0 comments/ 29611 views/ 5 favorites The Weekend Guest Ch. 01 By: dconrad It was the usual Saturday night. We had just come back from dinner with Alfred and Gladys. I was wearing a very short dress, low cut and tight at the front, with no knickers and bra. I had spent most of the meal with my skirt hitched up, so the bottom of my bush was visible, much to everyone's delight. This had produced the usual results in Alex, in that we had only just managed to get through the door, before he was mauling me and pulling my clothes off. As much as I enjoyed our Saturday dinners where I showed myself off and everyone commented on my body ('A lovely show tonight,' Alfred had said as we left.), I was increasingly feeling unfulfilled by them. As he slid his tongue into my pussy Alex must have sensed I wasn't as engaged as usual. Pulling his head out from between my legs he looked up and asked, "is something wrong Dawn?" "Sorry, I don't know what it is. Just don't feel as excited as usual." "Oh," he said, disappointed. "Do you want to watch some porn?" "Yes, maybe that'll get me in the mood." We went into the lounge and he put on a video. It was called 'The adventures of Cindy' and featured a leggy blonde with perfect breasts who arrived in Hollywood seeking work as an actress. She then engaged in a series of athletic sexual encounters with men and women. This had the desired effect and I soon had my skirt up and my fingers sliding in and out of my pussy. The scene showed Cindy busily fucking a man and his wife, who had impossible, silicone enhanced tits. I really liked the way she had so much attention focused on her. I motioned for Alex, who was wanking his cock happily, to come and sit by me on the sofa. I took his member in my hand and slowly stroked it up and down. He laid back and relaxed. "You feeling better now?" "I know what the problem is." "What?" He was worried that it was him, or that I was going to end our adventures. "I think I need to do something like that," I pointed to Cindy who was sucking the man's cock while his wife devoured her pussy. It had been a few months since the Christmas meal, so part of my frustration was for another adventure. But I was surprised to realise that I was also missing making love with a woman. I had made love to Tina, Paul's girlfriend at Christmas, and that had made me hungry to rekindle that aspect of my sexuality. Being brought up in quite a conservative manner, it was something of a shock to find that I had such strong lesbian feelings. "I've been thinking about Paula a lot recently," I told him, still gently caressing his erect penis. It twitched slightly at the mention of her name, so even if he had wanted to hide it, I knew he had been thinking about her too. It had been six months since we had met Paula and her husband John while we were out walking and Paula and I had gone topless. Despite giving her my phone number I had heard nothing from then. Now I regretted not getting their details. "Do you remember when we came back from that walk?" I now moved up so I was sitting across his thighs as I increased the pace of my attentions to his member. "Mmhhmm." "Do you remember I told you to fuck me as if you were fucking Paula?" "Yes." He looked slightly embarrassed at this. "Well, I couldn't fail to notice that you were rather different when you did this. You were more... forceful." "Sorry," he muttered, feeling uncomfortable with the direction this conversation was going in. "No, it's okay. I enjoyed it. But can I ask you why?" "I don't know. It just seemed right." "Is that how you would fuck Paula?" I was now sitting on his lap and his cock was pushing against my bush. "Yes," he groaned, caught somewhere between the immediate pleasure I was giving him and the images of Paula's pert little breasts. "Do you think she would like it like that?" "Unh, yes. I think she is scared to let go. Like when she wouldn't take her top off. She wanted to really, but was afraid she would enjoy it." "And do you think if she let go then she'd enjoy it?" I positioned his cock-head at the entrance to my moist pussy. "Yes, God, Dawn, please," he pushed his prick against me, but I wouldn't let him enter yet. "Do you think she would become a little slut if you could get her to let go?" "Yes, I think she could be a lovely little slut. Dawn, I need to fuck you now." "Are you thinking of Paula?" "Yes," he confessed. "Good, fuck me again and pretend I'm Paula." He switched immediately. He pulled me to him roughly and thrust his cock into me with a sharp jab. I gasped. "I can feel my cock in you," he whispered. "You like cock don't you Paula?" This