26 comments/ 160389 views/ 45 favorites Just Like That? By: Colleen Thomas "Just like that?" Jill asked incredulously. "Pretty much so, yeah," the blonde responded. "Depends on the woman of course," the brunette added. "And on how much she's had to drink," the small redhead behind the camera added with a smile. Jill took a swallow of her drink. She was sitting at her usual table at Natalie's Place. She'd been a regular ever since Nat opened the club. It was hopping tonight, which was usually the case during spring break. She had seen some crazy stuff over the years. Catfights, drunken brawls, impromptu wet t-shirt contests and even people having sex in a booth, but this beat them all hands down. She had noticed the trio early in the night; the blonde was stunning, if a little young looking. The brunette was tall and reminded her of the girl from Charlie's Angels. Not the new one, but the old TV show. The redhead behind the camera was cute as a button, but she rarely removed the hand held camcorder from her eye. "So you just approach a woman and make a pitch for her to have sex with you on camera, for a website?" "Yeah, wicked huh?" the blonde enthused. "And people actually agree?" "All the time." "Unbelievable." "Not really," the brunette responded in her deep, measured voice, "It's not like we're going into the local grocery store or PTA meeting. Most of the people who come out to the clubs are wild or looking for an excuse to get wild." "We also shop around, you can usually tell a girl is bi or at least curious," the blonde added. "In-fucking-credible," Jill said, shaking her head. "Besides, haven't you ever fantasized about having sex when it's all about you?" the brunette asked persuasively. "Yeah, and what could be better than two experienced girls working your body in only the way a woman can understand?" the blonde said, dragging her nails gently up Jill's arm. "A dick," Jill said, pulling her arm from the girl's reach. "No problem there, Chelle has a wicked strap-on," the blonde said, not the least bit put off by Jill's reaction. "After your first eight or ten orgasms, you won't even notice it isn't real," the brunette said with a knowing smile. "Jesus Christ! I'd be dead before then." In spite of her reservations Jill was intrigued. Not that she ever would, of course, but there was definitely something of the naughty in it that was making her squirm in her seat. If she swung that way, she just might have said yes, she realized. Hell, if she was ten years younger, she might take them up on it anyway, she thought. There had been a time back in school where she had had a crush on her roommate. At least it had felt like a crush, but that was a marriage, two kids, two divorces and three steady jobs ago. "What have you got to lose?" the redhead asked. "My job, for one," Jill said, but she smiled to make sure there was no offense taken. "Oh? Is your boss the kind of guy who surfs the net for porn?" the brunette asked. The thought of Mike Hampton, her stodgy and traditional old boss surfing the net was hilarious, but searching it for porn was even more so. Honestly, there was no one at her small accounting firm who she would imagine was a net junkie. They were all solidly Republican, conservative and for the most part, puritanical. Even her going out club hopping was enough to make most of the women look at her askance. Not that she cared, she was damned good at what she did and that was the ultimate arbiter at Cox and Fullbright. "No, I'd be surprised if any of them even realize the net is useful for anything other than getting quotes direct from the exchange." "You a broker?" the blonde asked. "No, an accountant. But we manage assets for a fee for some of our wealthier clients." "Cool. We don't get many professionals." "I should think not," Jill replied with another smile. The brunette signaled a waitress and soon they all had fresh drinks in front of them. Jill suspected she was being plied with drinks, but what the hell? A free buzz was always welcome. "So if you don't get professionals, what kind of girl do you usually get?" "College students mostly," the brunette replied. "Sometimes a housewife out for a night of fun, we got a bachelorette once, and a couple of times swingers out in Vegas," the blonde added. Before Jill could reply, the blonde let out a little gasp of delight. "Check out the two on the dance floor," she said to the girl behind the camera. Jill turned to see two girls bumping and grinding seductively on the floor. The blonde winked at Jill, signaled to the redhead and in moments the two of them had moved off, but the brunette remained. "You're friend is pretty wild," Jill commented. "Mary? Yeah, she's a little freaky, but it helps. This whole web site was her idea and she's the prime mover behind it. Katie and I are just along for the ride." "What does that mean?" "Well, Katie, the girl with the cam, is majoring in journalism. She wants to be a free lance photo journalist. So she does all the camera work. It gives her a chance to work on getting good shots in changing light, with real subjects in motion. She also does all the editing and splicing and that kinda stuff." "Editing?" "Well, yeah. We shoot from the time we leave Mary's apartment until we are done with sex, sometimes a little kinda interview afterwards. Depends, but in a night she'll get eight to ten hours of footage. She has to edit that down to thirty-five to forty-five minutes." "Why?" "That's about the max attention span of our average site member. We've run a few that are longer, like the bachelorette she mentioned and the housewife, when there is something really special about the...Umm guest star, I guess you could say. Anyway, our members rate each episode and those that go longer don't do well, so we have kind of felt our way into keeping them under forty-five, but over thirty-five." "Interesting," Jill said. She was surprised to realize she meant it. Not just in the idea, but in the girl across from her. Unlike the blonde, she seemed to be about a lot more than sex and having a good time. "What about you?" Jill asked. "Me? Oh, what do I do? Well, primarily, I run the site. Web hosting, graphics, Paypal, other billing, licenses as well as doing the actual html coding. I've got a bachelors in CS and am working on a masters in it with emphasis on business applications." "And...Mary, was it?" "Yeah. Mary's the star. She's got a way with women and she's totally uninhibited in front of a camera." "So you and the redhead don't actually end up on camera?" "Depends. I know it sounds kinda weird, but the woman or women we bring home really dictate what goes on." "That is weird." "Not really, if a girl is really into Katie or me, we'll do her instead of Mary. Sometimes two of us will double team a girl. On rare occasion all three of us. We don't fake the presentation like most sites, so there's really no formula." "All three of you?" "If you like," she replied with a grin. "Not me!" Jill said laughing. "Why not?" "Because." "That's no answer," the brunette said, her face turning serious. "Whoa now, you're barking up the wrong tree. I don't swing that way." "Why not?" "Well, because." "Because why?" Jill started to reply, but found no quick answer came to her lips other than the school yard variety of 'is to, is not.' She wasn't seeing anyone after all. In fact, she hadn't even entertained a one night stand in some months. It wasn't that she wasn't horny either, she freely admitted she was. This was just so out there, but it was intriguing and she had to admit, it was just the kind of wicked thing she had always wished she had gone ahead and done when she was younger. Surprised and a little shocked at the direction her thoughts were taking her, Jill decided to change the conversation. "How much do you make off this?" Chelle smiled, apparently well aware of the intent of the question, but she didn't press the issue. "All told, after expenses we each clear about five thousand a month on average, but some of it goes back into the site. I mean, we spend a lot going out, on drinks, new toys, and upgrades to the hardware." "Wow, that's a lot of cash." "Yeah, well, guys love sex and most of them love seeing two or more girls going at it. Then too, a lot just dig the premise." "So your members are all guys?" "By no means all, but most are. Women don't generally pay to see other people having sex. But we have our fair share of female memberships. We have an advantage there of course." "Advantage?" "The trick is to keep it fresh and there, we have a real advantage on other sites. We don't stage the presentation, don't hire actresses, so every episode is different, none of that fake moaning and shit that so often turns women who watch porn off. And you never have the illusion blasted by recognizing the supposedly seduced woman as a pro." "Quiet girls?" "Oh no. We have had some real moaners and screamers, it's just real when they do it and not for the camera. How bout you?" "Pardon?" "Are you quiet or a screamer?" Chelle asked with a rakish grin. "Depends on how hot I am I guess," Jill replied. "What gets you hot?" "I don't think we'll go there." "Why not?" "I'm not accustomed to discussing my private life with complete strangers." "So, let's get to know each other then." For the next two hours they just talked. Michelle seemed to be one of those people who was able to get others to talk. She exuded confidence, but also a calm