smile, if you will. 

I found all this delightfully confusing. Jo was small breasted, thickish waist that was all muscle, though fortunately she had a small but righteously fine woman's butt. Her wiseacre face is what had me going. She was beautiful in a completely unusual way and I was embarrassed how utterly attracted to her I was.

We went out drinking, which is something we just loved to do in our college years. Later, all four of us stumbled back to the dorm... I was successfully smuggled in, and we collapsed into the two tiny beds, Anarkali and I into one, and Annie and Jo into the other. Before that night I hadn't thought of Annie as a girl lover... but why not? What the hell? It was the 80s, after all, and it was Bryn Mawr, for chrissakes!

Anarkali passed out completely, and I was pressed against the wall in the darkness. Annie had a Charlie the Tuna nightlight on her side of the room, just above the bed. Low wattage or not, it gave me a clear view of the two of them, and I wasn't shy about watching. There was quiet giggling and slow but steady grinding on the bed. Their kissing was very slurpy, and they kept cracking up. It was all I could do to keep from laughing myself, just from the drunken goofinrdd they were making of the whole thing.

Suddenly, their sheets flew off and Jo jumped up and took off the rest of her clothes. Annie was still on the bed, pulling all her clothes off as well. Jo stood at the foot of the bed, like a swimmer waiting for the gun. Annie now lay naked, turned towards the room, on one elbow, looking up at Jo, grinning. The soft light from Charlie the Tuna created a tableau like an erotic Renaissance painting.

Then they began to fuck. Hip grinding, moaning. Sometimes straight on, sometimes at more of an angle to each other. The passion, however, was amazingly thick. The kissing was almost violent, their arms around each other so tight it was like love wrestling. I was completely fascinated, having never seen girls fuck before. I'd been with neighbor girls growing up, who had 69ed, passionately, but this was so much more intense.

Then, BOOM! They fell out of the bed and exploded into laughter! From my angle I could only see part of them, but their drunken girlie horniness soon overcame their drunken silliness. There was more loud making out on the floor, then something else I'd never seen... they lay with their pussies together and their heads away from each other, holding each other's hands and wrists and bumping pussies like wild creatures. There were very athletic groaning sounds, mixed in with sounds like teaching a baby the 'm' sound and then the 'g' sound, then almost the sound of a powerful car engine winding out a mile away, and snorting exhales.

They collapsed into long mmmmmmmm sounds, and I lay pinned to the wall by my beautiful, totally bombed girlfriend, my young dick a telephone pole with nowhere to go. I let the booze take me away, and slept a good sleep.... coffee would be good in the morning......

Stay tuned for part two...



Bi Friends:  Bryn Mawr au Go Go



Enjoy!

If you have observations, questions, comments, etc.,as long as they're cheerful, feel free to e-mail me.....................

*****

They were both sitting on the edge of the bed, facing us and grinning so hard it must have hurt. Annie, I was used to, it was part of our routine... but Jo sitting next to her had slipped right into our world and the fit was very natural, warm and good, and especially funny. Jo was wearing a small man's undershirt, or A shirt, over her tiny chest and nothing else. Annie had on panties and no top. Both were full of the joy of having done something deliciously wicked in front of someone else... that someone being me.

Anarkali had slept through the whole thing, but was brought up to speed as she was handed her morning cuppa coffee. When Anarkali was hung over, as she was now, it was like the end of the world for her... slow, quiet, and painful until she'd had coffee and a shower. She sat on the edge of her bed in the tiny dorm room, hair disheveled and just a few feet from the grinning Annie and Jo. I was still pinned to the wall, but I had to go for a morning p p. Naked, but no stranger to those in the tiny room, I hopped out of bed to go pee in a tall cup we kept for just such times. This was, after all, the dorm at Bryn Mawr.

"Can we see it?" the girls asked, still goofy, still grinning. I didn't have to ask what 'it' was. "I'm OK with that," Anarkali said through her hair in a comically miserable monotone. Hell, the beds were so close that just getting out of bed put me right in front of them.  I stepped forward, they stared. "Can we touch it?" "I'm OK with that," Anarkali said again, just as grimly hung over.

"Doink!" Annie said as she gave my willie a little poke, and the sound made the three of us crack up. Jo didn't say anything at first, but she gave it a gentle stroke like petting a cat. "Can I touch these?" she said as she looked up at me, less of a grin and more of a warm smile. "I'm OK with that," I said and Annie howled with laughter. Jo said nothing as she carefully cupped my balls and raised her hand up and down a few times. She rolled her thumb over the front of them while holding the back, then looked up again, smiled, and let them be.

Jo had entered our world.

Anarkali and I had a very busy life, between school, day trips to Philly, New York and DC, horseback riding at my folk's farm, cooking and drinking with friends, and mad lovemaking. We designed much of our time together to leave some sort of room for a tryste. Picnics were somewhere where it was OK to sneak off for a kiss, campus strolls headed us off to favorite boffing places, especially the theater building. We weren't obsessed, just enthusiastic!

One night, we met up at Dirty Frank's bar in Center City, and I knew there was something different in the air, something not good. We had never been anything but open with each other, and I could tell something was on her mind, troubling her normally tender soul and making her tense. She'd had a few, and I downed a few shots of Bourbon and suggested we stroll up to Rittenhouse Square to enjoy the beautiful evening. We walked, hand in hand, then arm in arm, chatting yet somehow avoiding. I didn't like it, and was genuinely worried about her.

We settled into a bench far enough away from everyone else in the park, and she burst into sobs. "I cheated on you!" she wailed, shaking and crying into my chest. I was a little floored, having been very monogamous for probably the first time in my very randy life. Before I could ask who-what-where-when-how, or not, she went on. "WITH ANNIE!", she burbled. "SHE FUCKED ME UP THE ASS!" she wailed. I unsuccessfully tried to stifle a laugh while holding her and trying to comfort her. She was a little more drunk than I'd realized and uncharacteristically loud, especially when confessing such comically henious sex crimes. "Thats OK, honey, I'm sure it was just..." "SHE USED LESBIAN LOGIC ON ME!!!!!!"

That was it. I'd had a few, myself, and absolutely fell over, laughing. "Lesbian logic? What the hell is that?" She looked up, mascara running (why would a beautiful woman, with big beautiful brown eyes, gild the lily like that?) and started to laugh. "I just made that term up. What do you think?"

I sputtered through my smile that I thought I liked it, but not if it was making her upset. "Well, what would you call it", she said as she sat up and smiled through her mess of a tear stained, beautiful face. Apparently they were drinking at our friend Margaret's, and had had more than a few (what else is new?), and Annie had gotten a wicked look on her face and leaned in and announced she wanted to ask Anarkali a series of questions, and expected honest responses. The request was agreed to and Annie began...