role-playing was getting me enormously excited. Like Alex, I was picturing Paula's pretty face, muscular legs and neat boobs. "Yes, I do," I said, getting into character. "I love cock." Normally I don't like this sort of talk, I find it demeaning, and I think it puts the man in control, whereas I like it to be a shared experience. But it was liberating to pretend to be Paula being dirty. This had a two-fold effect on my arousal, firstly simply being dirty was exciting, but this was increased by the thought of Paula doing it. This had the desired effect on him. He pushed me down and pistoned into me. "Good, because I'm going to get you lots of cock Paula. Do you want that?" "Oh yes, lots of lovely cock. And pussy. Get me pussy too." "You are a slut aren't you Paula? I want to hear you say it. Say I am Paula the slut." He was driving into me at a frantic pace. That, combined with the image of Paula being fucked like this was bringing me to climax. "Oh God, I'm coming!" I cried. "Say it!" he demanded. "I am Paula the slut!" I shouted as I toppled over the edge into delirious orgasm. It seemed to go on for ages, and in the middle of it Alex must have come too, for when I could breathe normally he was laying on top of me, exhausted. "Phew," he said, pulling himself off. "That was fun." "Wasn't it? I just wish we had the real Paula here to do it to." He kissed me, "you're not a bad substitute." On the TV Cindy was sucking one man's cock while another one fucked her from behind. A third stood next to her, wanking himself. "Lucky girl," I commented. "Dawn?" he had made us both a drink. "Yes?" "You've been fucked by a few people since we've been doing this. But I haven't seen it. I'd like to see you get fucked like that." I grinned at him. "Yes, it probably is time for another adventure. We'll have to see what we can come up with." On the following Wednesday I was up in my room, reading a text book. Paul shouted up the stairs, "Dawn, there's someone called Paula on the phone." Paul didn't know about Alex and me and what we had been up to. I had a momentary panic that Paula might have given something away. This gave way to excitement at speaking to her. In one of those rare coincidences that makes you believe in fate, after our Paula role-playing game on Saturday, she chose now to get in contact. I ran down the stairs and took the phone from Paul, who showed no interest in who was on the other end. "Paula!" I made no attempt to hide my pleasure at hearing from her. As I said, I had been thinking about her a lot recently and so to hear from her seemed like a sign. "Dawn, it's great to speak to you. I'm sorry I haven't been in touch. Things have been busy here, and what with Christmas and everything." "That's okay. I'm glad you called. I've been thinking about you a lot recently." I tried to make it obvious in what way I had been thinking about her, without scaring her. She obviously picked up on it, "oh. Well. I thought of you recently too, because I've done a little bit of showing off." "Really? That's great. I'd love to hear about them. I've had a few adventures too since we last met, that I'd like to tell you about." "I'm sure yours will outdo mine, but I am getting a bit more confident. John is ever so pleased. Which gets me onto what I rang for. Although he won't say it because he thinks it will upset me, I'm sure John would like to see you and Alex again. And so would I. Why don't you come and visit us over Easter?" I tried to hide my excitement. Paula and John were older than me and I didn't want to feel like an over-eager child, but I don't think I did a very good job. "That'd be great!" Then I remembered, "oh, Alex has to go home at Easter." "Oh," she sounded disappointed. "Could you come on your own? I would hate to disappoint John after I got him so excited about you coming." I was beaming as I said, "you try and stop me. I'll bring along an appropriate, or rather an inappropriate outfit." "This will be great" She gave me the directions and I arranged to meet them. Alex was devastated when I told him and sulked for two days, but I promised to give him all the details, and hopefully arrange another trip when he could come along. I was a bit nervous when I the train pulled in to the station. I wondered if I had built Paula up in my imagination, and that I might be disappointed with the reality when I met her again. She saw me arriving and ran up to the train door to meet me. As soon as I saw that broad smile and those neat teeth again I knew I hadn't built her up. A tingle of excitement and real affection went through me, just seeing her. I also