that fostered a sense of safety and familiarity. It wasn't long before Jill was telling this complete stranger all about herself. Her normal reserve seemingly on hiatus. She related the story of her life, from her very formal upbringing to how she turned wild child in college. Or as wild as her fiancé' Bo would let her. She told Chelle how they had both loved sex, how good it was, even after the separation and divorce. She even admitted to meeting him occasionally for sex, long after he had remarried. She told of her second marriage to an accountant named Ray, how that marriage had ended because her sex drive had been more than he could handle. She told of her kids, her job, her family. It was only when Mary and Katie returned that Jill realized Chelle had said very little about herself. Mary had a petulant frown on her face and Katie had a 'roll your eyes' kind of grin. "Strike out?" Chelle asked. "Yeah, the bitches played us along, let us buy them drinks, and then split with a couple of guys." "Get any good flashes?" "A couple, tits mostly, the blonde gave us a panty shot." "More fodder for the strike out compilation," Chelle said taking a sip of her drink. "I guess." "It's cool. We'll get em next time," Katie said cheerfully. "I'm horny now damnit!" "Well, get out there, the night's still young," Chelle said. "You need to come help, you know you can charm your way into any girl's pants, I can't," she said frowning. "You could if you weren't so damned ready for action at the drop of a hat. You intimidate people." "I can't help it. I like sex." "So do I, but I can keep control over it long enough to say hi," Chelle said in exasperation. "You know you love me," Mary said with a smile, her good humor seemingly restored like magic. "Not me, I don't have the stamina to fall in love with you." "She's a piece of work isn't she?" Mary asked, turning to Jill. "She's pretty interesting." "Why don't you two hit the floor?" Chelle asked. "How bout a flash?" Mary asked, ignoring her less excitable friend. "I don't think so," Jill demurred. "Oh come one? Please? I'll go first," Mary said, facing the camera and pulling her pink top up to reveal her breasts. "I don't think..." "What can it hurt?" Chelle asked, cutting her off. Jill thought about it, and had to admit, with all the people around, it was kind of sexy. "All right, but only if you promise this doesn't go on the website." "No problem," Katie said, turning the camera onto Jill. She felt silly and at the same time nervous. Jill tugged her blouse out of her skirt and quickly flipped it up and down, showing only the briefest glimpse of her breasts and black satin bra. "Holy cow!" Mary exclaimed. "What?" "I had no idea you had such a rack," the blonde said. Jill laughed then, partly from the humor and partly from embarrassment. Mary and Katie returned to the floor, but Chelle stayed behind. "Get ready," the brunette said conversationally. "For what?" "For Mary to be all over you. She has a thing for big boobs." "Great," Jill said with a melodramatic flourish. "Could be if you let it, she's an enthusiastic lover." "At my age? She'd probably kill me." Jill said it in a joking manner, but it was one of those jokes that really wasn't one. Somehow, Chelle seemed to know because she became very serious. "Age is nothing more than what you let it be. You can be just as wild, free and happy at fifty as you can at eighteen. I'll bet you aren't even forty yet, but if you decide to, you can do all the wild things you regret not doing in college. It only takes you deciding not to let the years mean being old." "That's pretty deep," Jill said. "No, it really isn't. I watched my mom decide she was old at fifty. In five years she was in a nursing home. In ten she was gone. My grandmother is still alive, kicking and having a ball at near ninety five. She just got back from a Caribbean cruise and is off to take a train tour of Europe in a week. Mom didn't get old because of the years, she got old because she decided she was old. Granny is young because she decided she would be young, the years be damned. It's really as simple as that." "Perhaps, but with age comes some responsibility. I have a job I could loose and bills that need to be paid." "You said yourself none of your co-workers were likely to know. Even if they did, posing in the nude isn't illegal." "No, but it would mean a lot of problems." "Only if you let it." "You're a big believer in mind over matter aren't you?" "I'm a big believer in being true to yourself. If I thought for a single minute this was something you couldn't handle, I wouldn't be trying. I'd still be taking to you, because I like you and find you to be real. But I would never counsel someone not to be true to themselves." "Even after I told you I don't swing that way?" Jill asked, arching an eyebrow. "If I thought you meant it, but I don't. I think you want to try it, maybe you've thought about it before but convinced yourself not to. Whatever the reason, the vibe I am getting from you is that you want to, but are afraid to. That's a lot different than no interest." Jill had no answer to that, she just sipped her drink thoughtfully. Michelle didn't press her, displaying an uncanny ability to know when words were needed and when someone needed time to think. Was she interested? She had to admit she was. There was a huge gulf between being interested and going through with it though. The same gulf she had faced so many times. In college she had stood on its sandy shores for ages, staring out in curiosity at what lay just over the horizon. Yet she had always turned back. A lot of it was Bo, he had vetoed the idea of a threesome and had rebuffed her attempts to try it in a public place. Basically, he had been a guy who loved sex, but lacked imagination. And with Christine? There had been times her roommate seemed to be hitting on her, but Jill had never had the courage to follow it up. More wasted opportunities. She should go home, the rational part of her head was saying. Or was that just the scared part? That small voice that always said no, always counseled caution and always killed her will to try the unexplored ocean. Did she have it in her to finally tell that voice to fuck off? She wasn't sure, but she was suddenly determined to try. For one night at least, to live and exploit the opportunity rather than run from it. Jill took a deep drink from her tumbler and took a deep breath. "All right, lets say I agree, what then?" "Depends on what you want. Like I said before, you will really dictate what happens. Just open your mind and go with what makes you feel best and what you want." "And the whole world will be able to tune in?" "Well, anyone with a computer and the cash. If you're really nervous, I can block your company's IP for you." "What if they view it from their home machines?" "Wouldn't be so wicked if there were no chance of getting caught, now would it?" Michelle said with a smile. "I guess not," Jill said, returning the smile. "So, you up for it?" "What if I said I wasn't up for this, but I would like to take you home with me?" "I'd say let's go. I don't usually get close to the women we bring back, it's sort of a one night fling kind of deal, but there's something about you I like." Jill might have taken that option, if Mary and Katie hadn't picked that moment to return to the table. "What a rotten night," Mary huffed. "Strike out again?" "Crashed and burned," Katie said with a laugh. "Shut up," Mary said. Michelle pushed her drink towards her. Mary took it and killed it with a grimace. "Chill out girl. We all fall flat on our faces now and then." "I guess." "No guessing about it." "So you want to go hit Holocaust? There's nothing happening here." "Maybe, depends on Jill, here." "On me?" "Yeah. Feel like letting your hair down with us?" There it was then. Safety or the wild side. She was about to demur when a thought occurred to her. This might be the last time the wild side came calling. She knew she wasn't brave enough to go looking for it and she knew too that it hadn't showed up in a long, long time. Nothing like her college days, when it was always only a breath away, tempting her with its Siren's call. If she said no now, she might never have another chance and if she said yes, well, it promised to be around for a long time. In a moment of crystalline thought, she realized this wasn't just random luck, it was a reprieve. A final chance to squash that nagging doubt and live life to its fullest. "All right," she said, blushing madly. Just Like That Just more of us sucking and fucking. Thank you all so very much for all the comments and feedback. It is greatly appreciated. As always I hope you enjoy! ~lucky * * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (38 min/mp3) * * * * * Just Like That? Jill had been kissed before by a lot of men. She had experienced the hungry kisses and the tender ones, but this was all together different. It was as soft and gentle as any she had ever known, but Mary's passion and her active tongue just took Jill's breath away. Without conscious thought she found herself kissing back, her tongue battling with Mary's. "Show some tongue," Katie encouraged. Mary fell back slightly, keeping her lower lip in contact with Jill's, but her upper lip apart so the all-seeing eye of the camera could record their tongues moving, sliding and pressing against one another. Mary's hands slipped to Jill's arms