"If I jerk off (an odd term for a girl to use, but it was what Annie liked to call it) in our dorm room and you're there, is that cheating on your boyfriend?"

"No", was the proferred answer.

"If you jerk off in our room and I'm there is that...?"

"No."

"If we both jerk off at the same time, and we're both awake and KNOW we're both doing it, is that cheating on your boyfriend?"

"No."

"If I lend you my wand, and you use it while I jerk off, is that...?"

"No."

Apparently, Annie had gotten herself quite worked up at this point, smiling, laughing, but all with a decidely wicked twist.

"If I hold onto the end of it while you use it, while I'm jerking off, is that cheating on your boyfriend?"

"No."

"If I put it in your ass, and hold onto it and work it, while you jerk off and so do I, is that cheating on your boyfriend?"

Anarkali confessed to me that she thought all of this was so delightfully, drunkenly silly, and yet humor was no stranger to our various approaches to sex, and of course she was now dying to know where her nutty friend was going... so on they went...

"No," she said.

"THEN," Annie said, rising triumphantly, or at least as triumphantly as such a tiny gal could muster, "if I add a strap to the wand and strap it on me, and fuck you up the ass, would that be cheating on your boyfriend?"

"... Well... I suppose... no?"

At that point Margaret burst back into the room, wearing some heavy, vintage faux Oriental smoking jacket robe and her head wrapped up with black cloth like the invisible man. She wasn't supposed to be there, or at least Anarkali wasn't supposed to acknowledge her presence, like in a Japanese No play, and Margaret and Annie whisked her into the parlor and and spread her over huge pillows and fucked her up the ass with Annie's 'wand' and Crisco, like a gay cartoon.

Anarkali finished her tale and batted her messy eyes at me, looking like Tammy Fay Baker gone Bollywood. I'm not easily silenced, and wanted to make sure I proceeded with caution. It seems that she wasn't worried about the anal sex with two of her Bryn Mawr buddies, it was just that Annie had couched each step in the 'cheating or not cheating' scenario and Anarkali had felt like maybe she HAD cheated the next morning. "During your terrible hang over," I noted. Yes, she agreed, but it really had bothered her all the next night, all night long. She really did love me so much.

And I loved her so, very, very much............. 



Bi Friends: By Accident? By Design?



In my last submission, I said something that wasn't true...

I said that I hadn't indulged in guy sex since those days in the hay loft, and that is mainly true, except for one remarkable exception...

When I was in college in the 80s, I had an incredibly funny girlfriend that I'll call Anarkali. Anarkali was from India, though she'd lived most of her life here. She was very peppy in an American way, and yet had a natural, sinewy flow to her being that can only come from the Indian subcontinent.

Anarkali had the kind of approach to sex and lovemaking that I have. Regular and often, and incredibly funny! We laughed SO much when we were between the sheets, that her roommate jokingly complained more about the laughter than the lovemaking.

She was going to Bryn Mawr and I was at the University of Pennsylvania. I was very much the punk rocker. She was comically new wave. I gave her much grief over some of her musical choices, but it was all just part of our happy, good times. We would get together at my tiny apartment in University City or at her dorm room at Bryn Mawr. Bryn Mawr was a little hairy, because any of the girls there could have turned us in at any time. Guys in the dorm were strictly verboten!

Her family were very wealthy Indian business tycoons, and sending her to a girl's college was meant to keep her a virgin until she was ready to marry the boy that had been chosen for her. This was still done among wealthy Indians, and Anarkali actually had no problem with it. She knew the boy well, and felt that it would be a pretty good marriage. The pre arranged finality of our relationship added to the over the top wildness of our lovemaking. 

In the future, perhaps I'll write a little of some of our more comically erotic moments. This quick story is about a little arrangement she made to see how far I would go with her boy cousin.

Anarkali was the only girl I ever told about how natural and fun it was sucking dick when I was younger. She thought that it was absolutely the coolest, and wanted to see it happen. I told her no, that that kind of thing is fine at a certain age, but is likely to get you into hot water if indulged in as a more grown up grown up. Tosh, she replied, I was a sex hypocrite, and if I really loved her, I would let her figure something out. We laughed and I let it be for the time being.

Not long after, we visited her Uncle's giant house in Westchester County, New York. This was unusual, because Anarkali was keeping me out of her family's view, but the Uncle was back in India, and we would have the run of the place to ourselves. Her cousin, who I'll call Neddie because I know it'll piss him off, was also supposed to be away.

Anarkali told me, while we were fucking on a particularly valuable antique carpet, that she had turned Neddie into somewhat of a sex slave. She had caught him sucking another Indian boy two years before, and having that to hold over his head, she had insisted that he kiss her peach and fuck her several times since then. It allowed her to explore a comically dominant personality that she thought suited her more than any attempt at a genuinely stern dom facade. "Bullshit!" I cried, but she said it was true. I told her I believed her, but that it was just her way to have some old fashioned cousin to cousin sex play. She agreed, but said it put her in a position to direct things, which she liked.

Anarkali liked to tell me over the top things while I was inside of her. The conversation slowed us down a little, then what we had just talked about would send us into super orgasm! 

She prepared a beautiful lunch for us and then, sure enough, her cousin happened to come home. Now, I'm not really a total dope, so I knew where all this was going, but I loved her so much and enjoyed watching her put things together, that I just let it all roll along. We had drinks, the kind of giant drinks that college kids like to pour, and in no time we were all pretty lit. OK, really lit!

"I told Johnny that I caught you sucking that boy, and that you had to do whatever I tell you, if I want" she said with a comical combination of raging lust and sloppy drunkenness. I burst out laughing, which would have been fine if it was just she and I, but Neddie looked like he was going to cry. I told him that I was just laughing because his cousin was such a fuckin' nut! 

She pulled her top off and told him to get undressed (a little too forcefully, I thought). He did and then she asked me, very sweetly, if I would do the same. "Johnny, please fuck me right here while Neddie watches. I would REALLY like it!" she laughed. Her laugh was always so remarkable, and of course I would indulge her kookiness.

We settled right into our very natural lovemaking, gawking cousin or not. It was extra hot being watched and we both had to keep from coming the instant we touched each other. She told Neddie to lay down with his dick close to her face, so she could watch him stroke it while we made love. After a little while, she told him to come closer so she could lick the head while we made love. She said she had always wanted to try two dicks, and now here she was! Her talking was, again, a way to slow us down a little. I told her she looked beautiful with Neddie's dick in her mouth. She pulled it out and kissed me really hard, then went back to sucking him, then kissed me really hard again while really bucking her hips. Again, I'm no dope, and I could see where this was leading, but I let her lead as if I had no clue.