knew that I wouldn't be satisfied with just some mild exhibitionism this time. This thought disturbed me. All of my adventures up until that point had, I believed, been for everyone's mutual pleasure and benefit, in fact often more for other people's benefit than my own. But this time I was struck by how much I wanted to enjoy Paula for myself, even if ultimately it was harmful to her relationship with John. She was wearing a plain white t-shirt which was slightly too short, so her smooth stomach flashed intermittently as she jogged towards me. This was enough to make me groan with pleasure, so I wasn't sure how I would react when we got to see her beautiful little breasts again. She gave me a genuine hug and a kiss, that made me feel guilty at having these thoughts about her, and almost made me blush recalling the role playing Alex and I had indulged in. But the closeness of her body and her subtle, but distinctive smell made me even more aroused. I don't think I had ever felt such a desire for someone. It was undoubtedly the result of the long period between our first encounter and our second, as if her sexuality had fermented in my mind. But here she was, and the reality of her physical presence was almost more than I could bear. I had worn something that I hoped was mid-way between my usually restrained clothes and the more provocative outfits I wore on Saturday nights. I had on a tight blue blouse, with a push-up bra on underneath. This certainly made an unreserved announcement about my breasts, which were big and firm. I had undone a few buttons so a reasonable amount of flesh was on display, without being completely wanton. The ticket collector had certainly enjoyed the view from his vantage point standing over me. I was also wearing a mid-length skirt that showed some leg, but again not an extravagant amount. I had packed some more daring outfits that I hoped I would have the chance to wear over the weekend. What I was wearing was enough to remind them of the breasts they had already seen and to raise sex on the agenda, if they weren't already thinking of it. John was waiting in the car outside. He gave me a long, appreciative look as I bent to get in the car, giving him a good view of my cleavage. "Hello Dawn, it's great to see you again. You look lovely." I smiled warmly, and settled in to the back seat. Paula turned around and chatted as we drove to their house. I felt incredibly relaxed and affectionate to both of them. Back at Paula's house John opened the wine and Paula gave me a tour. They lived in a large, modern house that compared to my grubby student house seemed impossibly luxurious. It again made me feel like the little girl in their more mature company. I began to fear that the weekend might be tame, and also that I might make a fool of myself. I suspect they were nervous also, after all we had only met that one time. Inviting me here had seemed like a good idea but now they were unsure of how to progress or even what they wanted. Because of this we drank the first two bottles of wine quickly, and then relaxed conversation began to flow more easily. I talked about my studies but didn't mention any of my adventures since we had last met. I realised that these should be saved for a more appropriate time. Paula served dinner and we continued to drink, but the conversation remained general. I was wondering if we were going to talk about anything sexual, so, feeling emboldened by the wine, I asked, "Paula, so have you had any adventures since we last met?" Paula flashed John a look that said 'so here we go', then smirked and said, "only a couple of little ones." "Tell me!" I urged. "Well, only if you tell us your ones. I'm sure yours have been a bit more daring." I grinned, "I have been a bit naughty, I must admit." John's eyes widened in anticipation. He knew I had done more than just flash myself at people and couldn't wait to hear the stories. "I'll go first and then you can give us your sordid details," Paula smirked. "It happened about a month after we met you. In that time John and I had been much more sexually active than normal, so I knew it was something that had a good effect. John couldn't keep his hands off me." "I don't blame him," I said. I had decided, now that we were on to a topic where I was the expert, to make it rather obvious that I fancied Paula. She blushed slightly at this and again exchanged a look with John that was laden with meaning. I guessed I had been the subject of rather long conversations before they invited me and they had discussed various possible outcomes. "Yes, well," she continued. "So we both