22 comments/ 404438 views/ 50 favorites The Ice Maidens By: Awlni For most of my life I have been a very light sleeper. I remember being awakened as a child every time my parents would make love. The first time I heard it I got scared and ran into their room only to find Dad on top of Mom just pumping away. Later on, as a teenager, I figured out what they were doing and would giggle every time they would wake me up with it. In college I would wake up every time the guy living across the hall from me would get a phone call. Since his girlfriend worked a graveyard shift at a convenience store and would call him as she got home each morning, it became a problem. When I got married it took me two months to get to the point where I would stay asleep every time my wife would roll over. I got a kitten, Virgo, and every time she jumped up on the bed, that fourteen ounces of fuzz would cause enough of a ruckus that I would wake up. All of this made me a morning person, and made what began last Sunday even more exciting and unexplainable than it already is. I woke up to find my wife giving me the best blowjob of my life. Jessie, my wife of five years, is a night person. She works as a telecommuting web designer for one of the larger consulting firms in town, and her night owl habits make her a little more able to fit in with that crowd. She will come to bed, usually about two or three in the morning. I would wake up, she’d kiss me, and we’d both roll over and go to sleep. By five, I was ready to get up and get on with my day. I’m a real estate broker and my office opens at eight. All of this combined has made our sex life a little vanilla. It’s difficult to pull Jess away from the computer when I’m ready to make love. At midnight, when she’s ready, I’ve been asleep for a couple of hours. Like so many happily marrieds, the sex before the marriage was a lot better than the sex afterwards. Now this is a much my fault as hers. Over the years we’ve slipped into a routine. First the midweek quickies went out the window, a victim to the different work schedules. As both of us fought for promotions and the green stuff, we found that we were just too tired during the week. Saturday became the night of choice. But, eventually, even Saturday became a little boring. We’d spend the day doing whatever we needed to do, me on my schedule and Jess on her schedule, then spend the evening watching the television. Maybe a little “Skinamax” then off to the bedroom to fuck. I missed the living room. I missed the backseat of the car. But I missed the blowjobs most of all. Now don’t get me wrong. I love my wife more than anyone else in the world and would kill or die for her. She is the best woman in the world and there is nothing I wouldn’t do for her. I just miss the sex. Oh well, as least she still slept naked. This is what made Sunday morning so special. I woke up to find my wife sucking my cock like she had never done before. She licked and sucked for almost an hour. She brought me right to the edge six or seven times, backed off, then started again. When she finally did let me come I came so hard it rebounded off the back of her mouth and dribbled out the sides. She crawled back up the bed and snuggled up against me. I could feel her moistness on my leg as she wrapped herself over me. She ran her tongue over her lips and licked her fingers dry and generally looked like Virgo when she had just finished a bowl of cream. As she kissed me I could taste myself on her lips. “What brought that on?” I asked. “Not that I’m complaining, mind you. I’m just rather surprised.” “You needed a little help waking up this morning. You slept through your cell phone ringing. It woke me up instead. Since I was working last night I didn’t have a chance to do anything, so I figured I’d just wake you up in style by having my breakfast.” “Who called?” “I don’t know. I didn’t answer it.” As I rolled over on my side to reach for the phone my leg rubbed Jessie’s pussy and she began to purr like Virgo does when I scratch her ears. “So tell me,” she started, “what are you planning to have for breakfast?” Now catching Jessie in a horny mood is one of my main ambitions. I love to make love to her and wish we could every day. “I don’t know yet. What kinds of cereal do we have?” Jessie laughed and hit me with her pillow, knocking my phone out of my hand. “Now look what you’ve done,” I said. I picked up the phone and looked at the number on the caller id. “It was Tom. I wonder what he wants at this time of the morning?” “Tom from next door? He never calls us early. Maybe you should