She sucked, then kissed, then sucked, then kissed. She looked me in the eyes with her incredibly beautiful big brown eyes. Her look was a question... please... would I... I let her pull my face closer while she sucked, then our kiss included the edges of Neddie's beautiful dark dick. I pretended to hesitate, then I let her direct the whole thing into my mouth. She started to come with one of the most intense girlgasms I've ever felt. I let go inside her as Neddie let go in and on both of our mouths and all over both of our faces which added to our crazed cum kisses. I don't remember it being particularly copious, but definitely thick, and Anarkali made much of licking it up from my face then french kissing me like crazy, then broke our embrace completely and jumped on Neddie and french kissed him with his come and our spit like a madwoman.

There will ALWAYS be a special place in my heart for my Anarkali, even though I have not seen her in a million years. Our style of lovemaking and sex play was an inspiration for the rest of my life! 

And Neddie? I have actually run into him, twice, over the years. Don't worry Neddie, your secret is safe with me, but I sure hope you read this! Say hello to your cousin for me!

* * * * *

After all these years, I admit (with a grin!) to a desire to meet a discreet bi couple or mostly straight guy in the mid Atlantic region for the VERY rare yet very fine get together. It has to be cool and has to have a little atmosphere and sense of adventure, or why bother? Not interested in meeting anyone simply because they have genitalia and are willing to use it. Did I mention that I like to laugh after I come? It needs to be like that for you, too! I would love to meet a couple who have finally confessed their earlier same sex encounters to each other, and the idea of it has so turned the wife on that she would like to have hubby and I try a very slow, but really fun 69 for her entertainment. In the right setting, THAT sounds like fun to this 99 percent straight guy! I LOVE barns, Lake George, Cape May, equestrian events, the empty theater at my old school, etc. You should be active and involved in the arts or music, have a kind laugh that you aren't afraid to let fly, be healthy and in good shape, and actually BE 99 percent straight...

OK, here we go!!

I can be reached at the address in my profile.



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We sat playing like this for quite some time. It was clearly evident we were all highly aroused, the slick, slippery sounds coming from each one of us giving testimony to that.

"God baby...lick her, lick her for me," Jack half begged. "Let me see you lick Cindy's cunt...please!"

"Tit for tat?" Doreen asked hopefully. Jack looked briefly at Brad. "Ok?" He asked half imploring Brad to agree. It was evident that Jack wanted to see this, and knew by way of agreement what would be expected if they did.

"Yeah, fuck yeah!" Brad moaned giving in to his own needful desires, his inhibitions, be they what they may have been, melting away in a second as Jack continued thumbing his prick, Brad still likewise fondling and openly playing with Jack's cock too, and obviously enjoying it as he did.

Though I had heard all this, realizing it, even as Doreen suddenly stood up, quickly kneeling down in front of me, I wasn't quite yet believing it however. Wanting to see her, both Jack and Brad stood, their proud stiff pricks leading the way as they came over to stand on either side of where I was sitting. Doreen now comfortably positioned between my legs there on the grass.

"Hold yourself open for me," Doreen breathed against my cunt. "So they can see how pretty your pussy is while I do this," she stated.

I reached down, holding myself open, somewhat embarrassed in doing so, yet highly aroused at the same time as I glanced up, seeing the two beautiful hard stiff pricks as the boys stood stroking themselves now, Doreen's tongue only then beginning to lap at the hard little nub of my clit, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me.

"That is so...fucking hot!" Jack stated, watching his wife's tongue dancing about and through the pink wet folds of my split. Looking down, I saw what he did as she pressed her finger tips just beneath it, forcing it to protrude even more fully, more vulnerably as she did so before taking it between her lips sucking it.

"Oh my God!" I moaned involuntarily, just as I felt one of Jack's hands, and then Brad's likewise cupping and playing with my equally aroused nipples. "Yes! Yes! Oh fuck...yes!" I damn near howled at the exquisite sensations I was now feeling. Doreen's sweet flicking tongue, and then Brad's prick-tip as he placed it lovingly against my breast, even slapping it with his hard stiff shaft as he stood next to me. "Do the other one too!" I urged Jack, hotly...wantonly, my self-consciousness at being so utterly decadent now long since gone. Just feeling their hard pricks rubbing against my tits now as Doreen licked, kissed and sucked my cunt was driving me insane. I was honestly delirious with pleasure now, already the sensation of impending climax was beginning to materialize. Only a few more moments of this, and Doreen's lips, tongue and fingers would soon have me going over the edge.

"Yeah baby, yeah!" Jack urged his wife. "Make her cum now...make her cum hard!"

The moment he said that, I was. 

I lay there pleasurably trying to recover, my body still tingling with the joy of climax, Doreen's words only then beginning to register.

"Well, that's one of us...now it's your turn," she told her husband. I opened my eyes having heard that. I even watched as she led Brad back over towards his chair by the dick, giggling upon seeing that.

"Careful sweetie," I warned Doreen. "Don't pull on it too much, you'll make him cum before we get to see anything." Doreen laughed, though Brad shot me a teasing disgusted look, though he smiled. Helping him to sit down in his chair, it was then our turn to stand on either side of the boys, Jack already positioning himself on the grass between my hubbies's outstretched legs. Just seeing Brad's stiff penis, the way it seemed to throb expectantly, the head so large, perhaps larger than I had very often seen it as he sat there expectantly. I don't know if this was something Jack would admit to having done before too, or if it fact it had been a while since he had. But Doreen and I both watched with eager anticipation as he suddenly wrapped his fist around Brad's prick, holding it as he then leaned over, engulfing the upper third of my husband's shaft within his mouth, sucking it.

Brad groaned, unable to do anything else, obviously it felt good, and even more so I as then reached down, tweaking my husband's nipples between my fingers, something I knew he enjoyed my doing whenever he was feeling his pleasures. See that, Doreen joined me, soon doing the same to his other one as we watched rapturously, seeing Jack, our dear friend and neighbor, obviously enjoying himself as he slowly stroked and softly sucked my husband's prick.

It was an odd thing for me. I had on more than one occasion, watched myself, sucking my husband off in the full-length mirror in our bedroom. Here however, I was watching someone else as they did it, not to mention in being his best friend Jack who now was. Unashamedly, I reached down, my still somewhat sensitive clit too tender to touch, though my fingers began slipping in and out of my very wet split, fingering myself once again unabashedly.

"Turn you on to see your husband's cock getting sucked by another man?" Brad asked, his eyes clearly full of lust as he sat watching me finger myself, just as Doreen began doing too. And though he watched us, he spent equal time looking down, watching his prick disappear in and out of Jack's mouth as his friend sucked him, licked him, and gently rolled his balls within the palm of his hand.