wanted to do something like that again, but I didn't know how. I don't have big, full breasts like you, so exposing them isn't so easy." "They are very lovely though, as I remember," I interjected. She blushed again. "So, after some discussion with John we decided that I would flash my bum or maybe even my... you know. What term do you use for it?" "Pussy?" I volunteered. She grimaced as she obviously found the term vulgar, but accepted it. "Yes, we thought it might be easy to flash that if I wore the right clothes. So we went out and I bought a flared skirt that wasn't exactly a mini, but shorter than the one you are wearing now. We decided what our plan would be and then the day came. I can't tell you how nervous I felt Dawn. I wanted to back out several times, but John persuaded me to go through with it. So I put on this skirt with no knickers on underneath, and a midriff top because John says blokes like to see a bit of belly exposed." "Especially when it's lovely and firm like yours," I continued my rather blatant flattery. Paula didn't blush this time. "We drove to a spot in the country where we could do a walk. Almost as soon as we were out I realised it was a lot windier up here, and my skirt lifted up immediately. I panicked and tugged it down, but no-one was around. John laughed at me and said it was ideal. I really wanted to back out, but knew I would hate myself if I did, so I decided the only thing to do was to go with it. Once I had made that decision I relaxed. "We set off and John said 'just pretend you are wearing trousers. Act as if everything is normal, and you'll be fine.' This helped and even though my skirt kept getting blown up by gusts I just ignored it. We didn't see anyone for a while, but then there was a young man walking towards us. I knew he'd noticed me, and maybe thought my attire was inappropriate for a walk, but he hadn't guessed me secret yet. As we passed a mild gust ruffled my skirt. It didn't blow it all the way up, but I think he caught a peek. That was my first one! It felt so thrilling. I had to sit down soon afterwards, I was buzzing. John asked me if I was allright and I just nodded. "We carried on some more and soon I was aware that there were two men behind us. They were gaining on us. They were about twenty feet behind when a big gust of wind lifted my skirt and they got a full, but brief view of my naked bum. God, it felt so wanton. "They passed us and gave us a knowing 'lovely morning for it' comment. Soon after this John suggested we walk up a steep hill and come down the other side to a pub. I knew exactly what he was after -- climbing the hill would give anyone below us a prolonged view up my skirt. John had spotted them before I had, but resting at the foot of the hill was a young couple. We smiled at them as we passed and began our ascent. "It was quite a steep incline so I had to lean forward to clamber up. I felt completely exposed. I daren't look down and just concentrated on what I was doing. John said, 'you've got an appreciative audience.' I looked down and the young couple were still sitting there, facing us with their necks craned up. My legs were parted with one foot extended so the skirt was opened up. They could clearly see my bum and my slit and were very nonchalantly just taking in the view. It took us ten minutes to get to the top and they stayed there all the time. "I was feeling really aroused by now I can tell you Dawn. As we approached the pub I felt really quite giddy. Before we entered John kissed me. I thought he was just feeling lustful, but only when we broke I realised he had been pulling the waistband of my skirt up, so it had risen by about three inches. It was now very much a miniskirt and I wasn't even sure it covered my bush as we entered the pub. It was a dingy pub, and not very busy. An elderly couple were in the corner and an old bloke sat smoking by the bar. As it wasn't very crowded and these weren't exactly intimidating people, my confidence grew. "I took the money from John to get the drinks and bounced up to the bar, my skirt swishing as I did so. To my disappointment no-one seemed to notice. I ordered the drinks from the surly barman and when he gave me back my change, I made sure I dropped some. Taking a deep breath I bent over so my arse was projected towards the old man and the barman. At least half of my naked arse was exposed as I did this and I made sure it took me a while to pick up all the coins. This time I did get a reaction as the barman let out a long groan and the old man had a loud intake of breath. "John couldn't believe I had done this and was really excited. We sat at a table opposite the elderly couple. The woman had her back to us, so feeling emboldened now, I casually crossed my legs, so my skirt rode up. After a while the man noticed the amount of leg on display and his conversation with his wife faltered. She continued talking, and as I knew I had his attention I uncrossed my legs and sat with my left leg tucked under me. He could now see the bottom half of my pussy and was obviously enjoying the show. He licked his lips distractedly and stared openly at it. John was giggling as he knew what was going on. 