and she gently scraped her nails up and down them, sending shivers through Jill's body. When the kiss broke, Jill was shaking. She had never experienced anything so sensual, naughty and sexy before. "What'd you think?" Katie asked. "She's a good kisser," Jill managed. While Katie and Michelle laughed, Mary preened. Jill was blushing and trying to gather her addled thoughts when Mary caught her hand and pulled the older woman into her lap. She could feel Mary's soft breasts in her back and the girl's warm hands around her waist, but mostly she felt that restless, intense energy bubbling just beneath the girl's surface. She had a feeling her earlier prediction made in jest just might be correct. A girl with that kind of energy just might kill her. If so, it would be an interesting way to go. "Show us some leg," Katie prompted. Mary's hands slipped to the hem of Jill's skirt and slowly raised it, bunching the soft fabric at Jill's waist. Katie whistled when Jill's stocking tops and garters were revealed. Jill blushed, and grabbed Mary's hands, stopping her from going any farther upwards. Mary responded by kissing Jill's neck and gently licking along the line of it. Jill gasped in surprise and pleasure, but kept a death grip on her skirt. She turned her head to say something, she wasn't sure what and Mary pressed her lips against Jill's, engaging in another of those torrid kisses. Jill's mind was whirling and her thoughts were scrambled, when Mary slid a hand up and gently squeezed her breast, Jill forgot all about her hands, her skirt, the camera, everything. The booze and her hormones were conspiring against her as well as Mary, who seemed to know exactly what she was feeling. Her hands moved to cover Mary's, though she wasn't positive the intention was to push it away. Jill blushed scarlet when she felt the cool air on her inner thighs. "Love a woman in a thong," Katie commented. Mary broke the kiss and peered over Jill's shoulder. "Mmm, black too," she commented as her hand stole between Jill's thighs and cupped her mound. Jill jumped at her touch, and then moaned as Mary began to make small, concentric circles with her fingers. She was terribly conscious of the fact they were in traffic and being filmed, but she couldn't seem to find the words to ask her to stop. Her hands bounced ineffectually from Mary's hand on her breast to the wrist of her other hand. By the time they reached the apartment complex where the girls stayed, Jill's hips were bucking and she was again kissing Mary. She got a real shock when Katie reached out and gently stroked her knee. This wasn't as difficult as she had imagined it would be, in fact, the ease with which she was giving in was the most disturbing part of the experience thus far. Chelle parked in a parking lot and they all got out. Both Mary and Chelle were walking next to her, with their arms around her back. Katie was hanging back behind them with the camera. Jill sensed more than felt both of their hands move at once and raise the hem of her skirt to expose her naked ass cheeks. "Hey!" "Nice ass!" Katie enthused. "Thanks," Jill said with a self conscious grin. As soon as the elevator door closed, Michelle turned and pressed her body against Jill's, forcing her into a corner. She bent over slightly and pressed her lips to Jill's. The tall girl's kiss was far different from Mary's. It was deep, but languid, without any sense of urgency. Despite this it was sensuous and exciting. Chelle kept her hands on the elevator walls and just kissed her. Jill kissed back, marveling at how much she was enjoying it. The apartment was nice, with a bar and several tasteful prints on the walls. Jill sat on the sofa with Michelle while Mary made drinks and Katie set up several cameras on tripods. "What's all that for?" "Well, Katie likes to get as many angles as she can. It allows her to fade from one camera angle to the next, so it keeps things hot. It used to be too expensive, but now she just uses cameras that record digitally to memory chips, so she can reuse them again and again and again." "Part of your philosophy of keeping it fresh?" "Yeah. More angles means a better chance of getting the really hot shots," Chelle said with a wink. Katie passed the hand held camcorder to Mary as she set up a tripod. Mary took a seat on the sofa's arm, with the cam trained on Jill and Chelle. Jill had the feeling that Mary, from her higher position was pointing the camera down her shit. Jill felt Chelle's hands, working the buttons on her blouse, but she found she couldn't break her gaze from the stoic, blank, unblinking eye of the lens. She realized that being on camera added an unnamed, but definitely real dimension to having sex. One that was highly erotic to her. Before she had time to really examine the feelings, she felt her blouse fall open and Chelle's hands slip inside to graze her sides. She started, but relaxed as the girl's hands skirted the domes of her breasts and gently tugged the blouse back and off Jill's shoulders. Mary's mouth gaped open and the camera fell slowly away from her face. "Camera!" Katie shouted. Mary jerked the device back to her eye, but the awestruck look never left. "God what a rack," she whispered. "Four hook," Chelle commented. Jill was pleased at Mary's response, but she stiffened when she felt Chelle's long fingers slide under the band of her bra and pull it away from her body. The brunette unhooked it with a practiced motion and her fingers slipped the straps off Jill's shoulders moments later. Jill waited in dread for Mary's face to fall. She knew her breasts were impressive and looked very nice in a bra, but without the artificial support, they were not nearly so nice. She had been overly conscious of them since she hit puberty. They were so large that they sagged under their own weight. They hadn't been perky or stood on their own since she was thirteen and wearing a C cup. If that weren't bad enough, she was distressed by the way they looked. Her aureoles were large and normal, but her nipples had always been very long and prominent. When aroused or cold, they stuck out from the surrounding flesh so far that they seemed to be an inch long. This wasn't the case, but she had been teased unmercifully when she was younger and always felt like it was. She waited tensely for Mary to show any sign of disapproval, but she remained frozen. Jill felt Chelle's hands slide under her breasts and push them up, almost like an offering. "Give me that," Katie said, grabbing the hand held camera from Mary, "before you drop it." "Can I?" the blonde whispered. Jill was caught off guard by the question. She had assumed that the more experienced girls would simply take the lead in this, but apparently Chelle had been more than honest in her assertion that Jill would have control over things. She was embarrassed, but also terribly flattered and could not seem to find words. After a long pause she finally nodded. Mary slid down onto the sofa without her eyes ever leaving Jill's breasts. The older woman closed her eyes when she saw Mary hesitantly reach out. Chelle was alternately kissing her neck and tonguing her ear. Jill jumped at the first fleeting contact of Mary's fingers on her skin. Chelle tightened her hold and began to gently squeeze Jill's breasts. Chelle's hands were soft, but firm and streangely familiar. Mary's were completely different. On the one hand, having two different people touching her intimately was a thrill, but it was more than that. Mary's hands were so soft, so tender and light, Jill felt almost as if Mary thought her breasts were made of the finest Tiffany crystal. Jill opened her eyes briefly. The rapt, almost reverent and adoring look on Mary's face caused Jill's arousal to spike. No one had ever looked at her with that kind of expression before. Mary's fingers traced gently around her breasts, making slow circles as they zeroed in on Jill's aureoles. A bright flash of light startled her and she opened her eyes to find Katie snapping photos with a big camera. "What?" Jill managed before Mary's fingers grazing her nipple cause a gasp. "Stills, love," Chelle whispered in her ear, before returning to gently tonguing the sensitive lobe. Jill might have asked why they were taking stills, but at that moment Mary chose to flick her tongue over one of Jill's stiff nipples. The sensation was like an electric shock running through her body. The camera flashed again, but Jill's eyes never opened, she was lost in a whirlwind of sensation and need. Mary first gently sucked the nipple into her mouth, applying more suction until it stood out from the surrounding aureole. She then began to flick her tongue over it. Each swipe of that soft, warm tongue seemed to bring a reciprocal jolt in the muscles of Jill's lower back. Chelle was still worrying her ear and fondling her, but those sensations, while pleasurable, faded into the background as Mary's tongue became ever more bold. Jill moaned and started to really get into it as Mary worked her breasts. She was like a virtuoso viola player, getting sound from an instrument it had never produced before. Only in this case, it was sensation and not music. She placed both hands on one of Jill's breasts and held it still while gently squeezing. She then sucked the nipple and some of the aureole into her mouth and rolled her tongue around it. Mary pressed her tongue against the stiff nipple and pushed until her