1 comments/ 73163 views/ 3 favorites A Friend In Need Is A Friend Indeed By: palles It was early morning when I awoke to a shutting door, light footsteps, and whispering voices. My wife, Julie is a night shift nurse who works in a small labor and delivery (L&D) unit at a private hospital. I work days from 9 am to 5 pm. She wakes me up when she comes home and then sleeps during the day while I am at work, and then she gets up and heads to work nights from 7 pm to 7 am. Usually she steals into the house and wakes me softly in the bed, but that day was different. There was somebody with her. "Hi, honey!" she said as she walked into the room. "I didn't mean to wake you up, like this, but I need to talk with you." Half sitting up in bed, I said, "What's up?" as I rubbed my eyes and tried to clear my head. "Do you remember Cindy from work?" She quizzed. "Cindy, Cindy, Cindy" I repeated her name over to myself as my mind raced trying to place the name with one of the several stories my wife had related to me from her night shift buddies. Soon I recalled that Cindy was the young nurse who was married to the man who washed dishes for a living and attended rave parties. Cindy and John had been high school sweethearts. Cindy had continued on to college, while John had drifted from one job to another. After Cindy graduated, she and John were married. Cindy was ready to settle down and have a little family. John on the other hand continued in his wild ways, and soon had cheated on his young wife. Julie and Cindy had worked together for 5 years since Julie had been Cindy's preceptor. Now at age 26, Cindy was over her husband's philandering ways. She had tried to leave him on several occasions, but he would intimidate her to the point that she would give in and allow him to come back. "Yes, I know who you are talking about, the gal who supports her hubby." I said. "Shush!" she placed her finger to her lips," she is in the kitchen making coffee." "She's huh, doing wha?" I kidded, "Why is she here?" "Honey, she needed someplace to go, her husband is being such a jerk, she's afraid!" She reminded me of the facts I already had recalled. "But why is she here, what about her folks?" I quizzed. "Baby, she can not go home like this, her parents had warned her not to marry him, and she just can not face them!" She explained. "Well, she's grown up; she's a nurse, why doesn't she just get a hotel room?" "Honey, don't be like that, she is way in debt from John's drugging and drinking. Baby, she needs help." She smiled and stroked my hand. "Well, we have a guest room, so we might as well get some use out of it!" I smiled. "You're the best hubby!" She giggled, "Now you had better hit the shower before it's too late." I showered, shaved, and otherwise got ready for work. By the time I had made it to the kitchen, there was a huge breakfast of toast, bacon and eggs, fresh orange juice and coffee. True enough the coffee was de-caffeinated, but it was much better than the usual fare of cold cereal and milk I usually forced down before work. My mind raced with thoughts of what my life would be like with two women around the house as I headed for work. I envisioned hot meals, clean rooms, and lots of board games. In college, I had known guys who somehow had managed to rent rooms with two female roommates. Their quality of life was amazingly better than those of us who rambled from dorm rooms, to frat houses and finally grungy roommates splitting expenses six ways in a three-bedroom apartment. It was weeks before I learned what was really going on as I fought traffic on the I-75. Julie and I had always been open with each other. She knew about my masturbation fantasies and I knew about her adventures with her roommates in college, "nothing very explicit." She had quietly played with her pussy while she pretended she was asleep as her roommate loudly masturbated after a late date. She had watched her roommates and suite-mates while they took their showers. She would try on bras and sexy outfits at the mall with her friends, but even with all that activity, she had never crossed the line. She had never "been" with another girl. Julie is a compassionate soul and so as she listened to Cindy's sad tale over coffee, she attempted to comfort her younger friend. She explained days later that the time passed so quickly that she soon was about to fall asleep right at the table. It was a very tired Julie who finally said "It's getting late and we have got to get to sleep, I'm sorry that the guest bedroom is not made up." "It's ok." Cindy said "I can make it" but as she said that, the tears started flowing again. "What's wrong?" Julie quizzed. "It's just been so long since I have slept alone, and I am so upset." Cindy confessed. "Hey, it's no problem, we have a big bed, and you can sleep with me. I really don't mind, I shared a bed with my sisters until they left for college." Julie said warmly. That was how Julie and Cindy ended up sleeping together the first time. That morning, they feel asleep with Julie's arms wrapped around Cindy, as Cindy cried herself to sleep. Julie woke up well before I got home with Cindy sleeping on her stomach and her hand resting lightly on Julie's breast. Our home is small, with a small office that we converted to an extra bedroom. Thus, we had ended up with two bedrooms, but only one and a half baths. Therefore, with a limited amount of time to get ready and get supper on the table, Cindy invited Julie to "share" the hot water. Again, it was all innocent enough. They took turns washing each other's hair. Julie is 5'8", brown hair with 38-D breasts. She seldom goes bra-less. Cindy is a 5'6", blond hair, and smaller breasts. Julie has from time to time trimmed her bush, but Cindy's had shaved her pussy mound bare. Julie had seen every imaginable size, shape and cut of pussy hair in her 10 years as an L&D nurse. Somehow, she had resisted the urge to shave her pussy. This fact ended up breaking the story into the open. I got home around 6:15 pm, to find a hot meal and two clean and amazingly good-looking nurses in matching scrubs. I kissed Julie and greeted Cindy. "I'm sorry that I'm late, traffic was murder." I apologized. "Were sorry too baby, but we need to head out, supper is warm on the stove." Julie said as she kissed me again. "Thanks for letting me crash here." Cindy smiled as she hugged me. Even through my dress shirt, I could feel that Cindy's "B" size tits were perky and much different from Julie's large breasts. It had been years since any woman to whom I was not related by blood or marriage had given me a lingering hug. It was obvious that Cindy had borrowed Julie's perfume, but the smell was slightly different. I felt a sudden urge flash through me, but quickly resisted the temptation. Reminding myself of my marriage vows and Cindy's vulnerable state. This routine was repeated with very little variance for the next several weeks. They worked the same shifts. Working 12-hour shifts meant that they only worked 7 days out of 14, to include every other weekend. Thus, there were several days that I was at work, while they were off, and every other weekend they worked, while I was off. This left only every other weekend and a few evenings a week that we were all together for any length of time. On our weekends together, and their nights off Cindy slept in the guest room, as I assumed she always did. Things seemed to be going fine and with Cindy's huge debts and divorce expenses, I was happy to have her around to keep Julie company while we were apart. Little did I suspect that what had started as simple comfort and showering expediency, had over the course of a few days developed into much, much more. It seems while she was in college, Cindy and John had experimented in various sexual adventures, many of which included other women. After they were married, Cindy wanted to be monogamous and form a traditional family. John had resisted and had remained active with some of their former partners. Cindy had not been with a woman in over 5 years. Nevertheless, her emotional pain and the absence of her husband drew her to Julie. It was not long before Julie was reminding me that if I left a bit sooner I could beat the traffic and eat breakfast at the local "mom and pop" near my office. It seemed logical, with one more person around, and with the house being so small, if I got up earlier it would allow them to get showered and into bed earlier, then they could get up earlier and we could spend some time together before they had to go to work. So, they would call me as they left from work and I would get up and get showered before they made it home. I had no idea that the moment I left the drive way, Julie and Cindy were naked. They would start with a shower. This had always been Julie's habit to get the "hospital germs" off from her. Working nights is stressful and the routine turned from just holding each other to something more when Cindy suggested that they could give each other massages to help them unwind. Julie lay down naked on the bed, on her stomach. Cindy straddled her ass, one leg on either side. As she massaged Julies back and arms, her smooth pussy rubbed against Julie's tight bottom. Cindy's hands moved from the shoulders to the back and then the sides of Julie's large breasts. "Now you do me." Cindy suggested, as she lightly smacked Julies bottom. Julie switched places and warmed the oil in her hands. She was more conservative in her massage. Perhaps because the smaller breasts provided less beast tissue, perhaps because Julie did not want to admit to herself, much less betray the fact to Cindy, that our lack of sex combined with the amount of time they had spent together had stirred emotional responses beyond anything Julie had previously felt towards another woman. Julie had fantasized about being with another woman in the past, and she enjoyed the girl-girl screens in my porn videos, but she had always denied that she would actually "do anything" with another woman, "Ok, my turn again." Cindy said "on your back this time." As Julie closed her eyes, Cindy started at her feet and slowly did one leg at a time. Working up to the thighs, until she stopped with the massage and "walked" herself up Julie's body, one arm on either side, until their breasts touched, and her mound was on top of Julie's pussy. Their eyes met and fixed. Cindy lowered her head and their lips met. With that, Julie cupped her arms around Cindy's back. She flexed her legs and wrapped them around Cindy's legs, as she did when we fucked. Cindy's tongue prodded Julie's mouth and explored her teeth, tongue, and cheek. They rolled to their sides and Cindy cupped Julie's breasts and softly massaged them. Finally focusing on Julie's nipples, she teased them between her fingers and then moved in to suck on them. Buy this time, Julie's fingers were rubbing her clit and she closed her eyes. Cindy alternated licking one breast and then the other, all the while playing with the free nipple. Before I had time to reach the office, Cindy had moved her head between Julie's legs and was sucking, licking and nibbling on her pussy lips and clit. Julie relaxed and soon came. "Oh, god! Oh god, yes! That is so good, oh my god!" Julie's hands were on Cindy's head as she moved her ass and gasped for air. "That was fantastic!" "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself!" Cindy purred. "Oh, I enjoyed you" Julie intimated. "I have never been loved like that before." "It was ok?" Cindy teased. "Ok? Hell, it was more than ok! I have not came like that in years!" Julie said. It was true. It had been years of routine fucking, which had decreased the frequency, and intensity of our passion. The mutual shampooing had turned into body scrubs and back washing, finally to hot kisses, and mutual breast play. Julie eventually explained that they would towel each other off and then end up in bed. Cindy always ended up servicing Julie, and Julie had held herself back from going down on her and doing much more than some titty play under the impression that as long as she did not go down on Cindy she was not having sex with Cindy! One Friday morning, at the beginning of one of our weekends off together, After I left, Cindy and Julie were in the shower. "Have you ever shaved your pussy?" Cindy quizzed Julie. "No, I don't think Al really likes the idea. Back when we used to shave the women before they gave birth, I told him about it and he said that he hoped we never had kids, because he likes pussy with hair on it! Of course he was kidding about not having kids, but he's never suggested it and comments when I shave closer in the summer." Julie explained. "Well, when is the last time he has licked your pussy?" Cindy asked coyly. "Oh, sweetie, you have spent much more time down there than he has!" Julie smiled and kissed Cindy full on the lips. "Can I shave you?" Cindy quizzed. "Trust me, you will enjoy things a lot more when you do." "Oh, god, I don't think it could get any better" Julie giggled "but if you want me to, I will. It's not like Al has ever asked me not to." Cindy grabbed a razor and lathered Julie's pussy. Julie placed her leg on the side of the bathtub, while Cindy sat on the side of the tub and started to shave it a little at a time, until eventually it was bare. "That's better!" she exclaimed. Once again, they were on the bed, this time the well-oiled bare pussys rubbed together smoothly. Cindy adjusted herself until their legs crossed like two pair of scissors, with their crotches pushed together and their heads at opposite ends of the bed. They pushed and rubbed until Julie could not resist any longer and her hand slipped down to rub her clit. Once again, she bucked wildly as she came. I returned home to find Julie alone in bed sleeping soundly and the door to the guest room closed. I quickly stripped down and slid into bed. Inching my way closer and closer to my wife. My dick was hard as I reached her and placed it against her ass. I kissed her neck as I had often done before only to hear her whisper what I thought was "sin." She jerked as she awoke more fully. I pulled her back close to me and started to move my arms around her. "Not now baby, my tits hurt and I am a little sore." I had