"That's so fucking naughty hot!" Doreen mewled hotly, her fingers pinching her clit as she spread herself, clearly revealed, and then pulled it between the two only inches away from my husband's face. "You see what watching you is doing to me?" she asked. Even I had to look at that, the wondrous expression in my own face as this creamy nectar like juice began flowing out of my best friend's cunt. She gathered up a bit of her essence with two fingers, holding it like poi as she then fed it to Brad. He tasted her, sucking her fingers as she again dipped, scooping out another honeyed mouthful, and then giving it to me. I too licked, sucked, and cleaned off her lubricated fingers, savoring the taste of my best friend's sweet tasty cum cream.

"Fuck man...I'm getting close!" Brad warned a few minutes later. It was evident he was, the strained look on his face, the almost glassy-eyed pleasure as he fought against the inevitable.

Even Jack looked up expectantly, wondering if he'd performed well enough. I was surprised when Doreen shook her head no. "All the way baby...same as I did," she told him. I made her cum with my mouth, now...in all fairness, you have to do the same."

Even Brad seemed surprised at that, expecting her to let Jack off the hook perhaps, but without any further hesitation, Jack once again surrounded my husband's cock, sucking it with renewed interest, his hand likewise pumping his shaft bringing Brad closer and closer to his pleasure.

"Fuck dude! I'm gonna shoot!" I watched as my husband arched his back to some degree, his ass actually coming up out of the chair. For a second Jack quit sucking, though his hand continued to pump, his cheeks suddenly billowing out, and Doreen and I both knew, Brad's prick was indeed filling his friends mouth with his hot fresh cream.

"Don't swallow!" Doreen cried out surprising everyone. "Give it to me!"

My best friend certainly had a wild side, I'd seen it enough times before, though perhaps never quite to the same extent I was seeing it tonight. But even this was wickedly erotic, hearing her desire, and then seeing it as having finally drained my husband's cock, Jack stood, his mouth full of Brad's spunk, and then kissing his wife, slowly allowing Brad's sperm to flow from his mouth into hers as she took it, only then swallowing, her hand already reaching down to grab onto his prick as they stood there together, stroking it.

"Fuck!" Brad moaned, the obvious pleasured exhaustion in his tone of voice, though marveling at the wickedly devilish act we both witnessed. "Unfucking believable!" he then added, which I could only agree with, shaking my head.

"I guess that means I'm up!" I announced, to which Doreen laughed. 

"As is Jack," she said still holding on to his massively hard prick. "So boys...what is it you'd like to see or do now?" she asked. "Some more pussy licking? Cunt fucking? What?" Even I could hear how turned on Doreen was, her tone having gone from naughty sounding, to pure lust in an instant. Even as she said that, she had buried her fingers back inside her cunt once again, openly frigging herself as we all stood there watching her.

I looked over towards Brad, wondering at that moment what was going on in his mind. "Whatever you'd like," he said looking at me. "No matter what," he then added seriously. "We're with friends here, the best of friends, so as far as I'm concerned honey...the sky's the limit!"

"A little conference then please?" Doreen suggested, "While we discuss this?" she said. "And why don't you two do the same then, oh...and pour us some of those margarita's while we all take a break for a minute."

I let Doreen draw me off to one side, out of earshot from the boys, even then she still hadn't quit touching herself. I had seen Doreen aroused, horny before of course, but never like this. "All right Doreen, spill it, what's going on inside of that naughty, kinky, dirty minded head of yours?" I asked.

She grinned almost evilly. "Before I tell you what I'm thinking of, I have a question to ask you. And please...be honest with me when I do," she said. Curious, I agreed. After all we'd been through together so far, I couldn't imagine holding much back from her.

"Shoot!"

"Have you and Brad ever had anal sex before?"

The intimacy of her question surprised me, but after everything we'd been through so far tonight, holding back now seemed silly. "A few times, yes. Why?"

"Do you enjoy it when you do?" she asked without answering my question. "Or do you just do it for Brad?" she pressed.

I did feel my face growing red, but I answered her honestly. "No...I really do enjoy it, not something we do all the time mind you, but yes Doreen...I do. So again, I'll ask you...why?"

"We haven't," she confessed, which for some reason surprised me. As open minded, certainly more so than I was, hearing her say this had taken me totally by surprise. "He's always wanted to, but I've always been afraid to myself," she continued by way of explanation. "We've even tried to do it, but I just can't seem to relax enough to accommodate him, to allow it."

"Why are you asking me this?" I then asked, now really curious as to where this was all going.

"Because there's something else I've always wanted to see too," she then told me. "You know how I told you I do have that strap on I purchased a while back?"

"Yeah?" I grinned. "So?"

"Well, I've actually fucked Jack with it," she told me, another revelation that burned an immediate image inside my head.

"No shit! Seriously?"

"Seriously!"

"Fuck, I wouldn't mind seeing something like that myself!" I openly admitted, once again aroused by the prospect of seeing it.

"Ok then, how about this one?" Doreen ventured. "Though I guess a lot of it will depend on how the guys might feel about it, but what I'd really like to see them do now...is this."

Doreen told me what she'd love to see, my mouth agape, hanging open as she did, even as the boys approached us, fresh margaritas in hand. They could tell we'd been discussing something as they drew near.

"Ah oh...now we're in for it!" Brad mused curiously, handing me my drink, which I damn near swallowed in one gulp. See this, he turned towards Jack. "Like I said..."

**

We had sat sipping our drinks taking a break while I likewise digested what it was that Doreen had asked me, and then suggested. Had it not been for the high level of arousal I was in, I might have said no to it, but the more I sat there, thinking about it, seeing my husband's prick stiffen once again, along with looking at Jack's, I finally made up my mind.

"Let's do it," I whispered a few minutes later, "provided they're willing of course." Doreen smiled knowingly.

"Oh, there's no problem with Jack, trust me," she winked. "It will depend entirely on your husband, if he'll be willing to do it," she then told me. I thought about that for only a moment.

"No problem, I know how to get him to agree to anything," I then said. "You know Stacy and Ken, the gal that handles all the billing and invoicing for them?"

"Oh yeah, that cute little blonde with the enormous tits? You mean that one?" she laughed openly. "Which I honestly believe is one of the reasons the two of them hired her, why do you ask?" I laughed in agreement with that, though Stacy really was a whiz around the office, having kept things far more orderly than anyone else they had ever had.

"On fantasy night..."

"Fantasy night?"

"Never mind...I'll tell you about that another time," I said heading her off. "Anyway...we have a night, we call fantasy night. And on that night, we can tell, share, confess any of our darkest deepest desires with one another, and pretend if we want to even, to be someone else, or talk about someone else...openly, without reservation. So anyway...Brad told me on one of those nights how he'd actually stumbled into the bathroom at the main shop, especially since they only have the one there. Anyway, he thought that Stacy had gone out to lunch, not knowing she was still there. So he goes in to use the bathroom, and you know how that silly lock on the door is, one hard little push, and it opens anyway."

