3 comments/ 10389 views/ 4 favorites Stew, Steph, Sherry and Rich By: Humpdee84 Rich worked as a Customer Service Representative at the local bank, Steph worked for an ambulance company as an Emergency Medical Technician. She worked an ambulance on a 12 hour shift. She had done 3, 24 hour shifts per week, but the company owners altered the schedule to 12 hour shifts when they found that many of the crews were becoming a bit too tired on busy nights. Steph could not have been happier. The 24 had been interesting and challenging and there were some UP sides to it, but overall, she was glad to get to a semi-normal life. When dispatching, an EMT would work a straight 8 hour shift since they were required to be awake the whole shift wherein the crews working the trucks could grab naps, especially on the 6pm-6am shift when, depending on the night, NOTHING might happen. Steph worked the day half but when the opportunity knocked to grab another 6 (until midnight) she would. Steph would grab these six as often as possible. The extra money was a blessing. This being a night off, she could have gotten the whole 12 hours but settled for just the 6-midnight. The shift was going slow. Since the city EMS/Fire Department did most of the emergency runs, the private company was essentially the backup ambulance and of course would have to handle the transfers, and ordinary runs expected of a private ambulance company. A prime example was Henrietta Henshaw who on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Sundays need dialysis and the company would transfer her to the kidney center where the 24 hour staff would help get her over to be fixed up. Easy work. She'd come out at 4 a.m. and they would simply drive her to her treatment. Such excitement!!!! There was always at least two crews working, days often meant at least 3. Steph was working with Joel. Joel was a worn down, beaten up old school EMT with the 'been there/done that' attitude. He had worked for a neighboring city's EMS for almost 15 years but had gotten burnt out and quit after an especially tough night where in one shift he had taken a kid to the hospital who had drank drain cleaner, a woman who had been beaten by her husband, and a 60 year old woman who was hit by a hit and run driver. He needed a break and took one. After four months of laying around feeling self pity and trying a couple of different menial jobs, he decided being an EMT was his calling, but the city wouldn't take him back, so here he was working for a private company making far less and having no union. Steph and Joel got a call to the college on a report that the cops had a student drunk and vomiting. It was a call no one liked, especially the cops on campus. They always felt like they were bothering the ambulance crews and in a way they were, but it wasn't THEIR fault, they were doing what they had to do. The crews didn't like the calls either. A stupid kid who didn't know how to handle a few drinks and tied up an ambulance, but they certainly didn't expect the cops to put a puking kid in a cruiser. It was a lose/lose situation. Well, not for the owners of the company. A run was a run and a run was income. They pulled up by the police cruiser and were directed in by a student who was a bit hyped up. "Oh my God, he's in here. I have no idea how much he drank, but it was a LOT. I hope you can help him. I hope he doesn't die. I gave him some water and...." Steph cut him off. "Why did you give him water?" "I didn't want him to dehydrate. I mean he's bad off enough why let that happen?" "Nimrod, it's going to take more than that for him to dehydrate. When you gave him the water, what did he do?" Steph asked. "Threw up again." "Right. Don't do that again and don't worry, he's not about to die, just please calm down." They entered the room where a kid of about 19 was lying on his stomach, puke was everywhere and the kid's pants were ½ down. He was sort of mumbling and spitting. The cop handed the kid's identification card over to Steph and said, "This is his third time like this. You guys took him the second, we took him the first. This seems to be his worst." Steph had dealt with this cop before on a number of occasions. Nice guy, kind of cute. He gave them a hand bundling the kid up and getting him on the gurney without getting vomit on them and off they went to the hospital. Later on, Steph and Joel stopped by the Dunkin Donuts for a coffee and a snack. A cruiser was parked in the lot. "Typical, eh?" said Joel. Steph smiled but was a little irritated by the stereotyping. Steph said, since Joel was driving, she'd go in. When she got inside, she saw the cop from the drunken student standing at the back of the line. Walking over she said, "So, let's hope that's it for the night, eh?" Then she stuck out her hand and said, "With all the times we've worked together, we've never actually met. I'm Stephanie, or Steph." The cop looked at her hand, grunted and looked away. Steph was about to lose it when he laughed and turned and said, "Sorry, that didn't come off as funny as my mind said it would." He offered his hand and said, "I'm Stew. How is it you often seem to get our drunken little children? You always work nights?" "No, actually I'm a day slug, but I do pull a night shift now and then and it always seems that I end up visiting you guys. I gotta tell ya, we deal with you guys, the city cops and the Troopers and you guys are always the nicest. The city guys are OK I guess, but it always seems like their pissed off at EVREYTHING and the Troopers, well, I can't put my finger on it but...." "Kind of stiff?" "Yeah, that's a good way of putting it. I mean professional, courteous efficient, but a lot of them seem to lack personality. The both chuckled at that. "My wife is a city cop." Stew added. Steph wasn't sure if he was telling her this to make a point of letting her know he was married or to put her on notice to not dump on the city cops. Either way, she would let the comparisons die. "So, you're a 3-11 guy?" "No, I'm on overtime. I'm 11-7 and LOVE it." "Been there, done that, never again." Steph countered. "If it works for you, you're golden. If it doesn't, BLECH! Both chuckled again. They both got their coffee, bid each other adieu and went their