heard that before, but always around her period or after we had fucked. It seemed strange, as this was not time for them to be sore, and we had not fucked since Cindy had moved in. "What baby?" I quizzed. "I'm so horny! It's been so long since we've made love." I said, as I started to slide my hand over her right hip and towards her pussy. "Baby, what about Cindy?" She whispered. "Honey, our door is locked, Cindy's door is closed. I need you, please don't make me beg!" I said honestly. "Ok, but try and hurry, I don't want to embarrass Cindy if she wakes up, you know how loud I can get when I cum." She said trying to dissuade me. I reached my hand down until I should have felt her ample bush, only to continue to feel smooth skin under my fingers, until my hand reached her slit. "What have you done?" I said with a gasp. "Oh, you mean my hair cut?" She said calmly. "What's up with the extra skin?" I said. At that point, she started to cry, "please baby, don't be mad." "Mad!? Why would I be mad? It's your body; I was just kind of surprised, this is out of the blue." I said. "Oh, honey, you are so sweet. You do not understand. It's not what you think, it's not that simple." She opened the door. "What do you mean, baby, what's not that simple?" I asked, now more confused than ever. Tears were now in her eyes as she explained from day one the events that led up to the shave. It was apparent that she had slipped into a situation that was out of control. I was somewhat shocked that events had played out as they had. However, it was understandable. I listened as she went more and more into detail. My hard dick had gone lip, but with her recounting of the events, my dick once again grew harder. "Is this turning you on?" she asked. "It looks like it is! I'm sorry." I apologized. "I have been feeling guilty, I've been worried sick, and you are getting turned on! You pervert!" She said, with a sly little smirk on her face, in the way that she does when she is using humor to defuse a tense situation. "Baby, I love you. It's not like you are going to leave me for her are you?" I was half kidding, but dreaded the thought of explaining to my friends that my wife had left me for a woman! "Oh, you are so silly, how could I ever leave you. I love you. I honestly enjoy the fun Cindy and I have, but I do not love her as I love you, you are my hubby. Cindy has become a dear friend, but I am yours, if you still want me." "Well what are we going to do about this?" I asked with a wink in my eye. "You're not going to get to fuck her if that is what you are thinking." Julie eyes glared at me with a dagger-like expression. "Ok, ok, no three ways!" I agreed. "Oh, I didn't say 'no three ways,' I said you were not going to fuck her." Julie's expression softened and a smile returned to her full, ruby red, lips. "It would be wrong for me to lock you out of the fun, now that you know about it. The cat is out of the bag as it were, and it would be just plain mean to have you out in the living room while Cindy and I are in here making out." She was very careful not to use the work "fuck," as the rules in our marriage had to be somewhat equitable. "Just what exactly do you have in mind?" I asked boldly. "Well, I guess we would have to talk it over with Cindy." She started. Just then, there was a voice on the other side of the bedroom door. "Are you guys awake?" Cindy whispered. "Yes, we're awake." Julie chimed. "Should I make breakfast?" Cindy asked, unaware of the situation that had developed in our bedroom. "Ah, I think that breakfast might need to wait a bit." Julie said. Then she turned to me and whispered. "I guess she showed up right on cue. It might just be time to get this all out in the open. Are you ready to talk about this?" My mind raced a hundred miles an hour. It was one thing to have Julie retell their amorous adventures, it was quite another to have Cindy in the room. My heart raced. My breathing slowed. This was so surreal; "everyman's dream" was coming true. Yet I felt like I was in a dream world, not having had the time to process all of the information, let alone my feelings. "Sure, I guess." "I mean, why not. I'm not sure I could look at her knowing and her not knowing that I know, you know?" Julie smiled again "Cindy, come on in, we need to talk for a minute" Cindy walked in wearing her robe. I had made every effort to keep things "platonic" and non-sexual. Cindy was very attractive, but I had tried to be a "big brother" to her during her time of distress. Now I could not help but wonder what she looked like naked. I wanted to know if her pussy was shaved, how big her nipples were, if her small tits had small areolas, any tattoos, body piercings? My inquiring mind had to know. I felt hot as the blood rushed to my face. I was afraid that she could read my mind. Julie continued speaking, as I was only half listening. "Cindy, I've told Al everything. I just could not lie to him." Cindy looked at me, trying to read my expression. It was not anger I was feeling, and not true lust either. I was honestly confused. Cindy read my expression. As she walked over to me and sat on the bed. She reached her hand down to place it over mine. "I didn't mean any harm. Things just kind of got out of hand. I really appreciate everything you have been doing for me. You are a wonderful man. I just wish that my husband were as kind as you have been. You made me feel a part of the family. I hope that I have not hurt you." A tear formed in her eye. I knew at once that she was speaking from her heart. A Friend in Need is a Friend Indeed This is my next story how my g/f helped her friend Dolly to get her desires fulfilled. ----------------------------------------- My g/f Chitra whom I was fucking regularly, had a fast friend Dolly with whom she shared her each and everything including her sexual life with me. On hearing Chitra's sexual life she was also feeling horny to get her cherry lost to some one though she was having a steady boy friend with whom she was hanging around but her boy friend was no so aggressive as me. And he didn't chatted on sex with Dolly even and Dolly being an Indian girl also was conservative to chat sex with her b/f as in India it is mostly guys who start conversation on sex rather than gals. And by listening to Chitra's sex sessions regularly she was feeling so horny that she was ready to loose her cherry pussy immediately. One day while Chitra and me were talking on phone about her fuck and planning for that day for a fuck session, I noticed that some other one was listening to our talk. I asked Chitra if any one also on the phone hearing our chat and she said it is her friend Dolly who listening and enjoying our conversation (On a parallel phone). I asked if she also like hot chat. Which Chitra said she loves to hear our fuck sessions with gr8 interest and some times she fingers her pussy also. I asked Chitra if Dolly is interested in hot chat now with me on phone and Chitra asked Dolly if she like to chat on sex with me and she shyly accepted (as she was listening this also). I started talking to Dolly if she have any b/f which she accepted. I asked her whether her b/f kisses her or fondled her boobs which she denied. I further asked her if she wish to be fondled her boobs she accepted shyly. In order to make her feel hot I asked her boobs size and she said its 34 B. When asked for whether she shaves her pussy she said she had shaved it only last night. And fingered her pussy before sleep (as Chitra had told her yesterday that today she will be getting her pussy eaten by me and me likes shaved pussy). By talking like this with her for some time she become so hot that her pussy was wet by her juices. Maine usko kaha ki kya tum aaj mere se apni chhot parwani chahti ho to woh ek dum haan bol di haan(When me asked if she want to get her cherry busted by me today she immediately accepted). Then I asked Chitra to bring Dolly along with her to one of my friend's house so that her pussy would be deflowered by today itself only. Then after about 15 minutes they both reached my friend's house. After some initial chat I pulled her towards my side and starting kissing her lips and she also started kissing me. I slowly started pressing her boobs over the shirt which was she wearing she started moaning with pleasure and started murmuring. Hi PrInce jor se dabao inko bahut maja aa raha hai. Maine kaha ki thumare boobs to Chitra se chote hain to who boli inko choos choos kar bade kar do, mera bahut dil karta hai inko chuswane ko, khol lo inko azad kar do meri choochain ko aur poori tarah se chooso. (hi Prince, press my boobs hardly I am enjoying it. I said your boobs are smaller than Chitra's. She replied suck them and make them big by sucking. Let them free and suck them). While doing so she was caressing my hard cock over the pants. Then I took Dolly to the bedroom and undid her shirt and jeans, as was so hot by then she didn't resisted a little bit even to get undressed. She was in black bra and panty only. Then I asked her to undress me. Which she obliged. When she removed my underwear my erect cock saluted her and she was frightened to see my huge 7 inches cock. I then removed her bra and panty and she was standing stark naked in front of me. Then I made her lie on bed and started sucking her erect nipples and put her hand on my erect cock after some time I asked to suck my cock, and she placed her lips on my cock and started licking my cock. I asked her whether she enjoying it she nodded yes. And started giving blow job to me. As she was not experienced to it I guided her how to suck the cock and she did as me said. After some time she was so hot that she started saying chodo na mujhe ab, ab raha nahin ja raha. Mere choot ki pyaas bhee bujha aaj phar do is ko is ke tukde tukde kar do dal do apna lund ismein bahut taraf rahi hai lund ke liya. dal do ab please. Maine kaha jab ander jayega aur thumhari kori choot phategi to dard hogi, who kehne lagi koi baat nahin maja lene ke liye thodi si dard bhee seh loongi, Please dalo bhee aab. She started saying fuck me now I cant live now tear my pussy and tore it into pieces. Put you cock in my pussy. My pussy is begging for your cock please push your cock inside my pussy. I said when my cock break your hymn there will be pain in your pussy. She said no matter I will bear it for the sake of pleasure. Please fuck me now. Then I asked her to open her legs wide and she spread her legs wide on the bed. Then I placed the tip of my cock on her virgin pussy and made a hard stroke resulting in my cock was half the way inside her pussy in the very first stroke as it was very much slippery with her juices of pre sex stimulation. Then on second stroke I broke her hymn. When her hymn was broken she cried in full voice hai main mar gayee bahut dard ho raha hai nikal lo apna lund meri choot se, (she screamed in a loud voice begging for withdrawing my cock form her pussy as it was paining her),.I put my lips on her lips and started sucking her lips while my hands were on her boobs pressing and caressing them roughly. After then I started stroking her pussy, first slowly then I speeded up my strokes in a rhythm and after 10 to 15 strokes her pain subsidized and she started enjoying the strokes. After about 15 minutes of hard pumping her pussy she climaxed and after three or four more strokes I also climaxed, spraying all my semen on her belly, tits and face. She was lying state on bed fully exhausted and her pussy was filled with my cum along with her blood which oozed out from her pussy when her hymn was broken. Then I kissed her and asked if she enjoyed her first fuck, she replied that it was painful first but later she enjoyed. She wiped up her pussy and started to wear clothes but me asked not to wear clothes as more sessions had to be done today itself. Later I fucked her once more and then my friend joined and he also fucked Dolly twice. Before leaving to her house she was not able to walk properly as she was fucked very hard on her first time. However she left for her house. Next day when I called Chitra and enquired about Dolly she said that she is with her now and now she is feeling easy as of yesterday but her pussy is still aching with the heavy workout with her yesterday. I talked to dolly that if she wanted more today she said not today but some other day she will do more as she had enjoyed it. --------------------------------------- Hope u will like it. I will submit some more Till then bye A Friend in Need is a Friend Indeed On a recent shopping trip to Montreal I decided to treat myself to a gourmet dinner in the excellent restaurant, located in my hotel. I quickly threw my packages in my room and did a quick primp in the mirror. My jeans were pretty tight, which accentuated my hips and thighs. Those daily aerobic sessions were paying off and although my bust had sagged from a 36C to a 38D I still looked pretty presentable. I brushed my short reddish brown hair and touched up my makeup. I had no intent of meeting anyone, but feel very flattered when I become the centre of someone's attention. I made my way downstairs and into the restaurant and immediately the Maitre d' walked in my direction and smiled. "Table for one, please," I said, returning the pleasant smile. He explained they had just opened and asked if I could have a complimentary drink at the bar while my table was being prepared. I accepted his kindness and ordered a vodka martini (by far my favourite drink). The restaurant and bar were void of patrons except for one woman sitting a few stools down from me. She appeared respectful, but was nursing her drink in a methodical manner. We made eye contact and I offered a slight smile, which she returned. I was enjoying my drink (and the constant glances from the bartender) when I noticed the other woman was sobbing slightly. My maternal instincts kicked in and I asked if she was alright. She mustered up an apology and I told her that sometimes it was better to let it out. She attempted a smile and nodded. I asked her if she wanted to talk and she offered a nod. I picked up my drink and moved a few seats down to be next to her. It only took a question on my part, and another two drinks, and she blurred out her recent