tongue slipped past it. She then pulled her tongue back and repeated. Each time Jill's nipple gave a shock ran into her system. It seemed her nipple was connected by unseen wires to the muscles in the small of her back and as the pleasure mounted so, too, did the tension in her back. Mary then switched techniques, letting the nipple free of her mouth and dusting it with her tongue. The combination of the cooler air of the room and the quick, fleeting contact caused Jill to whimper. Chelle was driving her to distraction, with her tongue on Jill's ear and the gentle fondling. Mary switched between nipples, and used multiple techniques to keep the pleasure mounting. It went on for minutes as Katie snapped photos and filmed video. Jill was used to men being enamored of her breasts, but no man had ever given them such tender attention for so long. Her eyes were tightly closed and her head lolled back on Michelle's shoulder. "You like that don't you?" Chelle asked in a sexy whisper. "Yes," Jill hissed. "Good," Chelle replied. As she spoke, her hands left Jill's breasts and slid to her thighs. Jill felt her skirt pulled up and bunched at her waist. Chelle applied gentle pressure to Jill's inner thighs and she felt them part, almost as if they were acting of their own accord. Chelle's hand cupped Jill's mound. Her fingers moved slightly, until they settled in the correct position to push the slick fabric of her panties between her nether lips. The tall brunette began to work her fingers in. Jill's mouth gaped open and her body convulsed, but no sound came. Chelle seemed to know exactly what she was doing, her fingers massaged while her wrist made a twisting motion that brought her fingers into contact with Jill's clitoral area at different angels and with varying pressure. Sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes hard, others very light. The changing tempo and pressures produced stark contrasts in the level of pleasure they brought. Hard spikes vied with subtle troughs in Jill's mind. Layered over this source of pleasure, was the continued collage of sensation as Mary kept up the attention to Jill's breasts. Ordinarily, the pleasure from having her breasts handled was mild, a kind of minor pleasure that was good for foreplay, or as icing on the cake once she was getting fucked. Now, that stimulation took on a life of its own, not merely grazing her consciousness, but actively competing with the insistent signals from her pussy. The flood of incoming stimuli became a kaleidoscope of pleasure, with intense sensation standing out against the pervasive backdrop. Particular sensations began to stand out. A particularly solid contact between Chelle's questing fingers and Jill's clit. Mary using her teeth to trap Jill's nipple and lash it with her tongue. The contrastingly soft caress of Chelle's free hand on the underside of her breast. Discreet moments in time, where pleasure was king and each sensation seemed to be enjoyed to its fullest extent. Subtly nuanced pleasure, from a well that seemed to be overflowing. Jill wasn't used to experiencing pleasure like this. Even in her most avidly pursued liaisons, the pleasure ebbed and flowed. Here the pleasure was slowly, almost exquisitely retained, moving to higher and higher levels, with correspondingly more intense spikes. Two sets of hands on her body and two mouths actively stoking her passion added to the collage. And above all, the occasional snap of the flash, recording it, sent the pleasure spiraling upward with its own unique eroticism. Jill was vaguely aware of Katie saying panties, but it made no real impression on her, until she felt Chelle's hand slide from her side to her crotch. Chelle used her free hand to pull Jill's dark thong aside and expose her pussy. Even before Jill could react, Chelle's hand returned to its gentle ministrations and Jill groaned. The contact of flesh on flesh was a further enhancement to the already wild maelstrom of sensation she was trying to cope with. Jill felt the tell-tale twinge in her deep muscles that was a precursor to orgasm. She had trouble assimilating that. It did feel incredibly good, but she usually took a lot of warming up before she came. So much so, that she generally didn't have an orgasm with her partner. It was hard to sync the rhythmic contractions she was now feeling with the short amount of time involved. Her body convulsed once, almost doubling her over and then she uncoiled like a spring as her orgasm hit. Blasts of pleasure, emanating from her pussy shot through her body and deluged her mind. The orgasm was intense, more powerful than any she could remember. Wave after wave of heady sensation rising and falling with each new contraction. She moaned and whimpered and as it echoed away, she felt herself suffused with indolent contentment. "Whoo," she exhaled. Chelle's hands came up, cupped her breasts and began to gently fondle them. The sensation wasn't stimulation, at least not really. It was just gentle and comforting. Jill didn't fight when she felt Mary's hands pull her thong down and off her rubbery legs. Nor did she open her eyes or protest, when the blonde gently pushed her legs open. The first contact of Mary's tongue on her inner thigh, however, caused her to start. Mary forestalled any protest by flattening her tongue and running it between Jill's damp lips. Her protest morphed into a soft moan, as the sensation began to flow though her already sentizied nerve endings. Jill was no stranger to getting head, but this was subtly different. That restlessness and energy she had noted in Mary earlier was very present in her oral technique. Her tongue was incredible, seemingly every where at once. Or maybe she was just so sensitive that she felt it more acutely. She couldn't be sure, what she did know was that the energetic blonde was quickly driving her towards another orgasm. Again she had that detached feeling, where specific sensations stood out against a quickly rising backdrop of pleasure. Her pleasure spiked when Mary gently laved her clit, it fell back to mild when she licked along Jill's lips, and spiked again, when the blonde slowly introduced a finger into Jill's passage. Between the many spikes and troughs another orgasm hit her. This one snuck up on her, with no warning, at least none that rose above the ambient pleasure. It was no where near as intense as the first, in fact, it barely would have rated a strong aftershock in comparison. Mary never slowed; apparently unaware of the fact Jill was coming again. The continued stimulation rolled over and a second, more powerful orgasm crashed in on her, trampling over the ripples of the milder one. Jill's body convulsed. She hunched upward, tearing herself from Chelle's arms and then threw herself backwards as the next pulse hit her. Jill's original motion had pulled Chelle forward and the dark headed girl was unable to avoid Jill's head as it shot back. Jill barely noticed the contact, but Chelle was woozy. "Oh my God!" Jill cried as another wave of pleasure, raw and seemingly undampered, hit her. Her legs were clamped so tightly to the sides of Mary's head she hadn't noticed what happened, but Katie did and rushed over to Chelle. As the pleasure rippled away and Jill relaxed, she began to feel the dull throbbing from her head. "You Okay?" Katie asked, helping Chelle to a sitting position. The tall brunette shook her head as if to clear it and then laughed. "First time that's ever happened," she said while rubbing her chin. "Will make the bloopers for sure," Katie said, her relief evident. "I'm so sorry," Jill said in embarrassment. "No worries," the tall girl said, "I'm sure you'll make it up to me." Jill was about to respond, but Mary started to gently tongue her pussy again and she found she couldn't speak. Chelle rose and started to walk towards the hallway, but she staggered and Katie had to help her. Mary ignored them, getting lost again in eating Jill's pussy. Jill could hardly keep her thoughts together in the face of the rapidly mounting pleasure. Jill sighed and moaned through two more orgasms before Katie returned. Mary paused and looked up. "She Okay?" "Yeah, just a little dizzy. She's a trooper though, when I left she was putting on her harness," Katie replied. "You ready for that?" Mary asked, gently nuzzling Jill's damp lips. "For what?" she managed. "This," Chelle said as she entered. Jill couldn't have spoken if her life depended upon it. Chelle was nude, save for a thin purple latex girdle that went around her waist and between her legs. From it bobbed an imposing red jelly dildo. Her breasts were small, but well formed and her legs were very long and shapely, but Jill barely noticed. Here eyes seemed glued to the dildo and the way it bobbed before Chelle as she walked. Mary stood up and whisked her shirt over her head while kicking out of her shoes. Jill saw her hands go to her jeans, but her view was blocked as Chelle knelt between her still open legs. She grasped the dong in her hand and began to gently rub the head up and down between Jill's slick and pouting lips. Katie was watching though the eye piece of one of the camera's on the tripods. She frowned, grabbed the hand held and moved around to the back of the sofa, so her line of sight was unobstructed. Chelle seated the dildo's fluted head at Jill's entrance, using one hand to keep it stiff and the other on Jill's hip to keep her balance. "Ready