"Yeah, noticed that myself once," Doreen remembered as someone had likewise inadvertently opened the door on her once too. "Go on..."

"Anyway, so he opens the door, and there she is, sitting on the john, only the lids closed, she's just using it for a seat, she's got her legs spread wide open, and she's using this vibrator on herself, doesn't even realize for a second that poor Brad is standing there looking at her."

"Oh my God, that's too fucking funny! Then what happened?"

Finally, she realizes he's standing there, except she doesn't freak out, come all unglued or anything like that. A little embarrassed by it yes, but she doesn't jump up or try to hide what it was she was doing either. Brad apologizes, backs out and closes the door. Fifteen minutes later, she comes out, a pleasured smile on her face. Obviously, she finished doing what she'd gone in there to do in the first place. Later on, when Brad came to ask her about one of the client bills that was still pending, she asks him if that had made him nervous, or upset him any. Telling him she hoped it hadn't, as she and Ken had a pretty open marriage. It seems that they have partied and played with a few other couples themselves. Which he told me all about of course that night, long before the four of us even did anything ourselves. Anyway, he'd mentioned it as something to think about, should we ever decide we might want to. Needless to say, I know he'd love to stick his dick in her cunt...so, having said that." I grinned at Doreen.

Once again Doreen laughed. "Well, we'll use that perhaps, but only if we have too. I think, we'll get them to go along with it without having to resort to that, though it's certainly something for us to discuss at a later time, not to mention I want to hear more about these fantasy nights of yours," she said winking at me. "But I think, after all this, we'll let Jack actually do the convincing himself, trust me," she added smiling.

"So...you two ready for some more fun?" Jack asked hopefully, not yet having gotten his own rocks off yet, his prick, though somewhat flaccid at the moment, looked on the verge of already beginning to stiffen again at the mere mention of that.

"We certainly are," Doreen smiled wickedly. "And there's something that Cindy and I have discussed as what we'd both like to see and do, provided you two are as well of course."

"Which is?" Brad asked curiously, though I noticed that his cock too had suddenly seemed to express its own interest.

"Well, the one thing I've never been able to do yet, and something that Jack has always wanted to do, is fuck my ass. Obviously, Cindy and Brad have before...several times."

"You have?" Jack said spinning towards Brad. "You lucky fuck you! Damn!" Brad grinned sheepishly.

"Anyway, here's the deal here. Cindy's agreed to let Jack have her ass, but only if Jack's willing to let Steve have his."

"What? Excuse me? You wanna run that one by me again?" Brad stated incredulously. As Doreen knew it would be, Jack immediately jumped in.

"Brad, buddy, listen up for a minute," Jack urged his friend. "Doreen's fucked me several times with her strap on, and to be honest about it, I like it! It feels damn fucking good, especially if she's jerking me off with her hand at the same time. So...having a real cock in my ass wouldn't be any big deal to me, provided you're ok with it," he then stated. "So I wouldn't mind it at all...if you don't. And I'd finally get to feel what it's like myself...at least once!" Jack half begged his friend.

Brad looked at me, quizzically, curiously, wondering. "I'd personally love seeing that myself," I told him candidly. "So if you're ok with it honey...you know I am, and obviously Jack and Doreen are. And didn't we already say earlier that the sky's the limit?"

He only took a moment more to actually think about it. "I guess, but not without protection," he stated a second later. Jack grinned.

"No worries, lots of rubbers up in our bedroom," he said. "As a matter of fact, why don't we take all this up there now anyway where we can get a lot more comfortable too."

"Yeah, and be able to see ourselves in the wall mirror!" Doreen added as suggestion, which I knew Jack would love seeing, having already approached me with turning one wall of our bedroom into mirrors just as our friends had done.

Grabbing our drinks, we soon followed one another into the house and upstairs into their bedroom. Doreen opened the vanity, producing some very slick very special lubricant, which they had actually tried using before. And though as good as it was, she'd still been unable to accommodate her husband even with that.

"Here's the condoms, and here's this lubricant we bought a while back too," she added handing it to Brad.

Within minutes, I had positioned myself on the bed, kneeling down, looking at myself in the wall mirror as Jack knelt behind me, first rolling down the condom over his hard stiff prick, and then applying some lubrication to himself, as well as to me afterwards.

I knew what was coming next, as we talked about it privately outside, wondering now if Brad would be willing to go along with it as Doreen spoke. "Brad? Once Jack's inside your wife's ass? See if you can get your nice hard cock inside of his too. I would love to see the three of you all fucking like that together, if you think you can manage it," Doreen finally said spitting it all out.

"Yeah, I'd love seeing that myself, especially watching it in the mirror," I then added, hoping that would be enough to convince Brad to try anyway, though I was prepared to take it a step further if I had to.

We all waited a moment as Brad sat there thinking about it. Maybe it was the realization that I'd be involved in it as well that convinced him. That way it wouldn't just be he and his best friend one on one together or something like that.

"Ok," he said simply, and then smiled as Doreen rolled on one of the other condoms over his prick, taking some minor pleasure in her doing that as she did do.

"Now, wait until Jack's all nice and comfy inside Cindy's ass," she suggested excitedly. "Then I'll lube up Jack's ass for you once he's in there."




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As I watched us in the mirror, my ass raised up, my breasts pressed against the mattress, Jack then slowly managed his cock inside my tight hot ass until I felt the entire length of him filling me fully. Once he was, he remained so positioned half squatting over me, as Doreen now took charge, guiding Brad's prick towards her husband's well-lubricated asshole. Unlike Jack, Brad would be near standing upright behind the two of us as Doreen helped ease him inside.

"Oh fuck! That's hot!" she said once he was in, as we all turned to look at ourselves in the mirror. Surprisingly enough, it was too. "Too bad it wouldn't be too awkward, I'm half tempted to get out my strap-on," she joked seriously.

"You know...what you can do is this," I then realized. "Slip underneath me...I still haven't tasted you yet you know!"

Delighted, Doreen quickly did just that, slipping in beneath me where I was easily able to lick her deliciously wet split, feeling Jack's hard stiff cock buried deep in my ass where he began to slowly, somewhat cautiously fuck me, though I was already used to him being inside and urged him then to take more forceful pleasures with me. Likewise, looking in the mirror, Brad too was now doing the same to Jack, moving with him, thrusting inwards just as Jack was, soon getting into a nice slow steady rhythm of it as the four of us now began truly enjoying ourselves. I was pleased by the expression on my own husband's face to see whatever doubts or concerns he might have had, they were now gone as he slid in and out of Jack's ass with ease, and a smile on his face as he did so.