problems, stopping only to sob and wipe her tears. It seems her husband had cheated on her and she stormed out of the house making her way to the hotel where by chance I was staying. All she wanted to do was forget for a few hours and I explained that I would be honoured if she joined me for dinner. Reluctantly she agreed and a few minutes later the Maitre d' showed us to a table. Marie was French Canadian and lived on the outskirts of Montreal. She was in her late forties and quite attractive. Her long black hair (probably from a bottle) hung slightly disheveled but had signs of being recently styled by an expert. Her husband, the bastard, as she called him, was a lawyer who travelled a great deal. They were to go out that evening and while she was dressing and preparing to shower she overheard him on his mobile, talking to his assistant. "He must have thought I was in the shower because their conversation was anything other than business." I sympathized and having been married for 36 years I understood how the sparks had gone out a long time ago. I was certain it was more of a bruise to her ego than the actual 'affair', but I kept this thought to myself. She relaxed during dinner, mostly a result of the cocktails and the near empty bottle of Shiraz. We actually joked a bit and she began to feel more comfortable. I asked her what her plans were and she said she had none. I suggested she stay the night, but she had little money and her credit cards were at home. She decided to return to her house and I suggested that might not be the best idea. "You will want to let the prick stew for a while," I said and she smiled. "You are more than welcome to stay in my room. I have two queen size beds so it would not make a difference." I was surprised at what I had offered, as I normally would not invite a stranger under my roof, but she seemed so sad and in need of a friend. At first she declined, not wanting to 'put me out' but I explained she wouldn't be. We finished dinner and the wine and made our way to the twenty-third floor. I apologized for the mess and quickly picked up my packages. We discussed arrangements and I explained that I normally sleep nude so I had nothing to cover myself, leave alone offer her. I said I could go to the bathroom, ready myself, come out wrapped in towel and jump into my bed. Then she could do the same. We chuckled slightly at our high school antics, but agreed it made sense. I was only in the bathroom a few minutes and came out wearing my towel. I positioned my folded clothes on the dresser and waited until Marie had made her way into the bathroom. I hung my jeans, blouse and jacket in the closet and placed my bra and panties in my suitcase. I jumped into bed leaving the towel on the floor. A moment later Marie came out. "Are you sure this is not an inconvenience?" she asked, in her French accent. "Of course not," I said, smiling as I spoke. I watched her walk past the foot of my bed. Her legs were slender and shapely and her breasts heaved high above the towel. She seemed a little more at ease than earlier, but after she was in bed and we had said 'good night' I heard her softly sob in the darkness of our room. I waited to see if her sadness would be suppressed, but there seemed to be no end in sight. "Are you all right?" I asked. She softly whispered a muffled 'yes' and I let it go. I fell asleep and woke several hours later to a strange sound, coming from the hallway. I turned on the light, as I had forgotten Marie was in the room and was startled by her soft scream when she saw me in the lit room. I felt stupid and immediately turned off the light, but the vision of her elegant body, totally nude, stood out in my mind. I noticed her breasts, larger than most were about the same size as mine and her vaginal area had a tiny strip of pubic hair. I have been with women several times over my life, but mostly only my best friend, strictly for mutual gratification. There must be something twisted in my genes, for the sight of Marie's naked body stirred feelings in my groin. I immediately apologized and told her how sorry I was, but she told me not to worry. We were now both wide awake and I asked her if she wanted to talk. She began to open up; telling me about herself, but very quickly the conversation reverted back to her cheating husband. I heard her sob again and was overcome with a wave of sorrow. Without thinking it through I stepped out of my bed and in the darkness fumbled to her bed. I sat on the edge and stroked her hair. "It will pass," I said. "It may be tough now, but you will get through this." She moved her head closer to me and I ran my hand along her cheek. I moved a little lower on the bed so I could put my arm behind her head. "Let me hold you," I said, softly. She made no effort to resist and my motherly instincts wanted to comfort her pain. I moved even lower, but as I was lying on top of the blanket and was not wearing anything I was quite cold, on the verge of shivering. I said nothing, as her grief was much greater than mine. I could smell her hair, which was now almost against mine, as our faces were near each other. The next move, on my part, shocked me, probably more than her, but my head moved slightly and somewhat involuntarily I found my lips softly touching hers. I could feel her tense under my touch, but I was surprised that she did not pull away. I pressed harder and after a moment gently pushed my tongue against her lips. To my surprise she parted them and my tongue found its way inside. We kissed passionately, with me taking the lead, but she made no effort to stop my unprecedented advances. "You seem cold," She said, softly. I nodded. "Come under the covers," She whispered. I did and I felt her nakedness against mine. Again I kissed her lips, this time wrapping my arm around her back and pushing her closer to me. A moment later I felt her breasts against mine and we were laying in such a way that our nipples touched each other's. "We shouldn't be doing this," She whispered, protesting. "I know," I replied. "This seems so wrong, but feels so comfortable." Although happily married (if there is such a thing) I do enjoy the intimate company of women. I put my arm around Marie and brought her tight against me. I moved my face to within a centimetre of hers and kissed her passionately for what seemed a loving eternity. My hand moved lower, into her large, soft breasts and I began to teasingly squeeze them. She moaned under my touch and I slowly moved my head lower, kissing her neck, her chest and eventually making my way to her soft breasts. I kissed passionately as Marie's moans grew louder and her breathing became more rapid. At last my lips came in contact with her perk nipple, hardened by the sensations she was feeling. I nibbled her tenderly but with determination and I knew the small jabs of pain were exciting her more with each bite. My mouth moved to make love to her other breast and it too received the same amount of deliberate attention. I began to slide lower and I heard her whisper. "Let me touch yours." "Just lay back and enjoy. You deserve this," I replied softly. I continued to move lower, kissing her belly and teasing her navel. My lips brushed against the short, trimmed hair of her vaginal area and I could feel a wetness form between my legs. I slowly moved lower, licking every centimetre of her goodness and when my tongue reached the small love button of her womanhood I heard Marie cry with pleasure. My tongue darted around her clitoris and my lips sucked on the small button, which was growing hard to my touch. I moved in tight and buried my head in the triangle of her love. My tongue found her opening and entered as a snake would slither into a hole. She moaned and squirmed and I knew she was close. Making much needed love to her pussy was driving her mad with desire at the same time creating a need for satisfaction within me as well. I licked her hard and felt her hands push against my hair as she begged me to eat her deeply. I did and tasted her sweetness as the passion was building inside her. Marie was now lying on her back and the sheets had been pushed aside. Neither of us was cold and all I could think about was satisfying the craving needs of this woman who had been wronged so badly by her husband. She opened her legs and pushed my head harder against her love hole. I reached my hands above my head until each one felt her breast and I squeezed hard and pinched her nipples without caring if she could endure. I felt her legs shiver slightly and her tummy began to tense. A moment later she tightened all her muscles and her body began to shake violently. She screamed loudly and suddenly a steam of love juice squirted from her opening directly into my mouth. It did not stop and I was beginning to gag as I hungrily drank all the extract she had to offer. Had my mouth not been there she would have squirted her juice 2 meters in the air. She calmed and I continued to swallow and hungrily lick her cum. After she was complete I stopped and moved back to look into her eyes. She was smiling and seemed content. Without saying a word I planted a kiss other lips. She immediately parted them and flinched when she tasted her own juice inside my. mouth. I let it drip into hers and we swirled the mixture with our tongues. I was so hot that I thought I would explode. I whispered in her ear. "Eat me." "I have never been with a woman," she softly replied with reluctance in her voice. "I understand," I said disappointingly. "I want to try, though. Will you forgive my inexperience?" I smiled at her reassuringly and we kissed again. Slowly the pleasure was re building within her. We turned and turned until we found ourselves in a sixty-nine position, lying on our sides. My head was resting on her thigh while the other softly pressed down on it. She was in the same position and I felt a tingle between my legs as she slowly began to lick my wanting hole. It came naturally, as I knew it would. She ate me with passion at the same time fueling her own desire. "Am I doing it right?" she whispered. "It is so good. There is nothing you can possibly do wrong." I felt her dive back in and I asserted myself to the same task. I moved my hand and pushed my middle finger into her bum hole. She squirmed and I commanded her to do the same to me. She did and I thought I was going to pass out from ecstasy. "Harder!" I yelled and I felt her finger push deeper into my taboo space. I have had men there several times, but nothing compares to the tender yet loving touch of a woman. "Finger me!" I commanded and clumsily she moved her thumb into my pussy. "Like that?" she asked. I was overcome with passionate and could only think of reaching my own climax. "Yes!" I yelled. "Harder, please!" My breath was nothing more than short gasps. "Finger my cunt!" I commanded. She obeyed and rapidly moved her thumb and forefinger in unison in both my holes. "Make me cum!" I was crying as I spoke. The muscles in my legs were tightening and I knew I was close. My stomach muscles stiffened and I stretched my legs straight out. I was overcome with passion as my climax riveted through me. Marie did not stop fingering me and I too squirted my love juice in a strong stream directly onto her face. I heard her moan and suddenly realized that she too was about to orgasm. We came together and our bodies dropped from exhaustion at the same time. I normally masturbate three or four times a day, but never have I reached an orgasm like the one at the touch of Marie. We fell asleep cradled in each other's arms and awoke the next morning in the same position. I knew immediately that Marie felt guilty and I kissed her reassuringly, straightaway moving my hand to her honey pot. I rubbed her gently, ignoring her protests and told her to masturbate me as well. We lay on our backs with one leg overlapping. We each had a hand on the others vagina and were simultaneously pleasuring each other. I looked into her eyes and kissed her lips. The passion was building and I moved my free hand onto her breast, squeezing hard. She did the same and we soon reached orgasms together. Although not as good as the night before, we were now satisfying each other's craving needs unlike last night when we were making love. We rested and talked and Marie said she had to go and sort her life. We showered together and she dressed. She walked back to the bed, where I lay relaxed and exhausted. She leaned over and kissed my lips and placed her hand lovingly on my pussy, rubbing my clit for a moment before she left. We exchanged numbers and promised to stay in touch. I masturbated myself to two fantastic orgasms, while I relived last night's adventure. Two weeks went by and I had not heard from Marie. Then, unexpectedly I answered the phone and it was her. She has left her husband and needs time to think. She told me how much that night in Montreal had meant to her and perhaps after her emotions had settled we could meet again. I told her I would like nothing more and every time my phone rings my heart skips a beat in anticipation of it being Marie, the woman to whom I made passionate love that night not so long ago. A Friend In Need Is A Friend Indeed Ch. 02 What Friends Are For Cindy had been living with us for over a year when her divorce became final. I continued to work days, while Julie (my wife) and Cindy continued to work 12-hour night shifts as nurses in a small labor and delivery unit. The up side to this arrangement was that Julie maximized her income and she was off 7 days every two weeks. The down side was that it limited our time together. In addition, even though Julie had 7 days off, Julie and Cindy spent the day before and the day after they worked a series of night shifts adjusting from working nights to being up days and vice-versa. They seldom worked more than 3 nights in a row, and thus their "circadian rhythms" were always unbalanced. Several times before Cindy moved in, we had talked about Julie just staying on a night schedule as an option, but had decided against it as it would have meant that Julie would spend the nights alone at home while I slept. Additionally, on the weekends, I would be up alone all day while Julie slept. It was only a matter of time