'Give him the full view,' he urged me. "So, when we stood up I absentmindedly scratched my upper thigh, which lifted my skirt right up. He was now staring at the full view of my pussy, while his wife continued nattering. After a few long seconds, I smoothed it down and we left. "I'll tell you Dawn, we could hardly contain ourselves on the way back, and when we got home we were like teenagers." I was really turned on by this stage. I had surreptitiously undone another button of my blouse and my breasts were heaving into view now. I could sense my hard nipples bushing at the bra, and I felt frustrated at not being able to release them. The thought of Paula flashing her pussy had me so aroused it was all I could do not to jump on her. They were both looking at me for my reaction now. John was transfixed by my rising chest, while Paula was staring in to my eyes, seeking approval. "God Paula, that was so naughty of you! I thought you might wear something a bit skimpy for the first time, but flashing your lovely pussy for everyone to see -- that's fantastic. I can't tell you how turned on I am." I patted her leg here and left my hand on her firm thigh for a few seconds. The Weekend Guest Ch. 01 She smiled shyly, "I know, I surprised myself. I'm so pleased you liked it." "So have you done it again, or taken it further?" I asked eagerly. She shook her head, "no, partly because it's been winter and it's more difficult to wear skimpy clothes, but also because we're not sure how to progress it." There was a pause and then John emitted a small cough, "that's kind of why we invited you down. We thought maybe if you were here, that would give us the impetus to do it again." "Oh yes! That'd be fun, Paula and me flashing ourselves. I can't wait, I brought lots of outfits we might use, just in case. Why don't we practice now? Paula you put on your best flashing outfit and I'll get on one of my slutty ones and we can test out how best to expose ourselves with John." Before Paula could respond John blurted, "oh great idea!" Paula and I jogged upstairs giggling. As I went in to the bedroom they had given me I called out to her, "remember now, no knickers." I quickly stripped off. It was such a relief to get my bra off. I rubbed my breasts to soothe them while I rummaged through my bag. Given that I was desperate to be fucked, this was no time for subtlety. I put on a T-shirt I had cropped for Alex's pleasure so that it ended just below my nipples. The bottom half of my tits poked beneath its rough hem. I decided on a very short, tight checked skirt that ended just below my arse cheeks. I obviously eschewed any underwear. I put my trainers on and went outside. Paula emerged from her room and raised her eyebrows at me. She was wearing a very light summer dress with a short, flared skirt and buttons down the front. She had undone several of the top ones, so a good deal of her upper chest was exposed, but you couldn't make out her breasts. Whereas I was obvious and blatant sex, Paula had a classier appeal about her. I didn't mind, I was happy to play that role for the weekend. "Wow Dawn. Tell me you haven't worn that outfit out anywhere." "No, but if you want me to..." "I think you'd be arrested or fucked within minutes. You look like a...a..." "Slut?" I volunteered. "Do you think John will approve" She laughed, "he'll probably come in his pants as soon as he sees you." "Oh, I hope not, that would be a waste." She looked at me as we went down the stairs, as she mused over what I had said. "Okay John," I called. "You mustn't say anything, just act normal." He couldn't stop himself emitting a long whistle though as we entered the room. He struggled to satisfy his need to look at us in detail simultaneously. One second he was fixated on my bouncing breasts as they jiggled beneath their flimsy covering, then he was looking at Paula's skirt swishing to reveal her lovely long legs. Then he switched to my crotch, hoping to catch a sight of my bush. I felt a sudden pang of regret that maybe I was taking too much of the