call him back before you, uh, eat,” she said as she reached down between her legs and began to rub herself. My jaw dropped open in surprise. Here was my wife, fresh from giving me my first blowjob in six months, masturbating in front of me. She had never done that before. “Hello?” I heard through my amazement. “Tom? It’s Michael. What’s up?” “I just wanted to see if you guys are alright. Do you have power?” “Power? What do you mean?” Tom laughed sarcastically. “Look out your window.” I got out of bed and pushed the curtains back. What I saw floored me more than the picture of Jessie rubbing herself in front of me. The world was covered with ice. “Holy shit,” I said. “Holy shit is right. We had one of those storms to tell the grandkids about last night. Are you guys alright?” “Yeah, we’re fine. Jesus it looks bad out there.” “It is bad, pal.” “How about you guys? Everything okay?” “Not really. You remember that beautiful old oak tree right outside our bedroom window?” “The one you said would be perfect to hang a swing in if you and Carrie ever have any kids? That one?” “Yeah, that one. It won’t hold a swing now.” “All the limbs fall off?” “Limbs? Hell, most of it is inside my bedroom right now. And what isn’t in my bedroom is sticking through the remains of Carrie’s car. The whole damn thing came down and took half my house with it.” “Jesus,” was all I could say. “What happened?” Jess asked. In my shock I had forgotten all about her. I turned around and saw that she still had her hand between her legs but she wasn’t moving it. “We had a huge ice storm last night. The old oak beside Tom’s house fell over and crashed into their bedroom.” “Are they okay?” “I think so,” I said as I put the phone back to my ear. “Tom? How about you and Carrie? Are you two okay?” “Yeah, we’re fine. Carrie was in the kitchen making coffee when it fell. I was taking a piss. If I had gotten out of bed two minutes later than I did it probably would have killed me.” “Jesus,” I said as I looked at Jessie and nodded my head. “I’ll be there in five minutes.” “Don’t bother, Mike. There’s nothing you can do here. I just wanted to see if you two were okay.” “Yeah, we both slept right through it and never noticed a thing.” “Lucky you.” “Look Tom, why don’t you and Carrie come over here to stay? We’ve got plenty of room. And with the trees around here we’d have to cut a road through them to get into the city anyway. I’m sure a bunch of them have come down.” “Do you have power?” I reached over and flicked the switch, smiling when the ceiling fan started to move. “For the moment. Come on over.” I heard the doorbell ring an hour later. I opened the door and let two frozen strays into my living room. Under all the coats were Tom and Carrie. Jessie ran over and gave Carrie a hug as she took off her coat. “I was starting to get worried. I tried to call you but you didn’t answer. What happened?” “Cell phones are dead. No signal. I guess a tower came down somewhere,” Tom said. I pulled mine out of my pocket and looked at it. “Mine’s dead, too.” “We had to walk. A six-foot tree is down about a half mile back, so we turned my car around and parked it back in the driveway. It takes a while to walk a mile in this shit.” Tom grinned. “At least the hill was easy.” ”What happened?” Jessie asked. “Carrie slipped in the ice and piled into me. Both of us went down the hill flat on our asses. By the time we stopped we were at your driveway.” “You two must be frozen solid,” I said. “I’m pretty cold. We couldn’t carry much stuff with us. Everything has about an inch of solid ice on it. I was afraid to tie up our hands.” “Come on,” I said. “You two come upstairs and we’ll get you into a hot shower. I’ll lay out some dry clothes for you.” When I came back downstairs Jessie was making coffee. “I set them up across the hall from our room. I pulled out some jeans and shirts for them and laid them out on the bed,” I said as I gave her a hug from behind. She leaned back against me and sighed. After a few seconds of bliss she took my hand and slid it under her sweatpants and between her legs. “I’m still wet,” she whispered. “I can tell,” I said back as I worked a finger inside of her. She took a deep breath as a finger brushed past her clit. “What has got you going so much today?” “Remember that web page I’m designing?” I nodded and muttered as I slid my other hand up to feel her breast. “It’s for a new exhibit at the art museum. It’s called ‘Erotica Through the Ages.’ I spent half the night looking at pictures of people getting fucked in ways that I never even thought of before.” She pulled my hand out of her pants and I was hit with the aroma of her moistness. “We’re going to have to wait a little. I have a feeling that the second course of breakfast isn’t going to be exactly what I wanted.” She sighed and then broke out in a giggle. “We are going to have an interesting time.” “Why?” “Well, there’s no way that we’re going to have electricity long. Looks like you’d better bring some firewood up onto the porch. And, best of all for you, my husband, is that Carrie is about two sizes bigger than I am, especially through the bust. My clothes will fit her like a second skin.” She turned to face me and kissed me lightly. “And if you spend all day staring at her tits it’ll be six months before you get another blowjob.” Well, Jessie was right on both counts. The power went off three hours later and the clothes Carrie was wearing were so tight that you could clearly she the texture of her nipples through the shirt. Oh well, we all have to make sacrifices. The tough part was in trying to remember not to stare so much. Tom and I spent the day dragging up the firewood from the stack behind my garage and wondering how long it would be before the power came back. We came to the conclusion that we needed to buy a wood splitter and chain saw to make next year’s supply instead of buying it from the Hackney brothers. About 2:30 we heard on the radio that over a million people were without power and that over half the state was affected. The governor declared a state of emergency and said that she was going to send the National Guard out to rescue people trapped due to the ice and the fallen trees. The electric company announced that it might take a week to get all customers back on the grid. Toward evening we broke out the camping gear that Jessie and I had been too busy to use for a couple of years so that we could have a little light and, most importantly, cook dinner on the portable stove. Dinner was by candlelight. There’s nothing quite like a good steak, grilled over real charcoal by two men shivering in sub zero temperatures, served with fried potatoes and onions cooked by two women over a camp stove in a useless kitchen. Jessie had put the lantern in the kitchen to cook by and filled the dining and living rooms with candles. There must have been fifty in each room. As it turns out I didn’t stare at Carrie’s tits too much after all. As the house started to get a little chilly Jessie pulled out one of my sweatshirts for her. Sometimes life is too cruel. “Anyone ready for some dessert?” Jessie asked about eight. All of us nodded and she grabbed my hand. “Come on Loverboy, I need some help with this,” she said as she pulled at me. “Bring a candle with you.” Once we got into the kitchen Jessie turned and attacked me with kisses. “I’ve wanted you all day,” she whispered into my ear. “Just the thought of going to bed with you tonight has me wet again.” I had a huge erection as Jessie pulled the ice cream out of the freezer. “Ice cream? Isn’t it a little chilly in here for that?” Jessie shrugged her shoulders. “It’ll melt soon anyway. We may as well have it tonight before it does.” She smiled lewdly at me and caressed my cock through my jeans. “You’ll just have to do something to keep me warm, that’s all.” “Did anyone ever tell you that you are a cockteasing bitch?” I asked with a smile on my face. “Yep. Billy Atherton said that when I was in seventh grade. He was right,” she said as she started scooping our desserts. “I just forgot how much fun it is to do that again.” We spent the evening chatting, just four friends who were spending the time to get to know each other a little better. Eventually I got cold and wrapped the afghan around me on the couch. Jessie curled up with me underneath. I don’t think that either Tom or Carrie noticed that she unzipped my pants and was slowly stroking me for the last half hour before they went to bed. I was glad they did because I was trying to figure out how to get to my bedroom with a hard-on the size of Rhode Island. When we got upstairs Jessie barely waited for the door to close before she had her clothes in a pile on the floor. I could see the moisture from her and feel her heat as I moved closer. She pulled me on top of her, reached down with one hand and guided my dick into her. She came almost immediately, tensing her muscles so that it felt like I was being squeezed in half. As she relaxed I began slowly thrusting into her, building up speed until we were fucking like two dogs in heat. I came, exploding into her and crying out with the force. We fell asleep tangled in each