until somebody figured out that Cindy was an answer to at least half of the problem of Julie becoming a full time night owl. It was a Saturday, after a perfect day together, that Julie broached the subject. "Honey, remember when we talked about my staying up nights? Cindy and I would feel a lot better if we were not always going from days to nights. I think that we need to start staying up nights this weekend. Oh course we would not make any noise and we would not interfere with your sleep. You don't mind do you sweetie?" "Well." I started to reply. "And you could watch your football games on Sunday without being outvoted!" Cindy quipped reminding me that I had missed many great games due to the girls wanting to watch the latest "chick flick" out on DVD. "Well, you have a point there." I responded. At this point, there was not much that I could do. Cindy had become a part of our life. She was very hard not to like. Not only was she a lot of fun, she was smart, great looking, funny, and a big help around the house. She was not a "second wife." She was more like a sister to me and a best friend to Julie. True enough Julie got more of the benefit of having Cindy around. Nevertheless, my quality of life improved as well. We had struck the deal, and to celebrate, we all went to bed around 8:00 pm. Cindy and Julie showed their gratitude by taking turns undressing me. Cindy unbuttoned the first button, and Julie then unbuttoned the second. They alternated until all the buttons were undone. Then Julie stripped my shirt from my body. Cindy then placed one hand on either side of my tee shirt and pulled it up and over my head. She tossed the tee aside and ran her hands down along the side of my chest, until she reached the top of my pants, and then her right hand continued "south of the border" until it rested on my semi-hard cock and gave it a gentle squeeze. Now Julie moved in and unfastened my belt buckle. Julie gave it a slight tug and the belt retracted from the hoops. I was standing by the side of our bed. Cindy undid the snap and zipper. Then both ladies placed a flat palm on either side of my chest and gave a quick light push, I "fell" back until I was in a sitting position on the side of the bed. Julie grabbed the right leg of my Levi's and Cindy the left, once again, they pulled in unison, and I was left in socks and briefs. Not satisfied with my condition of undress, Cindy and Julie's arms followed through and released the jeans, catapulting them against the wall. Then as if it were a choreographed routine, which they had rehearsed a thousand times, they each removed a sock. They each took a foot in hand and massaged my feet for what seemed like an eternity and slowly worked their way up my legs, massaging my calf as they worked up towards my hips. Sliding their hands up my thighs, they each grasped a side of my briefs; I laid back and lifted my ass up off the bed. They gave yet another tug, and the brief was off, my fully erect manhood now exposed. Cindy and Julie turned to face each other, a broad smile spread across their lips as if they were proud of their accomplishment. Julie and Cindy were still dressed in their shorts and tube tops. I was now lying down across the bed, my feet on the right side, my head at the left edge. Julie sat on the bed between me and the headboard of our king size sleigh bed. Cindy sat on the bed, between the footboard and me. The girls were clearly in charge of the situation. As much as I wanted to grab Julie and impale her on my 5½" cock, while pleading with Cindy to sit on my face, I resisted my carnal urges and allowed the events to unfold. Cindy was the next to make a move. She reached over and pulled Julie's teal tube top up and over her head, exposing her firm "D" size breasts. They bounced slightly up and then back down as the material freed them from bondage. Then they swung side to side, before settling into position. Cindy placed one hand on either breast and softly squeezed and released as she moved her hands up and down and back and forth. She did this just long enough to have Julie's nipples respond by filling with blood and firming up. Julie has eraser size nipples in the middle of large dark pinkish brown areolas. Seeing Cindy's hands on my wife's breasts, her fingers toying with Julie's nipples caused my cock to jump. I wanted to jack off, but again held back. My heart was pounding. My breathing had slowed somewhat. My thoughts were racing. I could of course jack off, but the events of the evening would end when I came. In addition, I did not want to stroke my dick because I wanted to last as long as I could if we fucked. Therefore, I placed both hands behind my head. Julie soon reached over my body and tugged Cindy's lavender tube top down. Cindy's breasts stood in stark contrast to Julie's larger breasts. Cindy had perky "B" cup tits. Her small areolas were virgin pink. Not that she was a virgin by any stretch of the imagination, but she had never been pregnant and her areolas betrayed the fact. On the other hand, her nipples were huge, nearly as big around as the end of her little finger. While Julie had boobs which a man could enjoy playing with all night, a guy could suck on Cindy's tits all night long without tiring of the experience. Julie caressed Cindy's pert tits softly for a couple minutes. Then Cindy moved towards Julie and Julie moved to meet her. Their lips met as they were directly over my legs. I watched as they French kissed. When they stopped kissing, Julie pulled on my right arm, and Cindy took my left. As they moved, my head moved toward the headboard and my legs toward the footboard. Now I was laying in the center of the bed, with Julie laying on my right side and Cindy on my left. This was not the usual arrangement for our sex play. In fact, this had never occurred before. Julie had always been in the middle. Habitually, I was to her right, on "my side" of the bed and Cindy to the left. Thus, Cindy could easily slip out of the bed and return to the guest room when the sex was over, or when she wanted to use a toy in privacy. Cindy was Julie's lover and her sex was not for my entertainment. However, this night was different. Again, my mind raced as I wondered how far this difference would be taken. I heretofore had restrained myself from fucking Cindy. For several reasons, first Julie is my wife, and I had never considered cheating on her before Cindy moved in. Second, Cindy while she was warm and loving towards me, had never invited my advances. She was like a sister, who didn't mind me seeing her naked, and was happy to press her tits against me when we hugged, and softly kissed my cheek in gratitude, but never went beyond a occasional teasing cusp of my cock, or assisting Julie with a blow job. I had not been allowed to explore Cindy's pussy in any meaningful way, nor had I been allowed to eat her unshaven pussy. I was the cream in an Oreo cookie and loving it with Julie's breasts against my right arm and Cindy's nipple pressing into my left. Julie's right hand rested on the right side of my chest, Cindy's left hand lightly rubbed the left side of my chest, playing with my sparse chest hair. Their fingertips would occasionally touch and they softly rubbed my chest and stomach. Then again, as if on cue, their hands slid toward my still hard cock. Tonight instead of my hand playing with my dick, or Julie's, Cindy's fingers enveloped my pulsing cock. Cindy's hands were smaller than Julie's, and certainly smaller than mine. Her grip made my cock seem larger than it was. While my penis is only 5½" in length, it is least 6¾" in circumference. Thus, I have never had much of a complex about my length, as I felt my ability to stretch a pussy made up for my failure to pound a cervix, something I have been told is painful in any event. Cindy's technique was very different from my rhythmic tugging. She pulled, twisted, and slid her fingers on my dick. No wonder her husband had been such a protective jerk. Cindy was a master of giving hand jobs. It was hard to believe that she could be such a pro without having her own cock on which to practice on a daily basis. If she fucked as good as she gave a hand job… my mind raced again. Julie's hand was on my ball sack, pulling and softly squeezing my nuts in a way that they slid around inside the sack painlessly. Usually our foreplay took place for the most part under the covers and/or in the dark. I had had a lot of fun over the past several months, but it was not as much of a voyeur's dream as you might imagine. Tonight was different in that aspect as well. At some point during my disrobing, somebody had pulled the covers down and our play tonight was on the bottom sheet, without the top sheet covering or obscuring my view. I had seen more of Cindy's tits during this evening than I had since my first glimpse so many months ago. I had made my deal with the girls and they were sealing it with much more than a kiss. It was if they were saying, we could spend "quantity time" with you or "quality time" with you, "thank you for choosing quality over quantity." One thing I knew was that this was the first time that I was the center of attention. This was the first time that Julie had shared Cindy with me to any degree. What happened next was heavenly, but sent a clear message that could not help but muffle the excitement of the evening. Cindy moved and her head bent towards my throbbing cock. In an instant, her lips were around my organ. Her head moved up and down, her mouth sucked, her tongue flicked and licked and her lips kissed, playing my dick like a flute. Her ability to change the manner of attention she gave to my cock was spectacular. Until this night, she had occasionally kissed or lightly licked my dick with Julie while they kissed each other and returned to licking. Until tonight, my dick had been more like a toy they shared as they kissed, than an object of their lust. Tonight Cindy was giving me a blow job of such quality that it did not take long until my cock started to throb spastically. Once again, as if they had practiced for days, Julie's mouth rapidly replaced Cindy's lips. Julie slowly moved her head up and down twice. She sucked in once. There was no comparison, but it was too late, the climax had begun and there was no holding back the flood of cum that Cindy's masterful mouth had so masterfully created. I had recovered from the realization that the blowjob meant I was not going to fuck Cindy by the anticipation that I would cum in her pretty mouth. Julie demonstrated that she was still my wife and still very much in control of both her lover and me, by substituting her mouth for Cindy's at the last minute. As if to soften the disappointment, Cindy moved to my head as my cum was exploding into Julie's mouth. Cindy's lips were on my cheek, my face, and finally my lips. Her tongue intruded momentarily between my lips only to quickly withdraw. She quickly gave me an additional quick kiss on the lips before her mouth moved down to kiss my chest and stomach. Julie disappeared into the bathroom and Cindy snuggled up next to me, once again kissing my cheek. The water ran in the bathroom. I knew Julie had most likely spit out my cum and was probably brushing her teeth. Somehow, it did not matter. Before tonight, Cindy had slipped out of the bed, or they had both ended up in the shower. Cindy slid her body on top of mine, I felt her nipples move across my chest, and the material of her shorts protected her hairless pussy from my soft cock. She was now on my side of the bed. Julie was now in her panties as she slipped into our bed, pulling the covers up over my naked form. Once again, beautiful women flanked me. Julie kissed me full on the lips and then said "what do you say?" "I love you" I replied. "Yes, and what else?" She glared like a child who had shared her favorite doll with her best friend, only to have it dropped on the floor. "Thank you." I said looking at Julie in the eyes. Her eyes twinkled and she smiled. She kissed me again and winked. "And thank you too" I said to Cindy. She kissed me on the cheek "No problem, you deserved it." She smiled. Once again, I had two hands on my chest. I heard a course of "good nights" from the girls. I shut my eyes and drifted off to sleep. It was only 9 PM as we three drifted to sleep. I did not know that Cindy had set the alarm on her cell phone to midnight and placed it on vibrate. I did not hear as Julie and Cindy slipped out of bed after the alarm went off. I did not know until later that they had left the house in less than a half hour. I could not have forecasted the events that would transpire in the next few weeks, nor the effect it would have on the rest of my life. Cindy and Julie raced down the interstate towards "Bubba and Bucks." "Bubba and Bucks" was a county bar with a large dance floor. It served drinks until "bar time" but stayed open serving only soft drinks while people continued to dance until the early hours of the night. It may have been a problem in some jurisdictions, but the sheriff's brother owned the place, and the bouncers were off duty deputies. It was a sweetheart deal, and as the majority of the county frequented the place from time to time, so it really did not matter to anybody. I learned months later that they spent the first night line dancing with each other and with various men. They did not need to buy drinks and the alcohol stopped flowing long before they headed for home. Nevertheless, they did not spend money on anything but gas there and back and apparently did not go thirsty either. They got home at 5:30 am, having stopped for breakfast at a local truck stop after the night of dancing. I had gone right to sleep after the blowjob and had slept hard, so by 5:30 am, I was well rested and had already started to wake up. The girls walked into the room in each wearing one of my tee shirts, having already placed the smoke filled clothes in the washing machine, and hit the shower. I got up and went pee in the half-bath. I put on some coffee and got the Sunday paper from the porch. I returned to the bedroom to find Cindy and Julie in bed. "We got up after you went to sleep. We're doing the night owl thing, remember?" Julie said. "I remember." How could I