baby?" "I guess, just go slow, that thing looks awful big." "I'll be gentle, but you needn't worry, I've used it on a lot of smaller girls with no problems," Chelle said. Just Like That? She set her hips and pressed forward. Jill felt the pressure build as the muscles at the entrance to her tunnel strained to keep it out. Chelle was patient, keeping up a steady pressure without lunging, and soon Jill relaxed. When she did, the head nosed into her, and then slowly expanded her channel as Chelle pushed more into her. Jill had her eyes closed, and her lower lips held between her teeth. When Chelle pushed more in, she grimaced, but made no sound. Chelle pulled back some, and then began to slowly rock her body. As Jill's juices coated the big dildo, it began to slide in and out with less friction. Meeting less resistance, Chelle again began to push more of it into Jill, until their mounds bumped. Chelle now had both hands on Jill's hips and began to slowly work up to a rhythm she liked. Once she got there, she began to add a rolling motion to her hips and a little "flourish" to the end of each stroke. Jill was in heaven, moaning and gasping. The strokes were long, but the rolling motion and flourish seemed to be designed to make sure each stroke got solid, if fleeting, contact with her clit. It felt so good that she just phased out for a few moments, totally lost in an effervescing sea of pure bliss. She was brought back to reality when another monster orgasm ripped through her. It again shocked her, because she felt none of the normal signs. Jill was aware, in a vague way, that she had never experienced this many orgasms in such a short period and she wondered if, perhaps, the warning signs were still there, but she just felt too damned good to notice them? Before she had time to contemplate that too much she felt the sofa sag. She looked up to see Mary, naked as the day she was born, kneeling on the cushion next to her. Without saying a word, she threw a leg over Jill's torso, bring her pussy right up to the older woman's face. She was smiling down on Jill, and used both hands to guide her face to her pussy. "Eat me, baby," she whispered. Jill wondered if perhaps she didn't have as much control of the direction things were going as Michelle had indicated. On the other hand, Mary had made her feel so good, the least she could do was give it a try with an open mind, she thought. She closed her eyes and stuck out her tongue. Mary's lips were soft and silky, and already slick. The flavor was mildly pleasant, a soft musk that mirrored her scent. Encouraged, Jill began to explore more fully, but kept her eyes tightly shut. Soon she was avidly giving Mary head, as her own body convulsed through two more shattering orgasms. "Damn, she's fucking incredible," Katie said. "Can't remember anyone cumming like that," Mary added. Michelle merely grunted and increased the tempo. Jill groaned as the pleasure rose another notch. It was nearly unbearable now, walking the razor's edge between exquisite and unendurable. "Katie," Mary said. Jill barely noticed as Mary dismounted. Her eyes flew open when she felt a warm mouth cover each of her nipples. She opened her eyes to find both Mary and Katie lovingly suckling her while Chelle was grimacing and pounding into her. "Oh god...Oh God...Ohmigod!" Jill chanted, the final note rising to a keening screech as she came again. She saw starbursts on the backs of her tightly closed eyes and her body seemed to disconnect from her head, jerking and twisting like a marionette, totally beyond her control. The pleasure spiked and with it, came agony, ecstasy, or some diabolical combination of the two, she couldn't discern between them anymore. Faced with that, her mind shut down and she blacked out for a few moments. Just Like The First Time Sandra tossed her long mane back as she crossed before the open window. Anyone passing by would see that she was upset perhaps even angry at the odd gestures they saw her making or the long strides. Though any thoughts possessed by anyone happened to be far from the situation at all. It had all started over a month ago, things were strained for her and her Man, so strained in fact she had learned the truth of her own feelings and that just increased the tension in her, and in him because he didn't know what the hell was up with her. Sandra had a habit of getting close and then pushing away the very person she didn't' want to, which in turn would cause him to be confused on what the hell she was doing or why. Looking back on it, Sandra should have just told him what was going on and let him deal with it in His own way, rather then try and hide it because of a broken promise. But that was neither here nor there, just the beginning of a long time in waiting to feel him and touch him. Sandra paced before the big picture window, long sensual strides even more provocative by the way her body seemed to move with feline grace. Like a large beast caged, her hands clenched and unclenched as thoughts ripped through her mind like wildfire. Every few strides she would shake her head, that long golden mane would shimmer and fall like a billowing cloud against her shoulders and back. The more worked up she became the more animated, though anyone in that house would know exactly what she was feeling as her eyes blazed with deep burning lust and need. Belatedly she heard the phone ring, her head skipped a beat as she suddenly fell completely still, her ears attuned for the sound of His voice as the recorder started, she had heard it to late and knew if she rushed she would just miss him anyway. Sandra's body was tense; quivering as hard nipples strained at her shirt, even the fabric brushing against the sensitive tips was increasing her hunger. She listened carefully, her breath a bit labored and heavy from the pacing, her eyes darting to the machine just as His voice started. "Sandra, don't you dare do anything until I say so. You know how much I love to hear the first of many orgasms after such a long time of being without," he whispered with a deep ominous chuckle following before the phone went dead. It was then that Sandra feeling the full throb of her clit now groaned. Just His voice was enough to send her through a very quick and thorough level of one to five, five being at that point of orgasm where she is flying high and being devoured as she devours. And that is exactly what she wanted to do; she wanted to devour him like a full course meal, savoring the taste of him and yet rip into him like a big juice steak after not eating for a long time. It never seemed to surprise her the way she reacted to him, it was natural and it was completely. Sandra quickly looked at the clock, it wouldn't be long before he was there. Silently she ran through the steps of getting read and calculated that the time was aplenty to be read. Striding toward the bathroom she grasped the short creamy pale silken robe from the bedroom door handle without breaking her path. Kicking off her shoes as she entered the bathroom before, turning on the shower. Watching the steam of the shower start to fill the bathroom, leaving the door partially open. Grasping the hem of her shirt she lifted it off, a slight moan escaping as the material scraped over her engorged nipples. Just the little touch was enough to make her cunt pulse to a matching heartbeat. Unsnapping her jeans and then the zipper she tugged them down, feeling the slight pull against the bells in her clit piercing. "Fuccccck," she whispered breathlessly, her body stopped mid motion as she trembled like a new born foal standing for the first time. Sandra dare not move, she knew that to do so, would at this very moment send her into that orgasmic bliss that craved with every ounce of her being and yet was being denied until she saw him. Closing her eyes, Sandra counted, then sang, then just growled just before a tiny whimper of helplessness passed her lips. Taking deep breaths, her breasts lifted, steam from the shower coated her in a light sheen, tongue darting out along her lips as she concentrated on breathing calmly. It was a few moments before she could actually move without just having an orgasm on the spot, she knew she could very easily do so, as she had many times before without any touching. Just that pent up need, like a wild beast needing and trying to break through to freedom. Sandra stepped from her pants, continuing to breath before stepping into the shower and closing the door. The hot water pelted her flesh, instantly the heat soothed even as her flesh became red from the temperature of it. Gathering her long hair in her hands and twisting she made a quick fastening of it with a band and tipped her head forward, leaning into the wall as the water beat on her back. Counting to twenty before moving again, her stance widened until her legs were apart and her clit throbbed but wasn't being rubbed at all with her motions. Sandra took down the washcloth and wet it as her head tipped back just enough so the water now pelted her neck and shoulders. Lathering up the cloth she quickly traced it along her arms and chest, biting at her lip as the cloth seemed to tug at her nipples. Quickly she moved the cloth down her belly and then along her sides and hips. Twisting slightly she washed her back, trading the cloth from hand to hand as the water continued to warm her. Drawing one shapely leg upward, her pelvis dipped