attention and this would hurt Paula or put her off. She had obviously anticipated though, and took charge. She told me to sit down while she got the dessert out. I sat opposite John, but behind me was the fridge. His attention was pulled away from my tits by the sight of Paula bending over from the waist to retrieve a dish from the fridge. Her skirt rose up and stopped just at the bottom of her buttocks. She had such well defined, shapely legs that I felt dumpy in comparison. She brought a tray back and asked me, "tart?" I giggled, "yes, rather." As she served me up some of the lemon tart she bent over and her dress fell forward. Now John and I could see down her dress and her small, firm tits were fully exposed. Her nipples were erect and I remembered how this made them pointed and drew the whole breast upward. John was mesmerised by this sight, even though he saw them every night anyway. He had forgotten I was there momentarily. Realising we were playing a game for his attention, I struck the next blow by feigning a yawn. I stretched my arms up high and pushed my chest forward. My T-shirt rose up over my nipples which pointed directly at John. He dropped his spoon into his bowl with a clatter which caused me to bring my arms down. Paula gave me a smirk. Inspired by John's action I dropped my spoon on the floor. I then slide off the chair to get it and of course bent over with my arse directed at them. My miniscule skirt only covered about half of my bum when I did this, and my t-shirt fell forwards as my boobs dangled free. When I came back up I was flushed from bending over but also from excitement. John's eyes were bulging and he was sweating. I made an obvious scrutiny of his crotch and noticed the large tent protruding up. Paula coughed as if to remind us she was there and then crossed her legs. She had undone three of the bottom buttons on her dress, so it split apart. Her long leg dangled next to me. A button sat just on top of her pussy, so I could just see the very bottom of her pubic hair, which was a light, syrupy brown colour. I wanted to reach out and touch it then, but I figured I needed to carry on the game for just a little longer. During this time none of us had spoken, so when I did my voice sounded lonely in the sexually charged atmosphere. "I think you've got some tart on your skirt," I croaked. I reached down and pretended to rub something of the side of her skirt. This pulled it up, completely exposing the neat triangle of her bush. I could see the slit of her vagina, and I think I could detect some moisture glistening there. I stopped my attentions to her skirt but left it bunched up so she was exposed. "Thank you," she said dryly. She knew where this was going now. She dipped a napkin in her wine and said, "I think you have a stain on your t-shirt. Let me get it off." She rubbed the soaking napkin on my left breast, groping it as she did so. The T-shirt was soon sopping wet and see-through. The material clung to my very erect nipple. Having Paula touch my breast was more than I could stand, and I gripped Paula's hand and guided it down to my pussy, as I opened my legs. She hesitated for a moment. This was the line she had to cross and she knew it. Once she did she knew where it would lead. So I couldn't begrudge her a moment's pause, but I was so horny I was desperate. I pulled her hand towards me, and she rested her fingers on my crotch. Just that contact sent a judder along my spine. Then she slipped just the tip of her finger into my very moist pussy and slid it down the length of my slit. I quivered as the pent up anticipation of this moment was released. "Oh Paula," I moaned. She smiled as she continued to lightly stroke my pussy lips. I was aware that John was standing next to me now. He tentatively placed a hand on my right breast and gently moulded it beneath his fingers. I gripped his cock through his trousers and rubbed it hard. I pulled Paula's head to me and gave her a long, passionate kiss. I thought this might be the point where she pulled away, but I really wanted to kiss her. She responded with her tongue and pushed her finger deeper into my pussy. I was in ecstasy! I had hoped I might get to enjoy Paula, but even I was surprised at how quickly we had gotten there. I pulled away from our kiss as John had now taken his prick out of his trousers and placed it in my hand. It was so hot and urgent. I looked down at it and stroked my hand underneath it. "Look Paula," I teased, "a cock." "Oh yes," she said playfully, "it looks quite hard." "It is. I think it wants to fuck me. What do you think?" "Yes, your pussy