have forgotten? I spent that day enjoying my paper, playing a round of golf and returning home in time to watch football without any competition. The girls woke up late; it was nearly 7:30 PM. They got dressed up and insisted we go out to eat, which we did. This was their weekend off and they needed to get on schedule if they were going to live the life of a vampire. I however had to work the next morning. So we went out for a late dinner, having only a couple of drinks. We got home and it was nearly 10:00 PM. The girls stripped down as soon as we hit the bedroom. They did not ritually undress me the second night. They were both in bed before I was even undressed. Once again, Julie was in the middle. Once again, it was dark and the lights were off. Once again, the covers were up. I was in bed to find Cindy's mouth on Julie nipple, and her hand on Julie's mound. I dutifully licked, sucked and nibbled on Julie's other breast. However, unlike other nights, my head was pushed down between Julie's legs. I love to eat pussy. I was soon lost in her love folds, licking her clit, sucking and tugging on her inner and outer lips. The sweet aroma of her wetness filled my nostrils and I buried my face in her pussy, forcing my nose into her vagina. I was enjoying eating her pussy and then I felt the bed move. I assumed that Cindy was going to bed, until I felt her returning to bed on my side and felt her hunting for my cock. I moved to expose my manhood to her, and she once again grasped my dick and started with her special massage techniques. Once again, I felt her lips on my cock. I increased the intensity of my consumption of Julie's pussy. In response, Julie started thrashing in the bed. Her vocalizations were louder than I had ever heard before. She had both hands on my head, pushing my mouth into her wet pussy. She jerked and screamed as she came. In response, my cock pulsed. There was no way that Julie's lips could replace Cindy's tonight. I was overwhelmed by the realization that Cindy's lips, not Julie's were waiting for my warm jizzum. Would she swallow? Would she run to spit and brush her teeth? Those questions pushed my mind over the edge! Once again the climax started, it was too late to hold it back, there was no stopping things now. As my cock pulsed Cindy's head pulled away. With my hands under Julie's ass, there was nothing I could do to keep Cindy's lips on my cock. Her hand replaced her lips and masterfully milked the last drop of my cum from my throbbing cock. I did not know it then, but my cum had doused her tits like a fire hose. I was spent. Once again, I went to sleep with a woman on either side. Once again, I got two goodnight kisses. Once again, Cindy and Julie slipped out of bed after I was asleep. Once again, Cindy and Julie were on their way to Bubba and Bucks. This time they made it to the bar well before midnight. However, being a Sunday night the crowd was thinner. While Friday and Saturday nights Bubba's was a major meat market, the other nights of the week were somewhat slower. Sundays were the slowest of all. After a couple of dances, Julie and Cindy got a beer and had their choice of tables. "Are you sure you are ok with my sucking Al's cock?" Cindy needed a reality check. "Sure, I'm ok with it if you are, I mean I don't want you too if you don't want to!" Julie replied. "Are you kidding, I love being with you, but you know I miss fucking and personally I'm beginning to think that the tee shirt is wrong, vibrators are not better than cocks!" Cindy giggled as she confessed her need for man meat. "Yeah, I know what you mean, as much as I like ‘big pink' I get to craving Al's cock after a while!" Julie blushed. "Big pink" was the name she gave to the 7" vibrator that she bought soon after Cindy had moved in. "I don't mind you giving Al head, but I don't think that I am ready to have you fuck Al." "Oh, Julie, I would never ask you for that. Al is your husband, and I respect that. I would just hate it if I did anything to hurt your relationship with Al. You both have been so nice to me." Cindy took Julie's hand in hers as she spoke. "Yeah, thanks to Clinton, everybody knows that blowjobs are not sex anymore." Julie laughed, recalling how years earlier I had teased her about that. While she was bemoaning the fact that she could not give good head, I had suggested that she pay a whore to suck me in her presence so she would learn how. She had told me that hell would freeze over first. Little could I have imagined then that one day Julie would invite Cindy to suck my cock, just for that reason! A Friend In Need Is A Friend Indeed Ch. 02 They had become fast friends and Cindy's attention to my cock the first night, with the lights on, had been as much for Julie's benefit as for mine. Julie had never liked giving me head. Cindy's orally satisfying Julie had made Julie feel a little guilty over not being able to make me cum orally, thus the lesson. Blowjob number two had been for Cindy's satisfaction, as she had not been with a man for well over a year. The first blowjob had stirred up the cock lust in Cindy. "Julie, I have to be honest, I need a good fuck. I do not mean to hurt you, I love being with you. But I have gone through one too many pack of batteries in my vibrator!" Cindy once again nearly blushed as she laughed aloud. "Oh, you poor thing, I have been so selfish. I have kept you all to myself. We have just got to get you laid!" Julie said. Just then, two guys walked up to the table. Cindy and Julie recognized them as bouncers from the club. "Hi, I'm Mike, this is Tim, mind if we join you?" The first guy said. "Aren't you guys supposed to be working?" Cindy said. "We are on the clock, and but it is slow, so it's no problem." Mike explained. "Sure you can join us if you want to buy us a drink, but she's married and I'm with her!" Cindy said. Julie played with her ring and smiled at the guys as they sat down and motioned to the waitress. "No problem, it's not like that anyway. Tim's married too." Mike said, "It's just slow and Bubba likes for everybody to have a good time." He smiled broadly. Mike was tall and broad shouldered; his cowboy hat covered his brown hair and shadowed his blue eyes, until he took it off in respect of the two women. Tim was somewhat shorter, light blond hair and a slightly stocker build. The kind of average looking guy that makes a slightly good looking buddy look handsome by comparison. The four of them shared a couple beers, which the guys bought. Finally, Cindy lied and said that they needed to go to work the next morning. The girls excused themselves, Cindy winked at Mike and the girls went to the car. "What's up with that? I thought you wanted to get laid!" Julie said once they were safely in the car. "I wanted to get laid, not have my heart broke!" Said Cindy. "Look, Bubba's is about the only thing going on in this hick town when we are off work." "True enough." Said Julie "So what does that have to do with getting laid tonight?" "Well, first, I would like to come back to Bubba's without the risk of one of the bouncers thinking he owns me." Cindy's last relationship had left lasting marks, and she was not going to be dominated by another guy again. "Second, He is a deputy and that could get messy if there was to be a breakup. Finally, we have only one car, which means we would need to split up, or you would need to follow me, or come back and pick me up or wait for me. It's just to messy and I do not want to be in a position of needing to call 911 or something crazy like that. I want to get laid, but I'm not 19 anymore and right now I need to be in control." "I'm sorry, I guess I have been married and out of the dating scene far too long." Julie confessed. "So what are we going to do now, and how are we going to get you laid?" Julie wondered aloud. "Remember that Truck stop?" Cindy said. "Yeah, the breakfast place?" Julie answered, "How is that going to get you laid?" "Did you not notice how those truckers looked at us yesterday?" Cindy smiled. "Yeah, they had hungry eyes!" Julie recalled. "But you wouldn't get into the cab with a trucker would you?" "Of course not, silly, I have do desire to crawl into the wrong cab and end up chained in a sleeper cab as a cross country sex-slave! But you know most truck drivers are just good ol' boys trying to make a living, far away from home and on a tight schedule. They don't want a relationship and will not look at you funny every time you walk into Bubba's place like you belong to them." Cindy blurted out way to fast, like she had been thinking about it for 18 hours or so. "Wow, Cindy." Julie gasped. "The way I see it, more than likely it would be a great way to get laid. They sell condoms in the men's bathroom, or so I've been told, and did you see the signs for private showers?" Cindy explained. "It sounds like you have it all figured out!" Julie said. "And I would be close by in case anything went wrong!" "Yes, we just need to have coffee, smile and wink, then we can head off to the showers, the guy gets lucky, I get lucky, he heads to Atlanta, New York or wherever, and we go home never having to worry about him calling." Cindy concluded her plan. By the time Cindy had finished outlining her plan, they had reached the exit sign for the truck stop. "Are you sure?" Asked Julie. "How long has it been since you got laid?" Cindy asked curtly "Of course I am sure, I need to have a real cock, what part of real fuck do you not understand?" "Ok, ok, I'm sorry, you have gone way too long. And you do have a good plan. Julie confirmed. "A good plan? I have a great plan, I have a fantastic plan, I have the perfect plan!" Cindy said dramatically, "Now let's get me laid before I run naked through the streets or end up fucking Al!" "Ok, ok, I want you happy!" Julie said. The car reached the end of the exit ramp and the lights of the truck stop revealed rows of "eighteen wheelers" parked and others gassing up. "Wow, bubba's may be slow, but this place is hopping." Julie commented. Julie parked and they soon were in a booth. The first couple of truckers that walked in were well over 55 years old. They were on their second cup of coffee when a slender, handsome guy, who looked to be in his late 20s or early 30s walked in. Cindy made eye contact and smiled. Reading her like a book, He walked over to the booth. "Hi" Cindy spoke first, so as to remove any doubt in his mind that she was interested. "Hi back at ya, I'm Jim, but my friends call me Jim" He said with a warm smile. Cindy smiled and laughed, not because it was all that funny, but because she was already playing on his male ego. The waitress was soon upon them and Jim ordered coffee. There was some small talk before Cindy took Jim by the hand and headed towards the bathrooms. "Do these places really have showers?" Cindy said innocently. "Yeah there not like home, but they are wet." Jim replied "Can you show me one?" Cindy said. The bait was out. She licked her lips as if to clear up any innocent misconception he might have had. "I can show you anything you want to see!" Jim said, and with that remark they were inside the small room. Cloths flew off. The water was on, and they had soon lathered up each other's body. Jim was well endowed, at least 7" and very thick. Cindy could not resist his giant member. "Crap, I forget to get the condom" Cindy said. Just then as if on cue there was a soft knock on the door. "Cindy, I think you forgot something!" It was Julie. Jim opened the door and Julie got a good look at his hard cock as he reached for the little package. Julie let out a little gasp of unbelief as she for the first time saw a cock which was just a little bit larger than her favorite toy, but quite a bit larger than my manhood. "Thank you!" Jim said as he shut the door. "No, thank you!" Julie whispered loud enough for only her to hear. Julie stood guard far enough away from the door to avoid suspicion, but close enough to come to Cindy's aid, or prevent Cindy being whisked off to the back of a sleeper cab. Meanwhile, inside the shower room, Jim quickly applied the latex sheathe over his massive cock. He then picked up Cindy and pushing her back against the shower wall inserted his cock as she wrapped her legs around his waist and hips. The water hit his back as he thrust his hips forcing his cock into her wet pussy. She bit her lip to suppress her cries as she came, but the pounding of his pelvis continued as she came again and again. She had not told Julie, but John's cock had been even smaller than my modest cock. Jim's cock was the largest manhood which had ever found its way into her pussy. She came repeatedly; biting first her lips and then his shoulder as he wildly fucked her without effort. Finally, she felt his cock pulse once again, and he came into the ribbed condom. He didn't immediately withdraw from her. He pressed his chest against hers and he continued to pin her to the wall with his cock still deep within her. Cindy was breathing deeply and her heart was pounding. Finally, his cock softened and he lifted her up and off his cock. "Oh, my god, that was fantastic!" Cindy said as she kissed him on the cheek. Her legs were weak as she attempted to get dressed while holding herself up by one hand on the wall. Her panties were wet, so she pulled her jeans on and then donned her shirt without her bra. She stuffed her panties and bra into her jean pockets. Cindy eyed Jim's dick in its flaccid state; she noted that it was still larger than any she had seen hard. She could not take her eyes off it for more than a moment, as she quickly got dressed. "Oh, your cock is so perfect!" she said louder than she had intended. "Thank you." Jim was still naked, in the shower stall, allowing Cindy to get dressed in the small room. While Cindy had been getting dressed, Jim had managed to get his jeans and retrieve his wallet. He had six fifty dollar bills folded in his hand. Jim reached his hand out to shake hers, palming the folded bills into her hand. "What is this? Do you think? Cindy stammered. "Baby, I have to get dressed." He said as he moved behind her. He nearly pushed her out of the door. Julie had moved closed and once again caught a glimpse of Jim's naked body as Cindy left the room. "That's all the money