inward and Sandra's first thought was of how her hips moved like that when she would rub against His cock like a needy little slut. Biting her lip more tightly she took the cloth and swept it down and then up her leg before lowering her leg and letting her other foot rest on the same spot, repeating the long languid strokes along her leg. Carefully, Sandra, washed as close as she could to her cunt before stopping, she dare not even try, she knew she wouldn't be able to stand the attention to her clit, besides her own scent was arousing to her because she was so in need. Hanging up the cloth she turned off the water and opened the door, a plume of steam billowed out as she stepped from the shower and closed the door behind her. Looking at the towel and reaching for it she decided that wouldn't be a good idea and would just let the air of the room dry her body naturally. Sandra crossed to the sink and she did pamper herself, she dusted her body with a vanilla scented liquid powder that she rubbed into her skin, her nails scraping almost roughly. In the full length mirror she watched herself, the sensual display that she put on could have been for the man she adored, and yet it was just for her. Hands roamed languidly along her body, nails scraping softly, then harder at some points, her skin was so sensitive she would quiver with every touch, a natural blush began to cover her cheeks, her eyes glossed over before her very sight. Turning this way and that, her gaze slid over each curve, each tiny indent of a dimple to her lower back, the svelte length of her back to the soft lines of her breast in a side profile. Taking a deep breath and then shaking her head slightly she quickly tipped her head down, long curls tumbling toward the ground. Finger raking through the mass before flinging her head back. the curls absently falling here or there, falling over her shoulder to tease at the curve of her breast. Reaching toward the shelf she grabbed a bottle of perfume she had specially made she sprayed two squirts into the air and let it fall around her, lightly dusting so it wasn't overpowering. Sandra could still smell her own arousal and with the mingled scents of sandalwood, wild-berry and vanilla, it only intensified her own natural scent. Just as she finished, Sandra heard the car in the driveway and knew he was back. Swallowing she couldn't help but be a bit nervous and shy even as she wanted to just feel Him deep within her clenching depths immediately, Sandra didn't want foreplay she just wanted Him, now...fully. A soft groan passed her lips and she moved through the bathroom to the bedroom and then into the living room. As she passed the bedroom door she again reached out without stopping and grabbed his necktie, slipping it over her head as she strode toward the front door. The neck tie brushing gently between two lush breasts, the soft rose tipped nipples straining as she turned and leaned against the wall near the door. It was all she could do to not grab the door knob and attack him as he entered. Closing her eyes a moment she took a deep breath, her body quivered it was so tense, warmth flowed through her like a living volcano ready to explode. Turning her head just right she watched the door knob turn. Inhaling deeply, Sandra's eyes glued to the door handle she saw it stop moving and some rustling outside. Blinking a bit in confusion she had no idea what he was doing or the fact that he was just as wanting of her as she was of him that he had stripped down to nothing before the door and uncaring of the neighbors. Sandra watched the doorknob and as it opened she breathed a sigh of relief. Before she could look up he was before her, grasping her leg and the tie as his mouth feasted on hers. With one stroke he was inside her, so wet and silken, so fucking deep she just cried out against his lips. Her back was slammed up against the wall, her head tipped back as his forearm was against her throat, fingers clutching the tie and tugging so it tightened around her neck. Eyes wide she looked at him, the primal rage that took over, the sheer force of his gaze made her own lower. Reaching out she grasped his chest, nails sinking inward so harshly they broke the skin, the scent of blood mingling with her own need and His drew a deep growl of pure lust to flow from her. One sharp thrust inward and his cock was buried so fucking deep she screamed, lifting her other leg as she was pushed into the wall and locked it around his waist. A deep growl flowed over her from his lips as he took her harder, her clit mashed between them as her breath was being choked. The tie was tightening more and more with each ram of his hips into her. Lips parted, trying to catch a breath as her body breathed its own fire. He knew what she wanted without her even having to ask, he could sense her body was going to give way even if he told her no. "Don't you do it slut, you hear me? DON'T YOU DO IT", each word was deep, harsh and carried a tone she knew well, punctuated with each thrust of His hips to roll tight into Sandra's body and push against her clit. Sandra knew what was going to happen instantly and panicked, her voice was lost her throat swelling as her face turned red, lungs burned from the lack of air and yet she shook her head, pleading with him not to force her when she was being told no. That feral gleam and evil mocking laughter followed her silent plead. "You heard me Sandra, don't you dare do it, DO NOT CUM SANDRA, " he yelled at her. At that precise moment her body betrayed her and she orgasmed, her body thrashed against the wall, bucking into him, her heels dug into his ass, pushing and grinding her ass into his balls as her juices coated his thick cock. Reluctantly he gave her some air enough so that the hoarse scream slide over his mouth as he attacked hers with his own. Unable to catch that breath she felt her body shaking wildly against him, slick with a sheen of sweat as his body pummeled into her with deep long thrusts, so forceful that her head slammed back into the wall repeatedly. Still in the throes of her own orgasm she felt Him shift, the subtle motion of his body. He growled at her, " YOU fucking little slut, god damn." His voice trailed off with the thrust that sent him over the edge. Suddenly able to breath she gulped in breath after breath as she clung to him, nails raking down his back as his hips rolled and rocked, Sandra kept digging her heels into his ass, she knew he loved it and then just as quickly dropped her head and bit into his shoulder, growling out to match his own. The slickness between them was filled with the smell of their hunger, their lust. Just as she was beginning to relax her legs around him, he threw back his head and started laughing, lifting one hand to grasp her chin and turn her face to the doorway, where a few people stood by transfixed by the show that just happened. Sandra's eyes grew wide as she began to blush profusely, trying to shake his hand away. He laughed between the words spoken, " Don't worry folks, she really isn't that shy." Kicking his foot out to kick the door closed in the faces of Sandra's neighbors she lost balance and both went falling to the ground in a heap of laughter, the door echoing behind. Deep rumbling laughs to meet her own throaty ones before both looked at each other. Sandra's eyes filled with love and his own promising retribution. One sentence uttered. "You will pay for coming without permission slut", before his lips took hers once more. Just like the Old Days I was sat with Steffi, wife of an old friend, who was currently, like me, watching her husband on the dance-floor with Jan, my wife. Now that it was towards the end of the evening it was a slower dance. Jan and Mike were dancing closely. Um, no. Jan and Mike were dancing very closely, in a darker corner of the dance-floor. Steffi and I were not too worried about dancing - I have two left feet and can't keep to any sort of rhythm and Steffi, well Steffi wanted to keep me company to let Mike dance with Jan. Sort of... Steffi giggled. "Talk about the vertical expression of a horizontal desire." "And that doesn't bother you?" "Lord no," and then as Steffi's hand brushed my hard cock trying to escape from the front of trousers, "Nor you from the feel of that." She went on, "I think we'll have to take this and them home before they get arrested for indecent intent or whatever." But how had we got to this? Well, a couple of months earlier out of the blue we had received an invitation to the wedding of Francis, the daughter of some folks we knew who lived in the next county to ours. We have over the course of our married life been either lucky enough or maybe unlucky enough for me to have had a good job, but one that required me to be able to move round the country. In the course of forty and odd years I think we moved home and usually location as well, about 14 times. Now I've retired we don't plan to move again - period! We lived next door to these folks about four or five moves ago, but even though they were a little younger than us, as our children were of a similar age, we had become very close friends with them. Birthday parties, Christmas parties, pool parties, I think we'd been to them all. Jan, my good lady and Steffi, Mike's wife, being the home birds looking after the children, had become particularly close. I also think that given the amount of flesh that was displayed at the