separate ways. The shift ended with virtually nothing else happening which made Steph VERY happy. She was tired. When she got home Rich was already asleep. As tired as she was, Steph needed to sit up for a few and unwind a bit. She got some hot herbal tea and put on the TV only to find it was tuned to their favorite premium cable channel and one of the soft core porn movies was playing. Steph grunted and reached for the remote to change the channel when she saw that the scene it was on had a uniformed cop. Lack of interest turned to mild interest. These movies were always a bit silly and the sex a bit unreal, although Steph now knew from personal experience what COULD happen! She grinned. She and Rich would occasionally watch these and play "Spot the Limp Dick" a game involving trying to spot a quick shot of a guy's penis in the middle of screw scene. Since it was simulated sex, the guys were NEVER hard in real life and on occasion, a director or editor would miss the guy's flaccid member lying on its side or hanging lifeless. The cop was asking the woman about some crime, "Who cares. The stories are always so thin," thought Steph and as the cop questioned her, the woman began to come on to him. He stripped off his uniform and well, 'got it on'. As Steph watched, her primary thought was, "I wonder if cops can get their stuff off as quickly in real life as in the movies. It seems like it's just, unhook the belt, drop it on the floor, strip off a thin layer of uniform and BANG, he's in." Then she wondered about Stew. "Not a bad looking guy really. I wonder how fast he can strip. I wonder if I'm met his wife?" Her eyelids were getting droopy and it was time to sleep. Back up again in the morning and back to work. If she was lucky, she'd get about 4 hours sleep; better than some nights! The alarm went off at 5 and Steph was in and out of the shower before Rich even budged. She made some toast and was out the door by 5:30 for the 20 minute commute to the 'barn', or the garage/headquarters of Bay State Emergency Medical Service. Twelve years she'd worked there and had decided early on, being an EMT-Basic was fine with her. She had no real desire to move up to Paramedic. Too much work. She had dabbled with Nursing School briefly about 10 years earlier but found it costly and very unexciting. She enjoyed the emergency runs, even if they weren't as plentiful as the city's. She had applied to the city's EMS but they hired 12 immediately before facing a hiring freeze. Two years later when they were ready to hire again, Steph just didn't bother. She had a decent amount of seniority here and plenty of vacation time and blah blah blah. She was just not up for starting at the bottom at this point in her life, no matter how good she'd do in the long run. She met up with her partner, Ralph "The Bad One" Sanders. Ralph had been with a county ambulance service down south and had more horror stories (car wrecks, burns, explosions, gunshot wounds, etc.) from his 17 years there than anyone at Bay State had, EVER. And most were verified as REAL stories. He was just BAAAAAAAAAD! They climbed into the truck and headed for their 'satellite' area near St. Mark's Hospital. They began to chit chat about mindless things, weather, sports (which neither really cared about), movies, the usual things people chat about when there's nothing to chat about. Then without warning, Steph asked Ralph, "You ever do it in an ambulance, Ralph?" "Should I park this somewhere more secluded or is right here ok with you?" he asked very matter-of-factly. "No, I'm not suggesting anything, I'm just curious. You're a good looking guy, been married, what 4 times; you MUST have done it in a rig once or twice. What's it like?" then she added, "And no, I'm not asking for a demonstration." "It's kind of hot. Best part is, the damn thing IS a kind of a camper, bed and all. I met my second wife after getting the job with the county. She had started 5 years before me and she was training me. We got a call of a naked guy on his roof with bad sunburn. I mean, STUPID call, right? So, we get there and his wife brings us up there, thank God there were stairs. I was much younger then, but I was NOT going to carry this a-hole down a ladder. We get there and he's cooked. Went for a damn tan and fell asleep, NAKED. His damn pecker is cooked too, COOKED SAUSAGE! Hung like a steer too. BEEF sausage." Ralph giggled at that one. "We get him as wrapped in gauze as possible and, well, long story short after we drop him off at the E/R, we're driving back to the sub-station to write this up and Kelly says, Kelly was her name, Kelly says, 'Big Dick, eh?' I says, 'What, HIM? Nah, that ain't nothin''. She says, 'What's that supposed to mean. You bigger?' I just grinned. She says, 'PROVE it.' We pull over, climb in back and screwed like rabbits." "So," Steph was curious now, "Were you bigger?" "Nope, and I never did say I was, but she liked my boldness and she had a sense of humor. We got married three months later. Divorced three years after that." Rich in the meantime was at work and being flirted with by Mindy Klausen, the assistant manager who kind of had a thing for Rich. Rich was trying like hell to ignore her since he found her, well, he didn't really like her. She was one of these women who calls everyone, Honey, and sounded so sincere that she dripped honey all over the place. She made things sticky. But, even Rich had to admit, she had a nice face and killer tits. As Mindy sat at Rich's desk, keeping him from his work, which he REALLY needed to get done, there was suddenly a commotion at the teller line. A guy immediately ran out and bolted. Mindy went over to find out what was going on and Ruth, the senior teller, a woman of about 64 calmly stated, "We were just robbed." Ruth had been through 5 robberies and so as long as no gun was shown, she took it all in stride and was as cool as a cucumber. She said she had already hit the alarm and put a dye pack in the sack with the money and "That asshole should be turning purple within the next five minutes. Sons Of A Bitch rob me, eh?" Cool as a cucumber. While awaiting the responding police units, Mindy called 9-1-1 and had Ruth give a description of the guy to the dispatcher so that