"Oh yeah, fuck his ass baby!" I cried out, and fuck mine too!" I likewise urged Jack unnecessarily. 

"Shut up and eat my cunt!" Doreen reminded me however, as I'd suddenly neglected her, returning immediately to once again begin lapping at her wide-open pussy with my tongue.

Doreen lay on her back beneath me, pulling and twisting on her nipples, crying out obscenities as she did. I lay, licking her sweet delicious pussy, sucking her clit, reaching back between my legs as I frigged my own hard clit, the feel of Jack's prick skewering me from behind. And then Jack in turn, feeling my own husband's cock ramming in and out of his ass simultaneously.

It wasn't long before the intensity of that began triggering orgasms. Jack had been forced to endure the longest, so it wasn't at all unexpected when he simply announced it, thrusting deep, grunting, moaning, and then filling me with his hot wet delicious cream.

"Oh fuck! Here it comes! Here it comes!" He screamed out. I could feel his prick throbbing, squirting, splashing the inside of my ass with his spunk, seconds later, Doreen too crying out, her orgasm suddenly claiming her, the additional arrival of her own juice, suddenly increasing as she bathed my face in her rapturous joy.

"Oh man, oh man!" Brad cried out a moment or two after that, and then he too launched his own spunk, tossing ribbons of sperm up his friend's tight ass. Hearing that, hearing the excitement and joy from our two friends, and then finally my husband's, my own cunt just seemed to explode, robbing me of whatever sanity I had left, my fingers clamping down on my clit, squeezing it as I came, even as Jack's prick finally softened enough to pop out of me with a wet sticky "plop" sounding noise.

We all collapsed shortly after that, lying in a big heap for a while trying to collect our respective breaths.

**

Sunday the boys got up early and went to play a round of golf. And this Sunday was certainly no exception. Though it had been a late night for all of us, they had still gotten up and had left long before I myself had finally managed to roll out of bed. I had just finished showering when the phone rang. Not at all surprised to see by the caller ID that it was Doreen who was calling me.

"You up?"

"Just," I sighed pleasurably into the phone, hearing Doreen laugh as I did so.

"Coffee?"

"Hell yes...you have some, or you asking me?" Once again hearing her laugh.

"Just made it, I'll have it poured and waiting for you," after which, she simply hung up.

I thought about dressing, then said "fuck it" and tossed on a robe only instead. I was surprised to feel somewhat aroused, in a bit of a naughty mood as I crossed the back yard leading into our friend's house with nothing more on than my bathrobe. I was pleased to see that Doreen was likewise so garbed as she handed me my coffee cup the moment I entered.

"Didn't feel much like getting dressed either," she stated upon seeing me. "And I'm surprised the boys even got up to go golfing. Thought they'd be exhausted after last night."

"Are you kidding?" I told her then. "Hell, Brad wanted to fuck me the moment he rolled out of bed this morning, I told him to go and jack himself off instead. He merely laughed, told me maybe he'd have Jack do it for him then if I wouldn't. The crazy thing about that was, that made me horny! I damn near chased after him, but it was too late, they were already pulling out of the driveway together by the time I reached the door. I did flash the two of them however," I said grinning, hearing Doreen laugh.

She glanced at the clock. "What time's their tee-time this morning?" she asked.

"Eight fifteen," I responded, it was nearly that now. "Why do you ask?"

"Come on...bring your coffee, I have an idea," she grinned as I followed her back up the stairs to her bedroom. The moment we arrived, she rummaged through her drawer, finally producing the strap on she'd been telling me about, and which she'd almost gotten out the night before.

"What the hell are you doing?" I asked. But she didn't respond, merely picking up her cell phone instead, dialing Jack's number.

"What is it baby?" I heard him ask as she'd put him on speaker. "We're just teeing off now!"

"Just you two?" she asked curiously.

"Yeah why? We were lucky this morning, so we're just going out by ourselves, what's up?"

"Well...thought you might like to play another game at the same time, if you're interested, she hinted saying. "I'm lying here right now with Cindy beside me, we're naked...and I just took out my strap on."

"Fuck!" Brad said in the background, obviously he could hear this, making me laugh.

"Yep, he's still horny!" I told her. "Like I said..."

"Go on..." Jack urged taking interest.

"Well, here's how we play...which should likewise make things interesting for you two as well. I know you're both fairly even right, handicaps and all that yes?"

"Yes..." Jack said drawing out the word curiously.

"Ok, what's the par on the first hole?" she asked.

"A four," Jack responded.

"Ok, whichever one of you wins the hole, then the other one has to stroke the other's dick the number of strokes of the hole, plus whatever amount he was beaten by in addition to that. So...let's say you lose by one, that means you have to stroke Brad's cock five times before going to the next hole. And on this end, that means I have to fuck Cindy's cunt with the strap on five times too. Sound fun?"

It was Brad that answered into the phone taking it away from Jack. 

"You being serious? Or are you just teasing with us?" he asked. Now it was my turn to answer him back.

"Very serious, we'll be right here waiting for the results of each hole, and by the way, as proof, we'll send you pictures of us, and we'll of course require and expect pictures back from you two after every hole. In fact, if you can...make it interesting. That will make it even more enjoyable on this end."

"Ditto that, you two do the same then for us," Jack now said having taken back the phone. "Ok, my turn to tee off, we'll call you back shortly with the results!"

"We'll start out on the bed," Doreen suggested. "Then we'll choose another place, another position for them after they call back again. Oh...and maybe we'd better grab one of my other vibrators too...just in case."

"Just in case?"

"Yeah, you'll see...I just thought of something."

A few minutes later they called back. Jack already sending over a photo as proof. "I won the hole by one," he said grinning. Brad's giving my dick five strokes for the loss now, he said counting them off pleasurably as he did. "So that means..."

"Yeah, I know...I get to fuck Doreen," I said actually excited to do so, already putting on her strap on, then kneeling behind her on the bed as Doreen snapped off a photo, sending it to them. She then counted off five slow nice thrusts into her cunt while the guys sat listening.

"Nice...on to the next hole," he said emphasizing the word. "Call you back shortly...and soon too. It's a par three, easy one."

As we waited, Doreen and I moved off into the bathroom. "They'll like this...Jack love's fucking me in here," she informed me. Seconds later the phone rang.

"We tied on that one...now what?"

"A ties as good as a loss in my book," Doreen said making up the rules here which I knew she was. "So...you each have to give one another three strokes, same as we do."

"Nice..." Jack smiled into the phone. "Only make this one interesting for us," he asked. "Same there," she told him. Seconds later we got back a picture. Jack had obviously positioned the cell phone camera on timer, mounting it on the cart. They stood together on the green, holding the flag between them, each one of them with their hands on the others dicks.

"Our turn," Doreen stated, handing me her double dildo. "Bend over, cheek to cheek, but make sure they can see the toy in each of our cunts when we send this."