certainly feels all wet. You like cock don't you Dawn?" "Oh, Paula, I love it! Although I have to be honest, I like pussy as well. I'm just a greedy little girl I guess." With this I snaked my hand under her dress and stroked her pussy lips. She pulled away slightly, so I didn't push it. I guessed that keeping the humour up was a good way to keep Paula involved. "Would you mind awfully if I fucked your husband Paula?" I asked cheekily. "I don't mind, but to be polite you should ask him." "Okay," I turned to John who had remained silent during our exchange. I still held his throbbing penis in my hand. "John, I am feeling really horny at the moment. Would you do me the honour of fucking me?" "God yes," he moaned and picked me up off the chair and carried me to the sofa. I snogged him as he held me in his arms. His thumb found its way to my clit and he rubbed it mercilessly. He dropped me onto the sofa. I hungrily unbuckled his trousers and pulled off his pants. He lifted up my tiny top and massaged my breasts. I was feeling uncontrollably aroused by this point, and even more so because Paula was sitting on her chair still, playing with herself. I pulled John down so he was sitting on the sofa. I placed my legs either side of his, with my back to him, so I was facing Paula. I tugged my little skirt up and lowered myself on to his waiting dick. I reached my hand down and gripped his shaft and guided it in to me. It was well lubricated down there so it slipped in without any resistance. I emitted a small sigh at finally having it in me, which was partly a natural reaction and also partly for Paula's benefit as I really wanted to give her a show. I rode up and down the full length of John's member. "Oooh Paula, your husband's cock feels really good inside me. Thank you for lending him to me." John's hands had reached around and were cupping my tits now, rolling the nipples between his fingers. He was obviously enjoying himself, as I could feel his hot breath on my back. Although I was being fucked, for me the visual stimulation of watching Paula play with herself was more arousing than the physical stimulation. "John's been wanting to get his hands on your tits since we last met Dawn. They are a great set, not like my little ones." "I love your tits Paula. And your arse. I wish you would come over here and let me show you." Paula stood up and undid one more button. Her dress slipped off her smooth body and she stepped out of it. She had such a lovely tone to her body, although she was older than me, she had a lither figure and obviously worked out so there was a greater firmness to her legs and tummy. I really wanted to touch her, to feel her smooth skin. "God John, your wife is so beautiful and sexy. How do you ever leave the house?" Paula smiled at this compliment, it had probably been a while since John had said anything like that to her. She sat down nervously next to us. I rolled to the side, keeping John's cock inside me, so we were fucking sideways now. I was facing Paula, her deep brown eyes staring in to mine, portraying excitement, anxiety and a sense of trust as if she was saying, "you know I'm not used to this, but I want to do it, so please make it go okay for me." I found this reversal of roles, with me now being the experienced one and Paula the novice tremendously arousing and for the first time I felt my orgasm building. I pushed back against John's dick harder and he took the cue, thrusting into me with renewed vigour. I took Paula's hand and guided it down to my pussy. "Your husband is fucking me Paula. Feel his cock inside me." I placed her hand at the entrance to my vagina so she could feel John's length going in an out of me. I then bent down and took one of her erect nipples in my mouth and licked it tenderly. Paula was still stroking herself with her other hand. I held this in my hand, and taking her fingers we both stroked her labia. She let out a little whimper at this. "Fuck!" John was saying, "I can't hold on much longer Dawn." I took my mouth away from Paula's breast and said softly, "come inside me whenever you want John, don't wait for me." With that permission he pushed me forward so I was squashed up against Paula. Our bodies were pressed together and my legs were straddling her thigh. I kissed her passionately while her husband gripped my hips and shot his load inside me. He grunted and groaned, holding me tightly and then fell back. All the time I continued kissing Paula, and she responded without any of the hesitation that had been there earlier. John slipped out of me and rolled back on the sofa. This enabled me to rest my