any car in the area could start looking as soon as possible. The first cop in the door was a older guy. He came in very cautiously, looked around and then motioned for his partner to enter. Rich watched as this rather cute lady cop walked in and also surveyed the area. She and her partner got the basic scoop from Mindy and while the older cop talked to Ruth, the lady cop was asking various people what they had seen, if anything. When she got to Rich, he said, "Well, I'll be honest, I was trying to get some work done here at my desk and fend off the advances of my assistant manager, so I didn't see a damn thing. Didn't even know anything was happening until it was over. I did see the guy run out and got a bit of a look, but, honestly, I doubt I'd be of any use." She thanked him and took his name. "I'm sorry; I didn't get your name." Rich added. "Well, I hadn't offered it but its Sherry, well, Officer Leary, Sherry Leary." They shook hands and off she went. That evening after Steph got home about 6:30, they sat for dinner and Rich told her all about the robbery and the cute cop he met. "It must be fate," said Steph, "We're both meeting cute cops these days." Then she told him about Stew. That night, Steph was feeling a bit horny and sensed Rich was also. She went into the bathroom and while there, 'cleaned up a bit' and brushed her teeth and came out naked. Rich was already as hard as a rock. "Let's do some roll playing," said Rich. "You be a lady cop named Sherry and I'll be a guy cop named Stew and we'll make out on a stake out!" "I see you're expandable baton is at the ready." "I have to be careful not to shoot my load too soon. I'm glad I got fixed after the kids were born, 'cause shootin' blanks is much safer." He paused. "Ok that was bad." Steph walked over to the bed and slid her hand around Rich's ball sack. He just smiled and watched her. Then she said, "Ok, partner, what do you say to a little interrogation?" "But I'M not the suspect. However, if you keep this up, I'll tell you anything you want to know." Steph, still grabbing his cock began to push it over, like she was slapping his abdomen with it and she said, "I'm beating you with your own club!" Then she took it in her mouth. "I'm going to try and disarm you." She said when she released him...temporarily. She started to suck him and pump him, her grip tight and firm, her tongue darting around the head, then she climbed up and straddled him and began to ride him for all she was worth, humping him, hard and furious, her tits dangling and swaying in front of his face. Rich tried a couple of times to grasp one with his mouth, but found himself simply slapped in the face. He gave up and just enjoyed her ride. Her hips were rising and falling like a machine on his member and she looked like she was in a rodeo, riding for the big brass buckle. Then she sat up, turned around slowly, not losing his cock, and began to ride again, this time massaging his balls as she went. Rich had no choice, he came, firing his jizz like he was shooting off a bazooka. Steph, for her part began to squirm and mouth incoherent words as she rode him for all he was worth. She hummed and moaned until she came, squirting again! Rich was suddenly soaked but she kept going for another minute or two. Neither was sure but Rich knew he had NOTHING left and was getting worn out. Once she was finished, Steph stripped the bed, put on new sheets with the help of Rich and they lay naked together, holding onto each other. "So," began Rich, "Thinking of your cop friend?" "Were YOU?" She countered. They both laughed at that. Steph gave Rich a little pickle tickle and they went deeply into sleep. The next shift for Sherry was a bit much. Another robbery, probably the same guy had tied up many of the cops for a good portion of the morning. Once things got back to normal, she had responded to two vandalisms, two parking complaints and what was reported as a domestic dispute that turned out to be just a couple arguing about how much to fee their cat. It had gotten a bit loud and a neighbor got nervous. Then there had been a car accident in which two people were severely injured. The city ambulance/fire rescue got overwhelmed and Bay State had been called. The EMTs arrived and found that the worst injured were already gone and they got the leftovers. Steph walked up to the guy lying on the ground with a cut over his left eye. "I told him to stay put since he's out of traffic and said he hit his head. You can clearly see how spider webbed the windshield is." Sherry told the EMTs. "Yeah, you did the right thing just having him stay put." Said Steph. They began to package him up and Steph got up and looked at Sherry. "Hmm, cute lady cop. I wonder..." and she checked out Sherry's name tag. "Oh, Leary. You met my husband." "No it's just Leary, not O'Leary and who is your husband?" "He works at the bank that got robbed yesterday. Rich Danner. He said you were very cute but...." She caught herself, "and I let him know in no uncertain terms that he was to keep his eyes on ME. But I do understand men, I think." Said Steph. "I'm Stephanie Danner, I'm pleased to meet you." With that Steph had to turn her full attention back to the patient and after they put him on a backboard and wrapped him up, they headed with lights only (it's not like he was dying) to St. Marks. Sherry finished scribbling some notes and then remembered Stew saying something about a sexy EMT the other night. "What are the odds?" Sherry got home that evening and Stew was asleep still. She crept into the bedroom and slipped off her clothes leaving just her panties. She slid into bed and wrapped an arm around Stew who began to come around a bit. He woke up and kissed Sherry's hand as she ground a bit against his back. Then he rolled over and said, "Hello sexy. How are you this evening?" Sherry purred that she was fine but tired and planned to go right to sleep. "It's only 5 o'clock?" grumbled Stew, realizing he hadn't gotten as much sleep as he had hoped and would have to be up to go back to work in 4 hours. "Arrg, I love you but sometimes...." "You love me, that's enough. Oh," she suddenly barked from her half sleep, "I met your hot EMT today. I'm pretty sure it was her." "YOU DID?" Now he was