I have, I'm sorry, if it's not enough, you were great, but if you wanted more, you should have said so up front. Now don't make a scene." The door slammed shut and the clerk who was stocking the shelves looked up. "Let's go' Julie said anticipating a problem. "But" Cindy stammered. "Come on." Julie took Cindy's hand and moments later the car was once again on the highway. "So, how was your first real fuck in over a year?" "He fucked my eyes out, I never came so hard or so many times. Then the son of a bitch went a spoiled it by giving me money!" Cindy blurted out. "He paid you?!" Julie gasped. "Yeah, what did he think I was, I mean he has his nerve!" Cindy continued to rant. "How much did he give you?" Julie could not stop herself. Dawn was starting to break its first light. Cindy counted aloud as she unfolded the bills. "50, 100, 150, 200, 250, 300, the prick gave me $300." "So, you fucked the biggest cock I have ever seen." Julie started. "You saw it?" Cinder interrupted. "How could I not see it, it was huge! So you fucked this cute guy with a huge dick, you came hard, fast, and repeatedly; and you got $300, and you are pissed!" Julie emphasized each of the key words. Cindy started laughing, "Shit, I should have paid him for it!" They got home about the same time I was waking up, and once again, their clothes were in the washing machine and they were in tee shirts before I laid eyes on either of them. They had my breakfast fixed and waiting for me before I left for work. "I didn't hear you guys at all last night." I commented. "We went out of our way to make sure you couldn't hear us." Julie said. "How did you sleep?" Cindy asked. "Like a log." I answered "thanks to you guys." "I'm really glad that you slept ok." Cindy responded with a coy wink. I left for work and the girls once again hit the shower. "So, did you get your fill of cock?" Julie winked at Cindy. "Oh, my god, I am so sore I can hardly walk. I mean it, I don't think I will be able to use my pussy again for a week!" Cindy responded. "So, I know he is bigger than Al, was he bigger than your ex?" Julie prodded. "Sweetie, I wasn't going to tell you this, but AL is bigger than John was! I think that is why John was such a domineering jerk. He was afraid that I would find somebody with a bigger dick and leave him over it!" Cindy said as she washed Julie's hair. "Really? So have you ever fucked a cock that big before?" Julie pushed. "Not even close. But I till you one thing, if I had fucked a guy hung like Jim, I would have left that little dicked motherfucker John after our first date!" Cindy laughed. "Jim fucked my brains out! It was great, but no way could I take it every night." Once again Julie and Cindy ended up in bed. They kissed for a while and then Cindy sucked Julies tits. Julie was soon playing with her pussy. Julie reached over and located "big pink." Do you wish you could have fucked Jim? Cindy whispered in Julie's ear. "I'm married." Julie muttered. Cindy turned on the vibrator and placed it against Julie's clit. "I know, but do you ever wish that you could fuck a cock this big?" Julie took the oversized vibrating dildo from Cindy's hand and thrust it into her hot wet pussy. She moaned as she pushed it deep into her pussy. "Yes, oh, yes, I would love to feel a man thrust his big cock into my pussy!" Cindy crawled on top of Julie. Julie reached around Cindy to resume the movement of the large toy. Cindy rocked rhythmically on Julie adding the pressure of her body to simulate a man's weight. Julie's mouth opened and Cindy did not miss the invitation. They kissed wildly as Julie fucked herself. It was only a few minutes until Julie cried, "fuck me, Jim, fuck me, I'm going to cum, yes, fuck me with your huge dick." Julie bucked as she came, Cindy rolled to the side as Julie withdrew the still vibrating dildo. Cindy again kissed Julie. "Oh god, I came so hard! Hey, Jim, you owe me $300." Julie laughed, Cindy blushed and joined in the laughter. Soon they were asleep in each other's arms. I returned home to find them still asleep. They were naked; their movement had uncovered them as they slept. I gazed at the two bodies on the bed. I loved my wife, but I secretly longed to fuck Cindy. I quietly stripped nude and began to pull on my cock as I looked at Cindy's nude body. My passion could not be controlled any longer. I approached the bed. I crawled next to Julie and pushed my cock into her thigh. "Baby, I need you." Julie woke up to the sound of my voice. "Hey baby. God you are hard." She whispered. "Honey, I need to fuck!" I reached for her breasts, knowing the effect that playing with her breasts would have. "I can't honey, I'm sore down there, I'm sorry, I didn't think that we would fuck until the weekend!" Julie said. I spotted big pink on the nightstand. "Oh, I understand." "Hey guys, what's up?" Cindy said in a first thing in the morning voice. "Well, um, right now Al seems to be up! But I'm too sore to take him!" Julie said. "Poor baby!" Cindy emphasized. "Come on, sweetie; let's help you take care of that! Come on Julie, let's hit the shower!" Cindy took me by the hand and pulled me out of the bed. Julie joined us by the time we were in the bathroom. All three of us were soon sharing the water the best we could. Cindy the shortest stood under the nozzle, which she had pointed up and over her head. I was next and Julie in the back of the tub. Cindy soon knocked the nozzle towards the wall and four hands were lathering my front and back at the same time. I was facing Cindy and she did not flinch at my attempts to lather up her tits. Soon she was grinding her soapy tits against my chest, and I could feel my hard cock against her hairless pussy. "Ok, you two, my turn." Julie spun me around. She too ground her pelvis against mine and her breasts into my chest as she kissed me. My cock was hard and soapy. Then Julie turned around and pressed her butt against my dick. I fucked her full, firm, round ass cheeks. Julie did not like anal sex, and my dick as far too sort and too thick to have anal sex with anybody who didn't really like to be fucked up the ass. However, she did like me rubbing my dick between her ass cheeks as a guy titty-fucks a woman's cleavage. I rubbed my cock on her as I felt Cindy's tits rub against my back. Cindy's hands played with my balls as I humped Julie. From the position of Julie's arms, I was sure that she was playing with her clit. I soon shot my loan on Julie's back. Cindy once again moved the showerhead, and traded places with me. "Rinse off and get out so we can get ready, ok big guy?" Cindy said. I complied. Cindy washed my cum off Julie's back. Then as I toweled off, I watched Cindy and Julie wash each other's hair. Cindy was next to get out. I handed her a towel. "Thanks sweetie." Cindy reached up on her tiptoes. She kissed me on the lips, and then the cheek. Julie was rinsing off, and could not hear as Cindy whispered in my ear "We both love you a lot, hang in there, stay as wonderful as you are." Her wet naked body was flush against mine. I did not care that my efforts to dry myself off would need to be repeated. She kissed me once again as Julie turned off the water. Cindy did not bother to cover up with the towel as she left the bathroom. I handed Julie a towel. Julie too kissed my lips. At the same time, she reached for my dick and balls, gently playing with them both as she said, "I honestly am sorry that I was too sore to enjoy you. I'm sorry we don't fuck more." "Me too." I said. "But you have to take care of your needs when the urge hits, and I understand. Besides, how many guys get to shower with two women. It is all good. I miss your pussy, but it is all good and I love you very much. I'm glad you are my wife." With that, a slight tear came to Julie's eye. She put her towel to her face as if to towel off after the shower, but I know it was a tear I saw. She removed the towel and I kissed her. "I love you honey." She whispered. "I love you too." With that I turned and left the shower. Cindy had put on her bra and scrub pants. Her hair was still damp as she let Julie have first dibs at the hair dryer. She bustled around the kitchen in her white lace, see-through bra. She was hot! I was having more difficulty controlling the desire to grab her and take her on the table. Instead, I helped her set the table. We had dinner and they were soon off to work. Cindy and Julie spent nearly every night they were off at Bubba and Bucks. On Sunday, they would have coffee at the truck stop. Most Sundays, the truckers were either "too old, too fat or toothless." Cindy got lucky a few times, but it was soon apparent that the first fuck was a fluke, besides the employees started watching their movements. Apparently, Julie's wedding ring was not enough to stem the tide of suspicion raised by two good-looking women frequenting a truck stop in the wee hours of the morning. As Julie and Cindy became regulars at the bar, they were able to find dance partners worthy of their talents. There was a lot of line dancing, but occasionally there were slow dances as well. For several weeks, Julie and Cindy declined the offers for slow dances. But friendships were built and confidences won, until first Cindy and then Julie accepted the occasional offer for a slow dance. "Julie, I need to go to the bathroom" Cindy gave Julie the "look" and both women excused themselves. "What's up Cindy?" Julie asked as the door shut. Cindy glanced around insuring that the stalls were empty. "I've found another Jim!" Cindy exclaimed. "You mean your in love, you've found another John?" Julie was confused over Cindy's misstating her ex husband's name. "No, no, no, not another John," Thinking Julie had not heard her. "Another Jim, you know Jim from the truck stop!" "Oh, that Jim!" Julie caught her drift. "During the close dance, I could fell his dick though his pants from the way he was holding me, I can not be sure, but oh, my god, it has to be at least as big as ‘pink'!" Cindy could not contain her excitement. A Friend In Need Is A Friend Indeed Ch. 02 "So, what do you want to do about it?" Julie asked. "He wants to get a hotel across the road! He says that he is way to drunk to drive and he cannot afford a DUI!" Cindy explained the situation. "Is he that drunk?" Julie quizzed. "I don't know, I can not tell, he does not seem that drunk, but who knows!" Cindy said "But that is not the point!" "What is the point?" Julie inquired. "The point is He wants to get a hotel." She emphasized the last word. "That's the point!" "And?" Julie said. "Oh, come on Julie, I need you to be with me. I cannot spend the night alone with this guy. I've been with you and Al for nearly 2 years. Now I need you to be with me!" Cindy's eyes pleaded. "OK, Ok, ok, we have been through a lot together, I can not refuse your request, anything to help get you laid!" Julie laughed. When the girls had returned from the bathroom, Cindy had started ordering drinks and somehow managed to manipulate Julie into drinking both their drinks on each round, leaving Cindy sober after the last call, and Julie somewhat under the influence. Frank too had laid off the booze after he found out there was a chance he was going to get laid. Last call came and went. Finally, Cindy told Frank that if he went across the road and got the room, with two beds, she would join him. But only on the condition that her friend could come along. Somewhat bewildered and assuming that the two beds and extra friend would doom the party, he agreed. The doors opened to the outside, so Cindy and Julie watched as Frank entered the office, obtained a key, and located the room. They parked in the back and took the back stairs and quickly made their way to the door, Cindy knocked. Frank opened the door "Oh, you actually came, I half thought you were only teasing when you said you would come if Julie did." "Frank, we've been line dancing together for nearly 4 months, you're a great guy and a wonderful dance partner, I wouldn't do you like that!" Cindy kissed him on the cheek. "Well. Come in, come in!" Frank smiled. "It's getting late" Cindy said. "Good thing it is a Friday night!" "Or early depending on how you look at it!" Julie quipped. "It's actually 2:30 Saturday morning! "Is it that late?" Frank asked. "Yep, whose going to sleep where?" Cindy said. "there's only two beds that means somebody is going to have to share." Frank blushed, not wanting to come right out and say he wanted to fuck Cindy. "That is a problem!" He chuckled. "Listen Frank, Julie is married and she is kind of shy, so why don't you go into the bathroom and get undressed. We will get undressed and into bed and then when you come out, you can have the bed closest to the bathroom!" Cindy instructed, "How's that sound?" "Well, ok, I guess!" Frank agreed, not really knowing what he was agreeing to. While Frank was in the bathroom, Julie and Cindy quickly undressed. Julie kept her panties and bra on and got into the far bed. Cindy was naked and in the bed closet to the bathroom. The lights were out in the room. So when Frank stepped out of the bathroom, he stood naked basked in the light shining from the bathroom door. His cock was soft, but well over 6" long. Julie stared at his member. My cock grows from slightly less than 3" flaccid to nearly double when engorged. Her mind quickly did the math if 3" grows to 5½" does 6 inches grow to 10", 10½" or a full 11"? She felt her pussy moisten. Cindy could not resist. She bounded out of the bed, knelt before Frank, and took his cock into her mouth. He quickly responded as his cock filled with blood. Cindy was careful to position herself and move her head in such a way to give Julie a clear view of Frank's cock as it grew and grew. However, it did not reach 11" or even 9". Fully erect his cock was 7½". It was longer and even somewhat thicker than big pink. Julie was relieved. She knew how her pussy hurt after a good hard fucking and how it ached after big pink, the thought of an 11" cock pounding her friend was frightening. As Cindy's head darted around Frank's cock, Julie's pussy moistened and her fingers crept under the satin of her panties. Cindy got up and took Frank by the hand, leading him to the bed, she pulled the covers back, exposing the entire