crotch on Paula's lap and we continued kissing while I slid two fingers up and down her pussy lips. She responded and slipped one inside me. I writhed about on her lap. I hadn't come yet as I had decided that it was Paula I wanted to give me my first orgasm that night. And I knew how I wanted it. I cradled her neck and whispered in her ear, "I want you to lick me out Paula. Your husband's come is in there and I want you to lick it." I laid back, so I was leaning against John. Paula wasn't sure about this and I was concerned I had gone too far, too quickly. I looked at her with wide eyes and smiled, "please." She gave a nervous twitch of the eyebrows and then bent down towards my crotch. A tentative lick on my pussy lips told me she had made contact and this was followed by a few more testing ones, before she finally entered me with her tongue. Her wide eyes opened up and looked up at me, over the mound of my pubic hair, seeking approval. I stroked her hair and said, "thank you Paula, that is sooo nice." John was playing with my breasts again, so I added, "if John has been keen to get hold of my tits since we met, then I've been even more desperate to get hold of you Paula. And so has Alex. He kept telling me how sexy you were. He even fucked me once, pretending it was you. If he could see us now Paula, he'd die happy. I do hope you'll fuck him one day." This gave her courage and she was now lapping away lustily at my pussy. With her hand she now started administering pleasure to my clitoris. This was more than I could stand, particularly after the teasing we had been doing and the fucking John had given me. I knew I wasn't very far away from an orgasm now. I pushed my hips towards her to give her encouragement. "Oh Paula, I think I'm going to come. Don't stop, that's fantastic. Can you taste John's come in me?" She increased the rhythm of her tongue and fingers and I began to buckle. "Jesus! That's good. Please make come, please make me come," I urged her. Then I was, spurts of ecstasy flashing through me as I wriggled beneath Paula's touch and John's massaging. "Oh, yes! You two can fuck me whenever you want." There seemed to be hands all over me, John was kissing my neck and Paula was working her magic down below. There was no escape from sensual arousal and with a howl I orgasmed with intensity, gripping Paula's hair with one hand and John's leg with the other. Then I was spent. I withered on the sofa, my head on John's lap and my legs across Paula. I closed my eyes for a few seconds and then looked up at the smiling faces of my two friends. "I'm such a lucky girl," I told them. We stayed like that for a while. Then the inevitable embarrassment came as we wondered what to do next. I sat up and John fetched us some more drinks. I think the best thing to do in these situations is to talk about what you've just done and not ignore it. "I don't know about you two," I smirked, "but that is the most fun I've had in ages." "I certainly enjoyed it," John chuckled. Paula remained quiet however. I looked at her, "and you Paula? Beats a night watching TV doesn't it?" "I suppose," she said. "What is it? Don't feel bad. It's just fun." "It's not that." She stroked the side of her glass, "it's just, well..." "Well, what?" I asked, concerned. She put down her glass, "well you two got to come and I didn't." I laughed, "oh, and there was me thinking you felt guilty. Poor Paula, how rude of us. John, your poor wife hasn't come yet and we've both happily had orgasms. Well, I think it is beholden on us to make sure she comes, not once but over and over tonight. What do you say?" "Absolutely!" John chirruped. Paula beamed. "Look Paula, here's that cock again. If we stroke it I think it will get hard again. Then I think you should lie back and have a good fucking while I kiss and lick you all over. What do you say?" "Sounds like fun to me," she said, reaching across and stroking her husband's semi-erect penis. And that's what we did, over and over again that time, until John couldn't get it up anymore and Paula and I were tired and sore. We went to bed then, Paula asking if I didn't mind sleeping in a separate bed. I didn't as I guessed they needed some time alone and I wanted to sleep anyway. As I drifted off to sleep I realised that I was probably in love with Paula a bit, and for me love and this kind of sex would always be bound up together. The trouble is that they may be mutually exclusive. Would I have to choose between my kind of sex and finding love? I decided I didn't care at that moment, and wondered what the remaining two days with John and Paula would hold.