awake. "Where?" "A car accident. We got talking a bit and she introduced herself. I didn't have a chance to, off they went, but I recall you mentioning her name, Steph. She is kind of hot." She added. "You think so? I love that you would say it. Gives me the tingles." Stew grinned. "Yeah, me too. Good night." And Sherry fell asleep. Stew managed to get another hour in before work, he was lucky he did since his mind was so focused on Sherry making that kind of comment about a woman and NOT being jealous. He knew he had hit the jackpot with this one. Steph got home and said to Rich, "I met your cute cop today. You were absolutely correct in calling her cute. Very pretty, nice titties and a little extra in all the right places!" Rich just sat and stared. During the Frank Discussion she had eluded to having sex with a woman, but now she was even talking like she was attracted to one, and a cute one at that. "So, you agree, she's cute?" "Hell yeah," replied Steph, "I'D do her!" and she left the room. Rich began to scheme. Then Steph came back in and said, wouldn't it be funny if she was married to the cop I talked to the other night? They laughed about that and had dinner, put the kids to bed and then settled to watch some TV. Stew, Steph, Sherry and Rich Next shift saw Steph and Ralph head immediately out of the garage to the college for a broken arm. They didn't have time for the usual cup of coffee at the start of the shift. When they arrived 5 minutes later, it was just turning 6 a.m. "We were on OVERTIME!" groaned Steph. They arrived at the gym where a staff member brought them in to where the patient sat moaning. Steph's cop friend, Stew was standing, notebook in hand writing down the guys information. "Well, look who's here!" said Steph as she approached. "So, now I see you in your natural element. You finish up at 7?" "Well, nice to see YOU as well. Yeah, I'm done at 7, you just starting?" "Yup. Early start, 0555 hours. A whole five minutes. I think I should put in for overtime." In the meantime, Ralph was doing a quick assessment of the ailing basketball player and he motioned for Steph to come over and together they got the guy into a sling. The break didn't appear to be too bad so why go to all the trouble of a splint? It would take longer to put that on than the ride to the hospital. As they walked the guy out to the rig, Steph took a glimpse at Stew's nametag. "LEARY!?! Hey, I think I met your wife and my husband met her too!" "Yeah, Sherry told me she met that cute.....er," Stew looked at the ground and then added, "Really, how did this happen? I mean Sherry meeting your husband." "She interviewed him at the bank he works at after it was robbed and I met her at a car accident. But obviously you already know that one. Nice kid. You did alright for yourself." "I like to think so." With that, they loaded the guy into the back and off they went to the hospital. Stew admired her ass as she climbed in with the patient and said to himself, "Ah, to fantasize....." Shift was over, Stew had to write up this incident and get the hell home. The next few days were essentially uneventful for all of them but on one day, Stew was working overtime on the day shift when he heard a call on the city frequency saying that there was a bus accident at 11th Street and Euclid Avenue. Two busses were involved. One was a transit authority bus and the other belonged to the college. He heard Sherry get sent and an ambulance was requested. Then it was send a few more ambulances. Numerous injuries were being reported but none appeared serious. Stew's dispatcher came on the air and dispatched Stew to the scene. He would have to make out a report as well. "Oh, goodie," Stew beamed, "I get to see Sherry and, hmmmm, maybe Steph is there!" When he arrived he saw everyone doing their part and he parked his car strategically so as to assist in blocking the street from unnecessary traffic. When he got up to the crash he was directed to the officer who would be doing the accident report for the city and got as much information as he could from him, then went and spoke with the college bus driver and a few of the passengers who weren't being treated by EMTs. The city cop had told him that there were, it seemed only 9 injured on the college bus and maybe about 29 on the transit bus, probably at least 11 had actually been on the bus when the accident happened. Stew got a kick out of that. He saw Sherry, she saw him but both had a lot on their plates and couldn't talk other than a little wave and Stew made a kissy face. He also saw Steph working on one of the football players who had been on the bus. "Well, gotta talk to as many students as possible anyway," he thought and made his way over. "This is becoming a pretty regular thing. You STALKING me?" Steph asked, kiddingly. "Yeah, and my wife is right over there so, my stalking has to be very covert or this bus accident might become a crime scene when she shoots me." They laughed a bit which made the poor football player wince as the sling she was putting on the kid jiggled a bit. "Nice," she though, a bit angry with herself for not sticking to business." Stew interviewed the kid a bit, bid Steph adieu and went on to the next person. When all was said and done, seven had been transported to the hospital, ten had decided to seek medical attention on their own and the rest said they were fine or that they needed to talk to their lawyer before they could determine the extent of the injuries. Stew and Sherry had a brief talk before clearing but in that talk, Sherry asked, "Are you getting the hots for that EMT?" "Hey, she's a great looking woman, but she's married, I'm married to the hottest woman in the state, no, nation, and frankly, maybe I like to look and flirt, you don't have to worry about me. I'm just too damn crazy about you to make that kind of mistake again." "AGAIN?" "Now I'm screwing with YOU!" They parted and finished their shifts. Back at home however the subject came up again. "You know, she seems to like you, too." Sherry started at dinner. "Who? Oh," it was obvious who Sherry was talking about. "That's fine, but I'm not stupid." "Her husband wasn't a bad looking guy and, not to sound like a narcissist, he seemed taken with me." Stew's