bottom sheet. She pushed Frank onto the bed, his cock now standing like a flagpole. Cindy placed a rolled condom in her mouth and skillfully transferred the condom to Frank's waiting cock. His cock was so large that her mouth could not go all the way down on it. After the condom was on his head, she had to finish applying it with her hands. She straddled him and slowly lowered herself onto his waiting cock. She squatted and leaned back supporting her weight on her arms and legs. She moved her ass back and forth, from side to side as well as up and down as she slowly fucked him. Julie wished that they were home. She wished that pink was only an arms reach away. It was not fair. When she fucked Al, Cindy had her toys. Her pussy ached as she rubbed it with her fingers. Cindy had down switched positions, having dropped to her knees and setting erect on the massive cock. Now she was mostly just resting on it, occasionally moving forward on her knees slightly raising herself up on the cock. She cupped her tits in her hands and played with them. Julie's pussy was now on fire. Julie sat up in bed and undid her bra. She joined the couple in the bed and Cindy responded by sliding off Frank's cock. "Let Frank eat you," she whispered to Julie. They positioned themselves so that Frank's face was in Julie's pussy, and Cindy was licking Frank's once again bare cock. This placed Cindy's pussy by Julie's face. Cindy moved her pussy closer to Julie's face and Julie overcome with alcohol and passion, first kissed and then licked Cindy's warm folds. This continued until Frank came, Cindy pulled back just in time for the cum to miss her face and fall on the sheet. Cindy then took Julie by the hand and moved to the other bed. They quickly formed a 69 position and Julie passionately licked Cindy's pussy. Cindy held back on Julie's pussy. This was more than Frank could handle and he was soon hard again. Cindy reached up and played with Franks cock. Cindy came, leaving Julie still unsatisfied and filled with lust. Cindy moved to Julie's ear. "Do you want to fuck a big cock?" Cindy whispered. "My pussy is so on fire!" Julie said. "Oh it aches." "Do you wish you had big pink here?" Cindy whispered softly as she played with Julie's tit. Cindy's eyes met Frank's and with a glance he understood that he was to suck Julie's other nipple. "Oh, god, my pussy is on fire!" Julie was talking out of her head, the lust and the alcohol had overtaken her. "Do you wish you would fuck a big cock?" Cindy moved her head from Julie's breast and then to her ear and back again between questions "Have you ever fucked a cock as big as Franks?" Frank continued to suck and play with Julie's nipples. "Don't you want to fuck him like I did?" Cindy continued to pressure Julie. "Fuck me, fuck me Frank; I need your big dick!" Julie had fallen to Cindy's suggestions. It was not Julie's words, but Cindy's words from Julie's mouth. Cindy did not have to be ask Frank twice. In a flash, he was in top of Julie, but not before Cindy had applied another condom. Cindy had slow fucked Frank, but this had not gotten him off. He had wanted to fuck both Cindy and her friend since they had slow danced. The word in the club was that the two were untouchable, and only out for a good time dancing. The idea of being the first guy in the club to fuck either Cindy or Julie, much less the two of them was enough to fill his cock with more blood than usual! As if that were not enough, he was fucking another man's wife. It did not take a rocket scientist to figure out that the only reason she would consider fucking a "big dick" was that she did not have one his size at home. Julie moaned as his cock entered her wet but swollen pussy. She gasped with nearly every thrust. "Oh yes, oh yesss" a guttural sound escaped her lips. "Fuck me, fuck me, oh yes, oh god, oh yes." Her ass moved on the bed. She arched her back forcing the back of her head into the pillow. "I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum!" She went lip. Frank pulled out. "Fuck me Frank." Cindy lay on the bed next to Julie. Her legs parted and her fingers pulling her pussy lips apart. Frank mounted Cindy, his second erection showing no signs of deflating. Cindy reached over and took Julie's hand and held it as Frank pounded her pussy like a high school jock. Cindy quickly came once and then again before Frank's hard cock pulsed and shot a second load, this time into the latex pouch. Julie and Cindy got up and headed to the bathroom together. They locked the door and turned on the shower. "It's nearly 4:30!" Cindy said. "I hope that Al sleeps in." "Shit what have I done?" Julie started to tear up. They got into the shower and Cindy held Julie close. "It's ok, it's ok. Look he had a condom on. You have used toys before, this time it was just a flesh filled toy!" Cindy's reasoning seemed a little strange. "What?" Julie said "Look, those dildos are molded from the cocks of real porn stars!" Cindy explained. "Are you serious?" Julie said. "Look, it's not like you cheated on Al!" Cindy tried to console a confused Julie. "You don't love Frank!" "No, I love Al," Julie sobbed. "And I love Al and Al loves you. Frank was just a meat dildo, a human fucking machine! He did not cum in you! Give yourself a break." Cindy tried to soften the blow "Look Julie, to be honest, most people would consider what we have been doing cheating on Al. Most men would have left you, but not Al. Al honestly wants you to be happy. The past is the past, if you really love Al, then let's forget about this and let's work on making Al happy." "Oh Cindy, you are the best friend ever." Julie rubbed her eyes. "Let's get out of here and get home!" Cindy said. They got out and dried off. In typical male fashion, Frank had fallen asleep. They softly closed the door behind themselves and headed home. The drive was quieter than usual, Cindy drove, just on the off chance that the police were running checkpoints. "Cindy, you know you and Al have been very nice to me." Julie's voice broke the silence. "Of course Buddy, you and Al have been very nice to me too!" Cindy answered honestly. "Thanks, but that is not what I mean!" Julie's heart was aching. "Has Al ever came on to you or tried to fuck you behind my back?" "Of course not, how could you accuse me?" Cindy could not believe her ears. Julie interrupted. "No, no, I'm not accusing you. I knew you had not. I was pretty sure that Al had not come on to you. You see that is what I mean. I have been sleeping with you, and I have been sleeping with Al, and you have been fucked what, four, five times in the past year!" The words flooded out. "It's not fair, I have not been fair. The one time that you have a guy with a huge dick and a bedroom to fuck him in, you share him with me." "Cindy, if I was ok with it, would you want to fuck Al?" Cindy did not know how to answer the question. If she said "No," the subject was not likely to come up again. If she replied with an honest "yes," she risked an end of the relationship as it was. In the end, honesty won out. "Julie, Al is your husband, and I know how you feel about not cheating. But yes, if things were different, I would likely fuck Al. He is sweet and gentle and understanding and what's not to like?" "Your right, Cindy, what's not to like," Julie reached over and stroked Cindy's arm, "you are my best friend. And best friends share... everything. Not to mention that Al has been sharing me with you without complaining." The girls came home and went to bed, without saying much of anything. This whole time I never suspected that they had even left the home, much less went out dancing at night. When they woke up we all went out to eat. But we got home much earlier than the last time. Once again, they undid my clothing. But this time it was different. After we were all naked, Cindy moved over next to me and kissed me on the lips. It was not a passing brief kiss meant to excite and tease, but a lingering soulful kiss that says, "I love you and you may have me." Cindy eventually pulled away and pushed my head towards her nipples. I looked for Julie and was surprised to see Julie between Cindy's legs. I positioned my head in a way that allowed me to watch my wife eating her best friend's pussy while I licked, sucked and otherwise enjoyed Cindy's tits. Cindy was writhing with pleasure from the stimulation. She came and pulled my head back up to meet her lips as we kissed again. Julie's head was now next to my ear. "Do you want to fuck Cindy?" I could not believe my ears. Julie had whispered, but in a stage whisper loud enough for all to hear. I did not answer, I was stunned. "Yes, would you like to fuck me?" Cindy too whispered in my ear, as my head had turned to kiss Julie. "I want you to fuck Cindy, will you fuck Cindy for me? Julie said after our lips parted. "Yes baby, I want you to fuck me, I want to feel your thick dick in my pussy, please fuck me baby." With that, she kissed me again. I knew that this would be either the first day of the rest of my life or the last day of my marriage. Either way I could not live as I had been living. I mounted Cindy and slowly rubbed my cock on her bare pussy. I hesitated to actually insert my cock, lest Julie be testing me. "It's ok honey" Julie's words of encouragement were the last motivation I needed. I thrust my swollen member into her warm pussy. The sides surrounded my cock and closed around it. It had been years since I had been with anther woman. Our bodies merged and fell into a rhythm uniquely our own. Fearing that it would be our only occasion, I wanted it to last forever. We rolled on our sides and then Cindy was on top. She leaned forward and took both my hands in hers, our fingers interlocked as she pressed my hands on the pillows. Her face inches above mine, our eyes locked, we kissed as she rode my cock. I could not restrain myself any longer. My cock started to twitch, Cindy picked up the pace and as my dick exploded sending streams of jizzum into her unprotected pussy, she too came. She fell forward on my chest, our hearts beat in time with each other. Then she rolled off to my left, snuggling up against me. We lay there in each other's arms for an hour. Julie had left the room. She returned with drinks and said "we need to talk." We talked for hours. All of the details I have outlined above and much more came out. We decided that Cindy was a part of our life and we were a part of hers. There was going to be no more playing favorites. We were going to be a family. As a result, Julie and Cindy stopped working nights. There were not two jobs on the same team, so now Julie and Cindy work more or less opposite each other, 12-hour day shifts. They were able to get the same weekends off, but during the week, Julie is working when Cindy is off and Cindy is working when Julie is off. This gives everybody some "alone time." And we are together evenings and every other week-end. Sleeping arrangements have changed too. About half the time, Julie and I share the sleigh bed and Cindy is in the guest room. Sometimes Cindy and I share the bed and Julie is in the guest room, and occasionally I am in the guestroom and Cindy and Julie share the master bedroom. It actually works out quite well. Cindy is out of debt, we have nearly paid off our home, and we have more fun than three people should be allowed to have. Yes, Julie told me about Frank too. I was hurt of course. However, when Cindy pulled me aside and told me that fucking Frank was what made all this possible, well I did what any red-blooded America man would do. I talked the girls into taking me to Bubba and Bucks. When Frank made the mistake of coming up and introducing himself, the girls excused themselves. He told me how much fun it had been fucking the two of them. He suggested that if I played my cards right, I might get as lucky as he did. I invited him to step outside and see my car. Once outside, I thanked him for the tip. Introduced myself and explained that because of him I was now fucking both of them and would like to give him a token of my appreciation. With that, I punched him in the stomach and gave him an uppercut to the jaw, knocking him off his feet. I told him that if I ever caught him even looking at my women again, I would cut off his 7" dick and feed it to him. Then I went inside, the girls returned and asked where Frank had gone. I told them something had come up that he needed to deal with. I spent the rest of the night dancing with my two lovers, after which we got a room in the hotel across the street, but that is a story for another day. A Friend In Need Is A Friend Indeed "Honestly, I don't know what to say." I started slowly. "Do you want me to leave?" She asked. "Cindy, what you and Julie have done does not change your situation. You are a friend. You mean a lot to Julie. Your leaving would not solve anything." I answered; trying to live up to her expectations of what a "great guy" would do in this situation. I also had to consider what Julie was feeling. Now it was Cindy's turn to be puzzled. "Ok, so if I'm not leaving, are you leaving?" She asked with a tone that reflected bewilderment. "I hope not!" I said. Julie had been silent for the longest time. "Look you two, we are all grown ups here. I see no reason that things can not continue pretty much like they have been, with one exception." "OoooKay." Cindy drew it out. "Well Cindy, Al is my husband, and I have no desire or intent to share him with anybody. You are my very best friend and I sure enjoy what we have. What I was wondering was if we could include Al in our playing. I'm not asking you to let him have sex with you, in fact I rather expect that he does not. Nor am I asking you to let him do anything to you that would make you feel uncomfortable. You are still married, and I would like to be able to swear that you have not cheated on your husband should the need ever come up!" "So, what you are saying is that Al would be involved, but only with you, while you and I were involved with each other?" Cindy clarified. "Ok, so you are suggesting that we all can get it on at one time, but the only rule is that I do not touch Cindy and she does not touch me?" I grasped at the concept. "Pretty much seems to be the only solution I