We had a quick, though pleasurable three strokes against one another, and then sent the photo.

"This is fucking fun," I admittedly stated. "Though I think by the time the boys finish up, we're all going to be wound up tighter than drums."

"Yes...won't we though?" Doreen grinned wickedly.

For the next two hours we teased one another with even more provocative poses and conversation, watching the boys as they sent back pictures of them playing with one another, sometimes leaning against the cart, one...with Brad actually laying on the green, Jack kneeling beside him dick in hand, though appearing a bit nervous as he did so. In kind, and for the effort, Doreen and I had run outside into the front yard, quickly looking about, and then tossing off our robes, her mounting me from behind with the strap-on, fucking me as we hurriedly took the photo sending it back, and then racing back inside the house before being seen.

"How many more holes?" I asked hotly. "I'm about to explode here!" I told her.

"Just two more," she stated. "But we need something really, really good to finish off the game with," she said thinking about it. And then smiled.

**

"Where are you playing?" she asked after the next call, watching Brad as he then stroked Jack's prick as he stood next to a tree, the clubhouse just behind where they were heading for the last and final hole.

"West Gate, why?"

"That's only ten, fifteen minutes from here yes? Look for us out in the parking lot in about twenty then," she told him. "We'll be in the motor home, naked. You two can add up your final scores for us then." And with that, Doreen hung up the phone.

"What are we doing?" I asked laughing nervously. "That doesn't give me much time to get dressed you know!"

"Dressed? Honey, you are dressed...or rather undressed just perfectly. Now, come on, grab the toys, your robe while I get my purse." Once again I followed my crazy-assed friend out to their motor home wearing nothing but my bathrobe.

"I can't believe we're doing this," I told her. "I've never been outside like this before in my life. What if we get pulled over or something?"

"I have no intention of breaking the speed limit honey, but even if we do...it will certainly make for interesting conversation then won't it?"

Sure enough, Doreen pulled the motor home into the parking lot of the golf club exactly twenty minutes later. She located a spot in one corner of the lot just big enough to easily and safely park the motor home. Looking up, I smiled upon seeing both Jack and Brad already heading our way.

"So...how was the golf game?" Doreen asked the moment the boys stepped inside. She and I were both totally naked sitting in the front seats as they entered. Brad and Jack looked at one another grinning, then back at us.

"It was the worst game, and the best game of my entire life!" Jack grinned. "Do you know how difficult it is trying to hit a golf ball with an erection? Every time I looked down trying to address the ball, the first thing I noticed was this enormous bulge in my pants. Let's just say it was damn fucking difficult trying to concentrate, keeping my eye on the ball, when all I could see was my own stiff prick!"

"So what was the final score anyway?" I asked.

"We both pared the last hole, so fives, though I managed to beat Jack by four total strokes today," Brad grinned.

"Well in that case, what I think we should do is this then," Doreen began, the boys looking back and forth between one another, knowing full well that whatever Doreen had come up with would no doubt be interesting. "Since you both tied the last hole, you'll each give the other five minutes of cock sucking, though we'll add an additional four minutes to Brad since he beat Jack by four strokes. So Jack? You'll suck Brad's prick for an additional four minutes. And that means of course, that Cindy and I will fuck one another simultaneously for five minutes, with this!" she said holding up the double-dildo. And then I'll finish up by going down on Cindy for four minutes after that."

"I may not be able to last five minutes," Jack said, his cock still rather large and hard inside his pants.

"Let alone nine," Brad added, "Your crazy idea out on the course has me ready to spit one out right now as it is! Especially seeing you two sitting here like this. And please, don't tell me you actually drove here like that either. Though on the other hand...do. Even imagining you doing something as crazy as that has me hornier than hell!"

"Well then? How about you two settle up while we watch? And then you can sit back, relax for a few moments while we do. After that..." Doreen said grinning.

For me, there was just something sexy-erotic, dirty-nasty about seeing Jack take my husband's cock in his mouth and visa versa. Stripping off their clothes, I watched Brad kneel on the floor of the motor home between Jack's legs as he took a seat in one of the rear captain's chairs. Jack's cock was rock hard and waiting as Brad playfully fondled it only moments before wrapping his lips around his shaft, sucking it.

Doreen stood up from her seat, already moving towards the back where she stood off to one side, unabashedly fingering herself as he did so. Somewhat nervous about continuing to sit in the front windowed seat the way that I was, I too quickly moved towards the back, sitting across from the three of them at the kitchen table, legs spread, and soon likewise fingering my own needful clit.

"Times up!" Doreen called out when it was, though by the look on poor Jack's face, he was only seconds away from cumming. "I said...time's up, unless you'd like a penalty stroke," she warned.

Reluctantly, even Brad took a moment longer before releasing his best friends cock, now taking his place in the chair as they switched positions. "Nine minutes huh?" Brad grinned excitedly. "Like I said...don't be surprised."

I was actually looking forward to seeing that myself, standing up for a better look, coming up behind Doreen as she stood there, my hands immediately coming around to cup her breasts as I began playing with them. We stood, watching Jack's tongue as it began to swirl around the head of my husband's cock, lapping at it wildly, Brad's eyes half rolling back into his head as he tossed his head back against the seat, reveling in the naughty-hot experience he was feeling.

Doreen was in fact keeping track of the time, but he was barely into the seventh minute of heaven when the look on his face told us all he wasn't going to last the full nine, let alone nine seconds longer.

"Fuck man, I'm gonna cum!" He announced, his face suddenly taking on an almost pleasured-pained look as he arched his back, his ass coming up off the seat of the chair.

"Let us see it!" Doreen begged, kneeling down beside Jack as I then did myself. Doreen reached out with her hand, taking my husband's prick in it, Jack's still on it as well, to which I then added my own. The three of us jacking him up and down, expectantly waiting for the explosion to come, which soon did.

Every once in a while, Brad would get so worked up that it seemed like he could squirt forever. And this was one of those times! I knew it the moment the first enormous streamer of spunk leapt from the head of his prick. It skyrocketed well over everyone's heads landing on the floor of the motor home somewhere behind us. It was immediately followed by a long flowing spritzer of cream that just drooled, dribbling from the head of his cock as we all pumped it. But I could see by Brad's expression, the second forceful jettison of his spunk was already well on the way.

"Here comes another!" I announced excitedly, and sure enough, it did. This one too suddenly shooting out of the head of my husband's dick in a forked tongue like expulsion, perfectly splitting apart, perfectly hitting both Doreen and I squarely in the face as though he had planned it that way. 

"Oh yes! Yes!" Doreen cried out happily, anxiously waiting for another which followed almost immediately, though this one too shot well over her head, some of which falling into her hair and down across her back.