mind was racing as to what she was getting at. He deep down, knew, but was afraid if he said it, he'd be wrong and she'd slam him against the table. "I'm sure he was. You're a babe." Stew stated, trying to avoid the thin ice that lay before him. "I wonder what their social life is like." Stew couldn't take this. Even though the conversation had been short, it was heating up, rapidly. He couldn't contain himself, "What are you getting at?" "Oh, nothing I guess. Say, is the football game on tonight or is that tomorrow?" Sherry threw a curve at Stew and he did a double take. "I don't know. I don't care about sports, you know that. Where were you taking that conversation?" He wasn't at all angry, just becoming very interested. "I don't know, just talking." And she finished her dinner and brought her plate to the sink. Later, she and Stew snuggled into bed and Sherry reached down and slid her hand under his shorts and began to massage him. For his part, Stew just enjoyed himself. Sherry rubbed his now hard cock and then threw the covers off, pulled his shorts down and began a very slow, deliberate and very satisfying hand job. Stew reached for her, but she brushed his hand away. "Just let me do this," she cooed, and he did. As she pumped, long, careful strokes, she said, "I wonder if Stephanie does this for her husband. I wonder if he licks those nipples of hers or bites them?" Stew just listened with a broad smile on his face. "I noticed you watched her ass, it's a nice ass. No doubt the pants don't do it justice, those nice oh so practical baggy pants. Not that baggy, but I bet they hide a real treasure." Stew was picturing this and the fact that his oh so hot wife was the one saying all this was just the frosting on the cake. "Do you think she waxes, shaves or goes with a bush?" asked Sherry as she began to pick up the pace. "I may have to ask. A woman can ask these things where a guy can't. I bet she's smooth as silk, and warm and wet. I bet she smells like strawberries. What do you think babe?" Sherry's last sentence was the last one spoken before Stew shot like a fountain. He was so glad it had just been a hand job because if she had blown him, her mouth would have been full and she never could have said all that. Sherry had a smirk on her face as he wiped her hand off with some tissue then went to wash her hands and get Stew a towel. He just laid there grinning. Morning came and Stew slept in. Days off were a precious commodity. Sherry had to go off to work. She was walking down the sidewalk after taking a report from an old man who claimed to have been beaten by aliens, and yes, he made it clear, the type from outer space, when she saw Rich. She didn't recognize him at first since it had been a couple of weeks but he recognized her right away. "Hey, Officer Leary, so nice to see you," he began, holding out his hand. Seeing she was a tad confused, Rich added, "Rich Danner. From the bank a couple of weeks back." "OH, Yeah, you're Steph's husband." Rich's first thought was how does she know who my wife is, then he thought, she knows THAT before she knows she interviewed me? He was just a tiny bit hurt, but couldn't let it show. However, he had to ask, "You know my wife?" "Yeah, we've worked together. In fact, she's met my husband who's a cop over at the college." "NO SHIT! Ok, Steph had mentioned him after a couple of calls they went on. Damn, small world." Rich's mind was now wondering just how the four of them could pair up. Ever since he and Steph had begun to 'experiment', he was always thinking of new angles and new people to get involved with. This cop was no exception. "She's a nice kid," added Sherry, not taking into account that Steph was probably a few years her senior. "Yes, I like her a lot, hell, I love her. HELL, I LOVE TO LOVE HER!" Rich caught himself and realized he might be overdoing it. "Well, I can't say I blame you. She's a beautiful woman," Sherry declared. This piqued Rich's interest. He decided it wouldn't hurt to make a reach and he said, trying to sound very blasé about it, but he just had to add, "We should all go out some night. Two cops, an EMT and a banker, we could tell some good stories and have a few laughs. Ok, you three could tell some good stories and I'd just have the laughs." Sherry, without hesitation said that could be fun. "Let me talk to Stew and maybe we could figure something out. Here's my card." Sherry handed Rich her business card and put her home phone number on the back. Rich, not wanting to be rude, did the same with his business card. They bid each other farewell and went their separate ways. That night, each told their other halves what had happened. Stew and Steph listened and mulled over the idea, each having ulterior motives in the backs of their minds. Stew asked Sherry, "I mean, this guy could be a total creep. Why would we want to go hang out with them? We don't even know them." Steph asked Rich, "Do you think they're really interested in just hanging out? We don't really know them but they are a nice looking couple. I love her long hair, but I mean, they may not be interested in anything. Is this a good idea?" Sherry said to Stew, "Rich seems nice enough and Steph is pleasant. You even said she's got a good sense of humor. I haven't been able to talk to her enough but I trust your judgment. Plus, wouldn't it be nice to have friends besides cops?" When Stew tried to point out that they had plenty of friends who weren't cops, she just cut him off saying, "Not enough." Rich said to Steph, "I'll be honest, I think we'd have fun regardless. Nothing to lose, everything to gain. I'm going to give her a call." And he did. Sherry and Rich made the arrangements. Stew would be off the following Saturday evening, Steph got out of work at 6, plenty of time for going out. Sherry was already using a vacation day and Rich's bank closed at 3 on Saturday so he was free and no one had any real obligations the next day. Perfect, they could party hardy if they hit it off. Saturday came and they met at the Ming Palace restaurant. They all exchanged greetings and then went in for dinner and a few drinks. Stew and Steph had to go very slow since they were driving, but Rich and Sherry covered for them with a few Suffering