can think of that could keep things as much the same as they are without anybody feeling left out." Julie confirmed our understanding of the new "house rules." "I think that I could handle that." Cindy said. "That seems fair enough!" I concluded out loud. "Fair enough!? That seems more than fair to me!" Julie once again glared at me. "How many husbands get to have 3 ways with their wife and her girl friend?" Julie and Cindy giggled. I again felt my face flush. "As I recall, you were complaining about how horny you were!" Julie looked at me. "Do you still want to do something about it?" "Care if I stick around?" Cindy quizzed. "I guess not, we might was well see how this is going to work out." I said as enthusiastically as I could. Still unsure of the future implications to our marriage, but sure that anything less than an affirmative answer would have doomed the short-term path of our life together down a very rocky road. Cindy undid the belt to her white robe, and it fell open enough to reveal her shaved mound. "Slide over" she said. Julie complied by moving towards my side of the bed. Cindy stood up and walked around the foot of the bed to Julie's side. As she did she let the robe slip off her body to reveal her pert breasts and her shapely ass. Her quick slide under the covers limited my initial exposure to a brief glimpse of her young nubile body. Julie reached under the covers and placed her hand on my now semi-erect penis. At the same time she turned her head towards Cindy and they kissed deeply. My cock pulsed at the sight of my wife kissing another woman. Cindy's left hand was on my wife's right breast. The arrangement left very little for me to do but relax and try and acclimate myself to the situation. In time, Cindy's mouth moved to Julie's left breast, and as she did Julie released her hand from my now erect cock and moved my head first to her lips for a kiss and then towards her right breast. Cindy and I were now both licking and sucking Julie's breasts. Julie's head tilted back in her pillow as she lost touch with reality and entered into an altered state of ecstasy. I moved my hand down towards Julie's pussy, only to find that Cindy had beaten me to the warmness of my wife's love nest. Cindy's eyes met mine, like a cat whose food dish had been invaded by an unwelcome guest. I responded by pulling my hand back and placing it on my wife's breast. Cindy once again fixed her eyes on mine. She moved her head towards my wife's stomach, kissing as she moved. She flicked the covers back as she continued towards my wife's naked mound. Soon Cindy fixed her head between Julie's legs and Julie's hands were in Cindy's hair. Cindy ravished my wife until her body convulsed in an orgasm. As she came she released Cindy's hair just long enough to push my face away from her breast and then reach down and to pull Cindy up on top of her until their mouths once again met in an impassioned kiss. I had never witnessed my wife's lust hunger as intense as it was that morning. After what seemed like an eternity, Julie returned to "earth" and Cindy rolled off to the left of my wife, but still pressing her stomach and tit up against Julie's left arm and side, with her mound firmly planted against Julie's hip bone. "Hubby, do you want to finish up?" Julie said as she turned her face towards me. I started to lift myself up to mount her, but she quickly placed her right arm against my chest. "Honey, too much, too much, I can not take anymore right now!" I had been used to this response, sometimes after I had brought her to climax orally, sometimes after she had used a sex toy, but never at the hand of another. When she had "had enough" the "finishing up" always involved my jacking off. Cindy's hand was now on Julie's stomach, softly stroking it with a nursing technique known as effleurage. Julie pushed down the blanket, which was covering my manhood, exposing my modest 5½-inch cock to them both. Cindy's smile dropped a bit. Something like a little girl whose Christmas gift just had not measured up to her expectations, but tries to hide her disappointment. Her eyes moved from my dick to meet Julie's eyes, then once again to my swollen cock and finally returning her gaze to Julie; giving her a knowing smile. Julie turned her head towards me and her free hand took my right hand and placed it on my dick "Come on honey, finish up!" Her eyes once again communicating only as a wife can. I looked at Cindy, but she remained mute. She avoided my gaze by softly kissing Julie's breast, careful to avoid the nipple. After her initial observation, she did not give my cock much attention. Once again, she moved her mouth to Julie's. I closed my eyes and began to stroke my cock faster. Normally it takes quite a while for me to cum, and I usually do not produce much ejaculate, but this time it was only a second or two before my cock pulsed and I exploded shooting forth one stream of cum after the next. It hit my chest and shoulder blades. I opened my eyes to see both women smiling. "Ok, hubby, why don't you clean up?" Julie said as she pointed to the shower in the master bathroom. I dutifully obeyed. Once my shower was over, I opened the door to see Julie and Cindy, both in robes, finishing changing the bedclothes. "Be a love and order us a pizza!" Julie instructed. I went to the kitchen to locate the coupons and returned to find the bathroom door locked and the shower running. Both robes lying over the footboard of the king sized sleigh bed told the story. By the time the pizza guy came and left, the girls had finished their hot shower. We shared the pizza and a couple of pay-for-view movies. The first was a love story which ended with both of them crying, one sitting on either side of me each with a shoulder to lean on. After that Julie insisted on watching the playboy channel, and somehow they ended up undressing me. Both Julie and Cindy had been wearing their robes over "teddy" style nighties. While I was naked, they removed only their robes. Initially I found this situation somewhat uncomfortable. But hormones being what they are before the movie was over my dick was hard as a rock. "What are you going to do about that?" Julie giggled, pointing at my engorged cock. In our years of marriage, Julie had often watched me jerk off. I had thought Cindy had been disinterested in my cock and not watched my jacking off in the bed. I later found that while that once I had closed my eyes, Cindy and Julie had both watched my hand action. In the shower, Cindy had told Julie that John as far as she knew had never jacked off since she lost her virginity to him years before. "Yeah, looks like you have a real problem on your hands." Cindy teased. "Are you going to take matters into your own hands and cum up with a solution?" Julie could not resist the pun. "Are you up to another 'beating'?" Cindy added too the course of puns, nearly deflating my erection with their levity. "Give me a break you two, I'm trying to follow the plot." I shot back. "Oh, baby, you know what they say; 'A hard man is good to find'!" Julie said as she reached down and gently squeezed and stroked my balls until my cock once again regained its full measure and girth. "Come on big guy, can we see an instant replay?" Cindy's eyes flashed a flirtatious glance as a coy smile broke across her pouty lips. She licked her lips as if to put an exclamation point after the question mark placed by her intonation. "Surely you're up to the task at hand." Julie was on a role and the only way to stop her was to comply with the request. My hand wrapped around my cock and I started to jack off at a feverish pace. "Not so fast, hubbie, the movie isn't even close to being over." Julie whispered loud enough for everybody to hear. "Yeah, how about a slow motion replay, like during a football game!" Cindy giggled. Again, I complied with their request. Julie able to read my body after years of watching me jack-off, gave directions. Every time I was close to being ready to ejaculate, she would insist that I stop. Then as my cock showed signs of detumescence, she would once again tug on my balls and tell me to resume the live shot. As the movie neared its closing scene, Julie once again played with my balls. For the second time in the same day my prostate cooperated like a 17 year old virgin and I repeatedly shot thick streams of cum into the air. "Wow!" Cindy said "Nothing like 3-D porn movies! That was something to behold" She said As she kissed my cheek and rubbed my right arm. "Good job, Hubbie!" Julie said "You are quite the cum factory today! Maybe you need to get cleaned up before we get to bed." Once again, I headed to the shower room like a second string quarterback who had been in the game just long enough to get dirty from being body tacked, but not long enough to score! As I got into the shower, my mind switched metaphors, two fast pitches, two missed balls. Perhaps bedtime would provide me with my third opportunity to knock one out of the old sexual ballpark. I quickly washed up, not wanting to miss any girl-girl action that might be going in the bedroom before I got to bed. I feared that I would get to bed to find both girls asleep in each others arms. To my disappointment, I opened the bathroom door to find Julie alone in our bed. Julie quickly informed me that while Cindy would from time to time be sharing in our lovemaking, she was going to continue sleeping in the guest bed. I made a quick amorous advance towards Julie, only to be chided for being greedy. "How much sex do you need in one day?" Julie quipped, "My god, we've pretty much been naked since you got home! It's a good thing we are off tomorrow; I need some time to recuperate!" With that, she kissed me on the cheek, and rolled over, turning the light off and whispering, "I love you sweetie, thanks for the exciting evening off!" Julie had meant it when she had said that things were going to continue on pretty much as before. In the weeks that ensued, Cindy and Julie continued in their sleeping together when I was not home. Cindy and Julie established quite a cache of sex toys and Cindy pretty much came with the assistance of the toys. About every other weekend off the three of us got it on and I ended up jerking off. The other weekend off, I was able to enjoy fucking Julie. After the foreplay, Cindy would slip out of the room as we fucked. During the week, Julie and I would fuck on their nights off; more often than not Cindy joined in and dominated the foreplay. On the occasions that the girls had "that time of the month," they took a weekend off from sex, while I continued the 3-D porn routine for their amusement. While there were variations on the theme, my jacking off usually involved them being clothed and my being naked. This arraignment lasted until after Cindy's divorce. Julie was right. She was called to testify and did swear that she had been with Julie pretty much "24/7" since Cindy had left John, and "NO" Cindy had not to the best of her knowledge had sexual relations with another man. When asked on cross-examination if she and Cindy had been sexually active, she gasped and boldly stated that she would never think of fucking another woman and resented the implication. Technically, she had told the truth, and her ploy worked as the lawyer backed off. While the girls seemed to delight in watching me jacking off, the show was never reversed. While I had seen all of the sex toys in the drawer, I never witnessed Cindy using one on herself or on Julie. I later learned that until after the divorce, Cindy had never used one on Julie, nor had she used one in Julie's presence. After the divorce, and I mean like on the way home. Julie and Cindy stopped at the local "lingerie" shop and bought a double ended dildo from the "adult's only shop" in the back room. Once the divorce was over, Julie agreed to let Cindy suck my dick. However, more often than not Cindy just "helps" Julie occasionally. When she does, their lips spend nearly was much time on each other as they spend on my cock. Cindy occasionally kisses my cock while I jack off, but her attention is more of a "kindness" than any lust-filled desire to have my dick. Occasionally, when they were both very horny, I am allowed to touch Cindy, but never her pussy. On rare occasions, I am able to suck one of her perky nipples. However, too much attention to Cindy on my part leads to mild coldness from Julie for the rest of the day. I have learned to passively accept Cindy's rare advances and shower Julie with gifts and compliments in the aftermath. By in large, the focus of the foreplay remained on Julie. Since Cindy has moved in the amount of time we spend in foreplay has increased exponentially. Prior to Cindy's involvement in our bedroom, foreplay was limited to a few minutes of nipple stimulation, just enough to get things lubed up, and then Julie insisted on being fucked hard and fast. While Julie came most violently during our oral sex, "before Cindy," she rarely insisted on my orally pleasuring her. In fairness to Cindy, Julie has learned the fine art of cunnilingus. The ban on my going down on Cindy remains. I have never observed Julie's oral copulation with Cindy and as the months passed the amount of time they spent eating pussy diminished to the point that my watching Cindy eat Julie was a rare treat indeed. I have thought about installing a hidden camera, or doubling back after I have left for work to observe their passion. However, I know that my intrusion into their privacy would likely spell disaster for the current arrangement. It has been five months since Cindy moved in. I still have not fucked Cindy and that is fine with me. The two of them get along and Julie is never lonely. They both treat me better than most wives treat their husbands. The house is always clean and the food is great. I get strange looks when the three of us go out, but mostly because I am an average looking man with two fantastic looking ladies. I know of husbands who would have blown their lids if they had found their wife with another woman. Most man I know insist that they would not stand for their wife to be with anybody, male or female. As for me, I'm glad that I kept my cool and played "Mr. Nice Guy." It sure has worked for me.