Jack took aim of it then however, pointing Brad's cock towards me, more directly against my breasts as the next searing ribbon of sperm splashed against them, covering each as Jack happily pumped it, watching my husband's cream criss-crossing both nipples expertly.

"Fuck!" Brad cried out deliriously, Jack now leaning over once again, engulfing Brad's cock, sucking down the last couple of now minor squirtings until he had drained him entirely.

"Holy shit that was intense!" Brad moaned pleasurably.

Still sticky and covered with cum, Doreen now directed me to join her on the soft carpeted floor in front of them, holding the double dildo in her hand, waggling it at me. "Ready for some nice easy double-fucking?" she grinned.

I was so fucking horny myself, that I seriously doubted Doreen would even get that fake prick inside me before I came. As the boys then sat in their chairs, recuperating and watching us, Doreen and I positioned ourselves on the floor in front of them, easing in the enormous prick until we'd each consumed half of it, now touching ass to ass, connected fully and deeply.

"Watch the time," Doreen told her husband. "Five minutes, and then after that...I'll give Cindy's pussy a real nice licking for four more!"

Like Brad had stated, I wasn't sure I'd even last for five minutes without coming myself, but regardless of that, I was more than ready to begin anyway as Doreen teased me briefly with a few backward thrusts, her ass smacking against my own as she did so. 

After Jack announced "Go!" Doreen and I began humping back against one another, the slick firm dildo fucking into each of us simultaneously.

"Oh man...look at those titties swing!" Brad exclaimed excitedly. I looked up, his hand once again wrapped about his cock, and though it had softened considerably after his very recent climax, he was already beginning to play with it, flapping it about, well on its way back to hardness once again.

The sound of our wet cunts being filled, the squishy erotic noises we each began making merely heightened the erotic coupling as the boys sat watching us. I felt Doreen's ass bumping and then grinding into my own as we skewered one another wildly.




Bi-friends



"Sorry baby...time!" Jack announced apologetically. By the look on her face, Doreen had nearly reached climax, as I nearly had as well, though now looking forward to doing so on my friend's tongue as she ate me instead.

"Suck's to lose doesn't it?" he laughed.

"Suck's to win too!" Brad grinned, his cock actually hard and stiff again as he sat there smiling, playing with it.

We all laughed at that, as Doreen repositioned herself between my legs, spreading me obscenely before wrapping her lips around my hard extended clit.

"After this what?" Jack asked curiously. Doreen mouthed her answer into my pussy.

"Get it hard again firsth, then we'll Thsee," she giggled, and proceeded to gently torture my clit all the while saying that.

Jack forgot all about the time, which I didn't mind in the least, nor did anyone else for that matter either. When I came, I literally screamed. Had anyone been near the motor home, they'd have no doubt thought someone was being murdered. My orgasm was about as intense as it had ever been, Doreen's finger's caressing and massaging my "g" spot, her lips sucking my clit gloriously, Brad and Jack finally both getting into the fray as well, sucking each of my almost super sensitized nipples. I came so hard that for a moment I thought I was going to pass out.

By the time I had gathered my wits about me, Doreen was again kneeling on the floor in front of both Jack and Brad, sucking their cocks together. Just seeing her as she held them side by side, somehow managing to get each of them into her mouth, at least partially anyway, was a sight to behold. She continued to do so until she was satisfied both of the boys were rock hard and once again horny as hell.

"Well now," she grinned wickedly. "You ready to hear the rest of my naughty ideas?"

"You name it, I'm game!" Jack told her as Brad likewise nodded his head in agreement. 

"You're sure about that," she smiled even more devilishly, suddenly picking up and then strapping on her female penis.

"Ever been fucked baby?" she said looking at Brad who's face suddenly went blank. She laughed at that, "Obviously...not. But I promise to be gentle with you," she told my husband winking at me as she said that. "Cherry huh?"

"Very...cherry," I giggled. "Though he has had and enjoyed my fingers up inside his ass many times," I then told my friend.

Still unsure of the situation, Doreen took charge leading him back into their rather spacious little bedroom towards the back. "Don't worry baby, I promise, you'll enjoy this almost as much as I will," she again grinned, though my husband's concerned look said otherwise.

"Come on you two...and I'll tell you what the first thing is we're all going to enjoy together once I get this nice hard little cock of mine inside Brad's sweet tight little ass!"

To Doreen's credit, she really did take her time, with plenty of lubrication, in addition to my sucking and stroking Brad's cock while she eased herself inside, eventually she had filled him completely. It was a bit strange seeing my husband on all fours, Doreen mounting him from behind. But at the same time, it was for me a wonderfully erotic little vision that soon had my clit quivering in expectation of things to come.

"Ok jack, come slide underneath Brad here so you can have a nice go at his prick. Doreen honey? I think Jack would love it if you'd pay his some attention now too, and after we've all enjoyed this for a while, we'll switch, and you can then fuck Jack's tight little ass, how's that sound?"

It was indeed amazing to see Doreen fucking my husband, his prick simultaneously being sucked off by Jack as I in turn munched down on his. Brad later told me, confessing it that when he came again, his orgasm was as nearly intense, if not more so than any he had ever had before. The fact that he nearly drowned Jack when he came was more than enough confirmation of that, triggering Jack's release only moments later as his hot delicious spunk then filled my mouth.

We didn't get to switch things around as Doreen had initially planned, eventually we did hear someone knocking on the door of the motor home, telling us if we didn't leave, they'd be forced to call the police on us. I guess we'd gotten too nosey after all, but regardless of that, it was one of the best days spent that I had ever recalled.

Exhausted, we all just sat around relaxing, satisfied, yet at the same time, still somehow curiously aroused as we began to discuss and share our thoughts, feelings and fantasies. Deciding at that moment that there was still so much more for the four of us to explore. Though we'd also brought up the possibility of including a few others, which once again brought up Ken and Stacy's name as we talked about it.

"You know...we do start bowling again soon in a few months," Jack reminded us all. We'd been bowling on a winter league now together for the past three years. "And...since Mike and Jill won't be joining us again this year, we are looking for another couple to fill out the team. Maybe...we should invite them to join us, see how it goes."

Doreen laughed as she sat there thinking about it.

"What?" Jack asked her.

"Oh, nothing really, I was just thinking how we could convert pin totals into something similar to the way we played golf earlier today," she said smiling.

Brad turned looking at Jack the moment she said that.

"Fuck, you ever tried bowling with a hardon?" he asked.

"I was just wondering about that myself," he responded back. "There goes my average..."

They turned just in time to see me stand, strapping on Doreen's hard little girl prick.

"And speaking of average...there's nothing average about any of this anymore is there?"

"Nope, not any more there isn't," my husband said as he stood up undoing his belt smiling at me as he did so.