pool parties that Mike had quite fancied Jan, I know I had Steffi - but younger children, that well-known contraceptive force, had very much seen to it that nothing had ever happened between us. I'll explain at this point that before our children arrived on the scene that Jan and I had been known to very discreetly and carefully swap partners, but only with folks we trusted and knew very well. But that had been a long time ago. ----------- Retired we may be, but both Jan and I have a very healthy and active physical side to our relationship. Normally restricted to the bed-room these days - we like our comfort! Nevertheless now we have more time for each other as we've got older that side of our relationship has got stronger and more frequent. We are also more easily able to tell each other what we want and like out of our lovemaking. So, a couple of days after the arrival of our invitation to the wedding, we were relaxing in bed, with a glass of wine after a 'nooner.' I'm not sure why we'd decided to indulge in the middle of the day, but then there didn't have to be that much of a reason other than one of us had decided to drag the other one to bed and have their 'wicked way' with them. "So," said Jan, "Are we going to Fran's wedding then?" We always called Francis Fran, she wasn't keen on Francis, she felt it was too formal, so Fran it had always been to her family and friends. As we lived a couple of hundred miles away it would mean a couple or three days away from home. No matter, it wasn't a difficult question to answer. "Oh yes," was my instant reply, "it'll be nice to meet up again. Perhaps we can stay in the area for a few days and meet up with them again after the big day when they have a bit more time. It'll be nice to catch up." Now at this point I must admit that the thought of seeing Steffi again caused a certain part of my anatomy to, shall we say, think on its own. As Jan was still laying against me, her reaction was instant. "Oh, what have we here, then?" And she snaked her hand between us to grasp my now rapidly and embarrassingly stiffening cock. "Hey there, Mr - he's giving you away again, you're thinking of Steffi and maybe getting into her pants at last..." "Busted!" I laughed. "Well, you always did fancy Mike - as long as they've not had an attack of the 'Uglies' as they've got older it could be rather fun." Putting down our half-finished glasses of wine we spent the next few minutes on a second round. I think we more than proved to each other how much the thought of meeting our old friends and whatever it might bring interested us. ----------- The following day I came in from doing some gardening to find Jan just finishing a telephone conversation with Steffi. "You know they've moved since we last knew them? Well I rang her because I wondered if there were any suitable hotels nearby where we might stay," Jan said. "She's delighted we can come, and as they have a large house these days would love us to stay with them. They wouldn't hear of anything else." I laughed and said, "That could get interesting - you might get your wish to try out Mike after all." Jan blushed and didn't say anything, but once again our lovemaking that evening was rather more intense and upbeat than normal - and that's saying something these days! ----------- The day before the date of the wedding Jan took herself off to our local Spa beauty centre for a 'Me' day and as she put it, 'to have me and my appearance tuned up for next week.' Me? Typical man I'm afraid - I had just retrieved my 'Match, Hatch and Despatch' suit from the dry-cleaners - I mean, what else is needed.... Jan, however, returned from being pampered looking even more glamorous than ever, the last thing she looked like was a Granny old enough to be retired. Certainly if her plans played out as she intended Mike was in for a treat - and hopefully, I'd finally manage to bed Steffi. The journey, being mid-week, was relatively painless, Mike and Steffi as welcoming as ever. Steffi was glad of last minute help and advice from Jan, whereas I kept Mike from interfering. Wedding day was long and tiring but as these things go, a pretty good day. Truth be told weddings are not really my thing, but hey! The booze is free and generally good and I get to people watch. As a designated driver and therefore sober it can be most entertaining. At the end of the evening I filled the car with two very tired people, slightly tipsy, definitely tending towards the emotional, plus one, also very tired, wife "Sven - thank you for this, I'll make it up to you in a couple of nights time when we've all had some sleep." All I said was, "Mike - it's been a great day and it's my pleasure to be able to help." We were all too tired even for a nightcap before we tumbled into bed. Next morning at breakfast I was the only bright and breezy one, especially since it being a nice day I had just swum a number of circuits of their swimming pool which was larger than ours. Mike laughed as Jan said, "He's quite insufferable when fresh, sober and not hungover." I just poured myself another cup of coffee. The day was a quiet one as they all laid out in the sun and had some recovery time. Mid-afternoon, it was Steffi who had surprised us by saying, "We've booked a table at the Three Horseshoes, they do a nice dinner dance and we thought we could have a pleasant evening out together with no cooking for us girls." Mike added, "It's close enough for us to be able to use a taxi back and they're quite happy for us to leave my car in their garage overnight. We can go pick that up tomorrow Sven." "Other than I tend to only have a token dance, sounds pretty good to me," I said. The meal was as good as Mike and Steffi had said, and the three piece band played good music without it being too loud, which was a nice change. Steffi had said during the meal that she wasn't going to be dancing a lot so Mike could keep Jan happy if I didn't want to dance. "Sounds good to me." I said while Jan just beamed. And so the evening had gone, Steffi and I dancing some of the slower dances and leaving the faster ones to Mike and Jan. They walked back to the table as there was a short break in the music. Mike went off to the bathroom as Jan sat down for a little bit of a rest. "Steffi, thank you for loaning me Mike for the evening. Sven, as you know, doesn't dance much and this evening has been great. Haven't had as much fun for ages." Just then the music restarted with a slower tune for a change. Jan grabbed me and we set off for my token dance. Jan snuggled up to me. "Hey there big fellow, I hate to mention this, but this is the second hard cock that's been pressed up to me this evening." I kissed her and she put her head back on my shoulder. "I noticed you've been lent Mike for the evening, maybe we should return before midnight and the loan ends, or is the 'evening' going to be extended to 'the night' anyway." "Would you mind?" was Jan's response. "Not if I get to hold hands with Steffi," I responded, "Do you think they will go that far?" "I don't know for sure just yet, but I think Mike's discussing it right now." As we moved round we could see an earnest discussion going on. As the music speeded up we walked back across. "Here you are Mike - all yours, I can't cope with this speed," I said, laughing to ease the moment. Mike got up and Jan happily led the way back out to the dance-floor. I sat back down beside Steffi. In the reduced lighting I couldn't clearly make out her face. She turned back to me. "Mike wants to fuck Jan, you know?" She used the 'F' word to emphasise the statement. "Do you want the 'loan' for the evening to become a loan for the night?" I asked. "Sven I'm nervous, we've never done this before and suddenly I'm not sure." "Steffi, why not take it a step at a time?" I suggested, "Jan and I changed partners on the odd occasion a long time ago before the children came along. She and I had discussed the possibility of doing this with you when we lived beside each other, but the children were too young and then I got moved yet again before we got the opportunity. I know that Jan regretted us not doing so with you then." Steffi surprised me a little when she said that she and Jan had actually discussed it but had never had the chance to put a plan into action. Now it might actually happen she wasn't sure if she could deal Mike and Jan spending the rest of the night together. That's when she giggled, "Talk about the vertical expression of a horizontal desire, and then ran her hand along my thigh. "That doesn't bother you?" I asked. "Lord, no, leastways I don't think so any longer." And then as Steffi's hand brushed my hard cock trying to escape from the front of trousers, "Nor you from the feel of that." "Steffi, when I danced with Jan a moment or two ago she told me that mine was the second hard cock pushing against her this evening. I think she'd like to take Mike to bed this evening. I won't say sleep with him, because I think that's probably the last thing they will do together. As you just noticed, I'm pretty horny over the whole thing because as long as both of you are happy with the thought, I want to do the same with you." Steffi leaned towards me and gave me a gentle kiss as Mike and Jan came back towards the Table. Jan laughed and said, "Hey there - I saw that, Mike we need to get even." And without waiting for a reply she turned and gave him a toe-curling kiss. We all laughed