Bastard drinks. The food, best Chinese restaurant in town, was terrific and they packed up what was left to bring home. The conversation was very enjoyable and all four found themselves very comfortable with each other. A couple of times Sherry slipped her hand under the table to give Stew's crotch a little rub. Sherry picked up on the fact that Steph seemed to do the same thing to Rich and of course, the boys reciprocated. This evening was going swimmingly! After dinner and a few more drinks, they could see that the wait staff was getting a bit impatient wanting the table so they got up to leave. Once in the parking lot, Stew said, "This was great. I had fun. Sherry had to talk me into it, NOTHING PERSONAL, but I really had a nice time." Sherry spoke first in response, "HAD?!? WAS?!? What the fuck Stewart? This night isn't over yet." Rich interjected, "I believe you're wife is ready to keep up the party." Steph and Stew, both quite sober just looked at each other. Then Stew added, "Well, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to imply I was done, I was just leaving everyone an out, in case, you know?" Steph said, "Why don't we go back to our place. The kids are at their grandparents. We have a spare bedroom in the basement should you decide to imbibe a bit yourself Stewart my boy." Stew didn't have to be told twice and off the four of them went. Each had the same basic thought in the back of their minds, "Will this go any place or are we just having a fun evening?" When they got back to Rich and Steph's house, the first thing Sherry said was, "Stew, this is what I'd love. I would love to get out of that apartment. This place is beautiful! I love the layout and furniture is lovely." Sherry didn't have to be asked, she settled into the sofa in the living room and just made a satisfied hum. Stew agreed and Rich said, "It's not really much but we like it. Someplace bigger would be wicked cool, but realistically, neither of us makes enough to buy bigger so we've made the most of it." Steph offered drinks all around and Rich had a Scotch, Stew a 7&7, Sherry opted for rum and coke and Steph had tequila. One thing Rich and Steph always believed in was having a good booze selection. They all settled in and just continued the conversation they had had at the restaurant. They were so comfortable with each other it was as if they had known each other for years. As luck would have it, the conversation started to get a bit risqué and the jokes getting a bit blue. Everyone was quite relaxed with each other and with the alcohol. "Rich, I just want to say, you guys are terrific," said Stew. "You really don't even know us, or didn't until tonight but you invite us into your home and even offer us a place to stay if we should over indulge, which Sherry has done, but a bit." "Stew," replied Rich, "Steph is a great judge of character and she said that in the dealings she's had with you two, you both seem like good people." He then added, "and her assessment of Sherry was dead on. Very nice looking wife you have there Stew." "Thank you," said Stew, now getting a bit of a vibe, and a slight chubby at that. "Steph said that?" asked Sherry. "How sweet. Thank you Steph, that's especially nice coming from a hottie like you." Stew's chubby was growing a bit. It became a full blown hard on (well, maybe full blown sooner than later?) when Sherry added, "In fact, I've never been with a girl, but damn I could experiment with you and have no regrets." Stew wondered for a moment if this was Sherry or the booze talking. Then he just didn't care and added, "That would be something fun to try and just as fun to watch!" Rich just smiled. This was going better than he could have hoped for. Steph smiled, then got up and walked over to Sherry and taking her by the hands said, "Ok, let's see if you meant that." She pulled Sherry up and planted a kiss on her lips. Sherry responded by deeply returning the favor and before anyone knew it, they were passionately making out. Stew looked at Rich who looked back. It was like they read each other's minds when they got up and began to undress their wives as they continued to kiss. Once both women were nude, their hands began to journey about and explore each other's body. Stew and Rich stood and watched. Rich recalled Steph telling him about her little visit with Sandy and he had wondered if he'd get to watch her with another woman. Stew was just in shock and awe that this was happening having never expected this. He and Sherry had a magnificent sex life, but this was a whole new level he could only have dreamed of. The women's hands were all over each other, Sherry slipping hers over Steph's butt, Steph gently kneading Sherry's perfect breasts and pinching her nipples. Then Steph pulled slightly away and bent to taste them. Her tongue slid around each one then she went back and sucked lightly on them. Sherry let out a soft moan. Then Steph slid her left hand down over Sherry's belly and to her womanhood. "Hmmm, very soft and so warm," whispered Steph as her fingers glided over the swelling lips. Sherry reached and grasped Steph's wrist and thrust Steph's hand deeper between her legs. As she did this, she kissed Steph's shoulder and neck. Steph also moaned and felt Sherry's wetness begin to moisten her fingers as one dipped between the outer lips. Stew was still in complete awe, yet he began to undress hoping that he could eventually join in. He wondered just how this would work, would he get to do his wife only? Would he get to ravage Stephanie? How would he handle it if Rich were to ravage Sherry? As he grappled with these questions, Sherry knelt before Steph and kissed her mound. Sherry ran her hands again over Steph's ass and pulled her to her face where she continued to kiss at Steph's pussy. Sherry's mind was clear in spite of the drinks, she had often wondered how a woman tasted and now, she was finding out. She thought, "She's so smooth and smells so nice." She rubbed her cheek against the hairless vagina, kissing the tops of Steph's thighs. Then she ran her tongue up the slit and tasted Steph's womanly juices giving Steph a shiver. The shiver caused Steph to come back to earth and she looked at Stew and said, "Let me rub your dick." Stew looked at Sherry and then Rich. Sherry turned to him and said, "Go on, don't disappoint her." Rich just walked around and positioned himself behind Sherry and began to kiss her shoulders. Stew's moment of jealousy passed very quickly when Steph grasped his erection and began to stroke it with just the very edges of her fingers, sliding them up and down and all about the head as Sherry continued to kiss her. Stew began to rub Steph's shoulders as she stroked him. He looked down as Sherry continued on her mission and Rich reached around her body to fondle her breasts. Stew's head was spinning. "Greatest night of my LIFE!" went the only thought in his head at this point. That thought was on a continuous loop, over and over again as he reached for Steph's breasts and began to tweak her nipples. Sherry turned and began to kiss Rich, deeply and purposefully. As she did, Steph turned to Stewart, folded his erection up against his pelvis and pressed her body against it. She embraced him and he returned the gesture. They kissed and held each other tightly. Stew could hear Sherry's oh so distinct and sexy groans and knew that whatever Rich was doing to her, she was loving it. Rich had laid Sherry on the floor and had begun to lick and nibble his way around her body. He was amazed at how luscious she was. The term was Rubenesque and it covered anywhere from heavy to a few extra pounds. Sherry had those few extra pounds and they were phenomenally spread about her body, very similar to Stephanie. Rich LOVED Steph's body, he worshipped it and felt she was a goddess to him. Sherry was just like Steph, just shorter. Rich found her natural C-cup breasts so soft and supple. They both fell to the sides as she lay there feeling his mouth explore every inch of her exposed flesh. When she'd feel something she liked, they would dance gently. The areolas were perfect, not perfectly round, just so sweetly pink with a splendid large nipple right in the center. He kissed his way up to them and took the first between his lips, sucking it in, flitting his tongue over it, drawing it up, stretching the breast ever so little, massaging it with his hand. Sherry couldn't keep her eyes open. She wanted to watch and would catch a glimpse of Rich now and then and would spy Stew and Steph in their embrace, but she just could not hold her eyes open long. She had visions of flowers, clouds, stars. She was feeling things she only imagined. The intimacy and love she and Stew had could never be duplicated, never be replaced, but this, THIS was the next best thing. This was pure unrepentant lust and Sherry was diving in with no regrets. She suddenly felt a twang of slight jealousy that Stew was having Steph and not her, but it passed as Rich moved to her love button and began to suck on it, spreading her lips with his fingers, inserting one as he gave her head. Stew, Steph, Sherry and Rich Steph pushed Stew onto the couch and knelt before him. She bent and rubbed her face against his throbbing cock. She would run her fingers up and down his legs and kiss him everywhere but his cock. She was teasing him, building him up. Her hair brushed it several times as her hands roamed all over his torso. Suddenly, without a hit of warning, her mouth engulfed him. She lifted and lowered her head four, five, six times and then stopped, shifting her body back so she could admire his cock. She studied it, noted that he was not that big, but his cock was beautiful. It was a lovely pink and ramrod straight, no screwy little bend or twist like, well, like Dave. Dave's cock had a bend towards the end and.... She got back into the cock at hand. She held it, gazed at the neatly trimmed bush which left the entire shaft and scrotum totally hair-free. He had shaved neatly around his pubic area but it didn't look strange, just very neat. As she admired his work, she traced her tongue up the length of the shaft along one prominent vein, right to the tip where she flickered her tongue back and forth over the eye of the serpent. Then she took him deeply into her mouth again. She cupped his scrotum and gently massaged it. Stew looked over at Rich licking Sherry's pussy, Sherry's legs spread wide, one knee bent, her hand pushing Rich into her. "Damn," he thought, "She's NEVER looked sexier." Stew admired Steph's body. She was built to kill. A little bit of a belly, wonderfully real tits, hips that begged to be held while her snatch was plowed either from the front or the back. Stew was surprised at how much she resembled Sherry, but taller. Her hair was darker and her face not quite as soft, but harsh was, well harsh. She had a face that implied seriousness but her eyes, when you looked at them, revealed her mischievous side. He was seeing that now as he looked at the top of her head and the curve of her back, and yeah, those hips. She knew her way around a cock, that was for sure. After a bit, Sherry wearily suggested to Rich that he let Steph lick her some more before they fucked. Rich, not wanting to be a party pooper agreed. He tapped Steph on the ass and said, "Sherry wants more you." Steph turned from Stew, giving him a little grin and a wink, and turned to Sherry where she buried her face between her legs, drinking in her nectar. Sherry grabbed the back of Steph's head and pushed hard. She began to buck wildly until she came with a scream and a series of "OHs" that lasted for what seemed like an hour. Then she said to Stew, "I want you in my ass." She had gotten so wet it was running down to her butt. But she knew that wouldn't be enough. She looked at Rich and said, "I want you to loosen me up. Use your fingers and my pussy juice, lick me, too." Stew was dumbfounded. Was this the woman he married or did someone else take her place for the night? What had she been drinking and where could he get an endless supply? Rich licked her asshole, he put his tongue into her as best he could, but she was tight, very tight. He rubbed every bit of moisture he could find either from her or him into her bum and inserted one finger. Sherry groaned and added, "Nice start." While Rich loosened her up, Steph went down on Rich. It was an awkward position, but everyone seemed to like it, even Stew who was only watching at this point, though he