and I said, "I think that taxi must be just about due, probably just about save you from being arrested for indecency!" They both looked a bit guilty but then realised we were laughing as well. We got up, both Mike and I adjusting the front of our trousers discreetly before walking into stronger light. On the way out the two ladies went to the powder room. I said to Mike, "Whatever happens Jan and I are cool with it, so lets just play it by ear." Mike gave a slightly embarrassed grin and said, "That's great, I'd love to spend the night with Jan and I'm happy with the thought of you spending the night with Steffi, I'm just not sure about whether she's 100% with the idea yet." "Mike, let's just take it gently - don't push too hard." We didn't have time for any other discussion as the girls got back and we walked to the front door. Our timing was pretty good as the taxi we had earlier arranged had just pulled up so we had no wait. It was one of these new designs with two rows of back seats. Mike and Jan got in first in the very back, Steff and I in the middle row. As it was pre-arranged the driver knew where to head. I didn't look at Mike and Jan on the way home but we did chat a little as I held Steffi's hand. When we got to the other end Steffi opened the front door with Mike while Jan waited for me to pay the cabbie off. As we walked towards the house she grinned at me. "I had a quick chat with Steffi in the rest room. I only wanted a quick word with her rather than anything else. I could see she was nervous so I wanted to reassure her that we were both OK and that I wasn't looking to steal her man from her. I think she should be telling Mike that we just pick up from where we were a few minutes ago." Then we were closing the front door behind us. Mike was just finishing pouring me a glass of Merlot, and handed that to me and Steffi handed Jan's white wine to her. Smiles all round would seem to indicate that any possible crisis had passed. Mike turned the main lights down low then went and put some slow music on, Jan kicked off her shoes and waited for him to return. Then they once more folded into each other's arms and held each other. Both sets of hands on the other's bums. Steffi took my hand and led me to the settee. "Now where were we?" she said as she took my glass from me and put it down beside hers before kissing me. Her kissing became more intense as I slid off the settee and knelt on the floor. Steffi lay along it as I undid her blouse. She raised up on one elbow as I slid it off her shoulders, before unhooking her bra one-handed. She giggled a little as I did so and she shrugged off her blouse and bra, now naked to the waist. As she lay back her breasts stood proud from her chest, her nipples hard and begging to be kissed - so I did, Steff holding my head to her. I stroked her flat belly with my free hand, easing my fingers under the waistband of her skirt and under her panties to her lightly furred pussy. She moaned gently with pleasure as I did so. Then it was as if she made her mind up. She sat up, undid her skirt snap and eased skirt and knickers down her legs, kicked them off and dumped them beside the settee. Now she concentrated on me and it seemed that in the blink of an eye I was as naked as she was. As I knelt alongside she took my cock in hand, pulling me towards her. To make it easier I stood up to sit on the settee so she could sit on my lap. As we turned round we could see Jan and Mike properly. Both were naked like us. Unlike us they hadn't wasted any time - Jan was on her back with her legs up over Mike's shoulders and he was buried deep inside her, thrusting hard into her, both grunting slightly at the force of the coupling, Jan's wetness making a lovely squishy sound as Mike's cock was fucked deeply into her. Steffi gasped as she caught sight of what her husband was doing, and she became transfixed as she watched the scene unfolding in front of her. I sat down to watch and pulled her gently down to sit on my lap facing the two lovers. She trapped my cock underneath her and I wriggled until the tip was at the entrance of her pussy. Easing back then forward and upward I gently pushed inside and pulled Steff back by the hips until I too was buried deeply in her warm tightness. Steffi squeezed her muscles down on me and the exquisite feeling just got better as we started to move, spellbound as at the same time we watched the urgency of the other two. Mike made several staccato thrusts and finished, back arched trying to climb inside Jan as he filled her to the brim - we could see the excess start to leak out round his cock. Steffi groaned and started to bounce on me, almost as if we both knew we too were going to come as well. She cried out as she came and as she stiffened and clamped down on me I felt the spurt of my own cock as we came hard together, my hands with a life of their own clutching her breasts and pulling her back against me as I started to spasm inside her, Steffi crying out, "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" In time to the climactic thrusts we were both making. As we gasped breath with the exertion of the moment, we realised that both Jan and Mike were grinning at us from their position on the floor. "What a wanton display," Mike laughed. "And we weren't, wanton, that is." Jan mused. Steffi didn't say anything, but I felt her squeeze my cock inside her, keeping me still hard and not letting me go down too much. In the end though I slipped out and Steff stood up to let me move, white trails wandering down the insides of thighs. Jan crawled across and scooped some up on a finger, transferring the juices to her mouth. "Love the taste," she said, scooping more up and offering it to Steff. She took Jan's finger into her mouth, obviously trying something new for the first time. It seemed to meet with approval as she scooped more up for herself. Then realising I had a coating on my cock, pushed me gently onto my back and took my cock into her mouth to clean me off. Which in turn started to make me hard again. When it was hard enough she moved astride me and holding him straight sat down on him, trapping me back in the hot, velvet glove of her wetness. She didn't move too much, rather she used her muscles to ripple and milk me. Glorious sensation again, especially as Jan decided to join in and sat her pussy gently onto my face, the remnants of Mike's come still running out. I've tasted myself after fucking Jan, Mike's come didn't taste too much different. In any case I didn't seem to have too much say in the matter. Then Jan got up, allowing me to breathe a little more easily. Steffi squirmed on me as Jan and Mike were doing something behind Steffi. Steffi stopped moving and lay forward on me her breasts and nipples just grazing my own. Then I became aware of a feeling, a sensation in my Cock and became aware that Steffi had a finger in her ass, that I could feel against me. The tightness grew and I wondered what next as I felt another pair of knees astride my legs. Then Steffi groaned and I realised Jan was helping Mike push into his wife's ass. There was a momentary lurch and then I could feel Mike enter her as she and I held still. Mike pushed slowly in until I could feel his balls graze my legs and his length alongside me as it were. Steffi let the air out of her lungs as she'd been holding her breath for a moment or two, then she moved on us both as we stayed still, letting Steffi adjust to the double penetration. Now we slowly began to move with her, all three of us grunting in the effort of balancing the motion. Steffi keened gently. Afterwards she would tell us that at that point she was coming almost continually in little mini-orgasms. Mike's thrusting, like mine, began to take on an urgency and then I could feel him thrusting and the muscles in his cock squirting inside Steffi. That took me over the top and I gave a couple of enormous thrusts to leave what little I'd got left as far inside as I could reach. I could feel Steffi's heartbeat, like mine, going like a jackhammer as Mike slid gently out of her ass. I shrank, slipped out and lost contact. As Mike moved back Steffi rolled off me and lay alongside, panting with exertion. I lay with my eyes closed, recovering, as I was kissed by Jan, who'd rather been left out of the last action. Mike and I would make that up to her later in the night as it transpired. Just like the Old Days Mike went and fetched a towel or two and some wash cloths and he cleaned Steff off while Jan cleaned me - everyone quite quiet in the aftermath of what we'd just done. Steffi mumbled that she was exhausted, but the spare bed was made up for Jan and I, she and Mike would see us in the morning. Jan and I had a quick shower in the shower room off our bedroom to finish cleaning off and then climbed into bed. Jan snuggled up and I could feel the smile in her voice as she said, "Just like the old days..." Later in the night I gently woke to hear Mike and Steffi making love in the next room. My movement in turn woke Jan and we lay there and listened to them as they reached their peak. Jan reached down, muttered something about this damn thing never giving up as she knelt astride me welcoming my once again rigid cock back inside her. Then we moved slowly and with gathering urgency to our own climax. "I heard that." laughed Steffi from next door, but we were already falling back asleep. Sven the Elder © April '11