couldn't leave himself alone. Rich inserted another finger and worked them back and forth, licking her as he did. Then Sherry said, in a barely audible voice, "Stew, get wet inside Steph. Fuck her and get your dick wet." She may have been in the throes of ecstasy, but she was very much in control. Steph got up from in front of Rich and bent low at the waist with her butt in the air. Stew entered her. She was so wet. Stew slid himself in and out hoping he could keep from cumming. She felt so damn good. Sherry piped up, "You better save yourself for my ass Stew. I'm about ready." Rich realized she was not lying. He inserted a third finger and after working it in and out, he guided the fingers out and looked at Stew saying, "She's ready." Stew pulled out of Steph and made his way on his knees to Sherry where he grabbed hold of his soaking dick and worked it around her anus finally able to slide it in. Sherry groaned, moaned and grunted as he entered. Steph and Rich watched closely, but since Stew had left Steph empty, Rich filled the void yet neither of them averted their gaze upon what Stew was doing. "She's gorgeous and so fucking wild," said Steph through clenched teeth. "Yeah, just like you, Baby," replied Rich as he slipped in and out of her hole. "We should try anal." "Maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe," went Steph. Rich realized she wasn't really paying attention to what he was saying, just focused on the show before them and the dick inside her. They watched as Stew rammed himself inside Sherry's ass and Sherry's ass responded against him over and over again. Rich was close, Steph was closer. Sherry was in heaven, pure, absolute heaven. As Stew pounded her ass, she rubbed her clit, slow at first and then so fast she feared starting a fire. His cock felt so good inside her ass. She had done this once before with an old boyfriend and it was unbelievable, but he was such a moron and had apparently seen too many porn movies, pulling out before she was satisfied. She knew deep down Stew would not let her down. He didn't. Stew groaned, "I'm about there. Let me know when you're ready." He was breathless, barely able to speak. Steph and Rich were close also. The slap, slap, slap of Rich against Steph was almost deafening, he was so close he wasn't sure he could even let her........he came, FULL FORCE deeply into Steph's love hole. Steph, who had been rubbing herself the same way Sherry was, clenched her muscles not allowing Rich to leave her and bucked wildly against him. Rich didn't have the strength or the will to resist and in no time, his cum shot forth into his wife's awaiting receptacle. They came together loudly and fully pumping, bucking and rocking until there was no strength or cum left between them. They then collapsed amazed that Sherry and Stew were still going strong. But Stew wasn't going as strong as it appeared. He tried all he could to delay the apex of his physical actions but he found he was fighting a losing battle. The skin of his cock was being stretched and relaxed so thoroughly, he was amazed he had lasted this long. Sherry, for her part, could feel that Stew was close and amped up her rubbing, hoping they could cum at the same time. They did. Just as Stew lost his load within the voluptuous ass of his amazing wife, Sherry's body responded to all the stimulation with an earth shattering orgasm that caused her to scream aloud. She had actually already cum three times but didn't want Stew to know, not yet anyway. In truth, Steph had gotten her off twice, Rich once and now Stew, her beloved husband, three more times. This third time, well, seventh time, was the most amazing climax she had ever felt. Stew pulled out and fell over trying to catch his breath. Rich got up and ran his fingers over Sherry's ass and kissed her back. Steph moved up to cuddle with Stew. Within seconds, the four were all cuddled together on the floor holding each other tightly ignoring the stickiness and the sweat, feeling only warm soft flesh and breath upon each other. They dozed that way for almost an hour. When they awoke, Sherry first, they all just sort of looked back and forth at each other and slowly sat up. None of them were fully able to function and just gave each other moral support. Rich spoke first. "I can only speak for me, but that was unreal. You two are unbelievable." Steph added, "We have to be honest, we've been with other people before and it was so fucking good, but we felt there was a special connection with you two. We didn't even discuss it, we just knew it." Stew shook his head and took a deep breath. "I have never done anything like that. It's always been one on one with me. I didn't even know how I could handle this. I thought about it, what guy hasn't, but, holy shit, I'm in awe of everything that just happened." Sherry was next, she rubbed Stew's leg, leaned over and kissed his cheek. "First for me, too. Never done a girl, never been with more than one guy and have had only two guys before Stew. Talk about being a novice." Steph was surprised by this revelation and said, "For a novice, you were unreal. If you hadn't just said that, I'd swear you had been a swinger for years. Bravo sweetie, bravo." Sherry just grinned and held onto Stew. It was late now and no alcohol was affecting anyone at this point. Stew and Sherry got up and got dressed, mess and all, gave Steph and Rich a hug and bid them farewell, making it plain, that if they were ever up to this again, THEY were. Then they left and went home. Rich and Steph showered together to wash off all the fluids their bodies had collected. They kissed deeply when they got into bed and Rich asked, "So, you'll no doubt see them again at work, how do you think you'll handle it?" Steph just looked at the ceiling and said, "Well, when you think of the friends we've had sex with and we just go on as if nothing happened, I think our NEW friends will be the same. I'll get wet on the memories and hopes for future visits, but in the meantime, I'll just go on like nothing happened. Can you do that?" Rich thought for a second and said, "I have no choice. Wanna fuck?" Steph rolled over and clutched her pillow and said, "Maybe tomorrow. I'm not in the mood tonight and I have a headache.