other’s arms, the comforter pulled up high to ward off the chill. I woke up about 2:00 with a sudden fear of frozen pipes. I knew how much damage that could cause and mentally kicked myself for being too wrapped up in wanting my wife to remember to leave some water running in the kitchen and bathrooms. I got out of bed and pulled my jeans on since we had some unanticipated guests. As I walked down the hall I noticed that there was a glow coming from the room Carrie and Tom were in. The door was open about two inches and I looked in. You have to believe me, but I was afraid that they had fallen asleep and left a candle burning. I didn’t want my house to burn down, so I looked in. Tom was lying flat on his back and Carrie was going down on him. I was looking up from the foot of the bed. I could hear Tom moaning softly and see his hand on the back of Carrie’s head, guiding her. Carrie had one hand underneath herself and was furiously pumping her fingers in and out of her pussy as she went up and down with her mouth. I stood there for what seemed like an eternity, staring through the slightly open door and rubbing my cock with my right hand. Carrie stopped and started to push herself up. As much as I wanted to see all of her, I was afraid that she would move and see me at the door, so I backed away and went back to my bedroom. I started a trickle of water running in my bathroom sink and said a small prayer to the ice gods that it would be enough to keep the pipes from freezing. Jessie woke up as I crawled back into bed. “What’s wrong?” “Nothing. I just wanted to start some water running so that the pipes wouldn’t freeze.” “Good idea,” she said as she snuggled against me. That was when she brushed my hard-on with her leg. She opened her eyes and pulled the comforter up. “My, my, my. Look who wants to play,” she said as she started rubbing her leg against me. “I knew staring at Carrie’s tits all day would get you ready.” “It wasn’t her tits that did it.” “What do you mean?” “Do you promise to believe me if I tell you?” Jessie nodded. “I woke up and remembered that I forgot to run some water in the kitchen and the main bath to keep the pipes from freezing. So I got out of bed and put my pants on to go do it. When I walked down the hall I saw candlelight coming from their room. They left the door open about two inches and I looked in. I really was afraid that they had fallen asleep and left a candle burning and I didn’t want the house to burn down.” “And…” she prompted. “Carrie was fingering herself and giving Tom a blowjob.” “You’re kidding.” “Swear to God.” Jessie giggled and covered her mouth with her hand. With her other hand she threw the comforter back. “You’re not going to watch them, are you?” “Of course I am.” “Jessie, don’t. Let them have their privacy.” She leaned over and kissed me. “You can stay here if you want to, but I’m going to go watch.” I sat on the side of the bed with my ear toward the door, hoping that I didn’t hear a shout when she got caught spying on them. After five minutes I stood up and looked out into the hall. It was the most erotic sight I have ever seen. My wife was standing in the hall, naked, looking through the cracked door. One hand was softly pinching her nipple and the other was caressing her pussy. She looked as if the house could come crashing down around her and she wouldn’t notice. In five years of marriage I had not seen her masturbate even once, and now I had watched her play with herself twice in one day. I walked down the hall to join her, my erect cock leading me all the way. I stood behind her, letting my dick nuzzle against the crack of her ass, and looked into the room. Carrie was crouching over Tom’s face. He had his head raised and was tonguing her pussy for all he was worth. Carrie had leaned back against the wall and had her eyes closed. She looked as if she was staring at the face of Buddha Himself in one of the suburbs of Nirvana. I could see her breasts rise and fall with each breath. Her nipples were the largest I had ever seen. Her hair, trimmed into a racing stripe above her slit, was the same color red as the hair on her head. Tom’s cock was fully erect and twitching occasionally as he would raise his head to get his tongue deeper inside his wife. Precum glistened in the flickering candlelight. As Jessie and I watched he used one hand to stroke himself, spreading the fluid all around slowly. Carrie began to moan softly and buck her hips in time to his mouth’s rhythm. I felt Jessie’s hand encircle my cock and began to stroke it from shaft to tip. I reached around and grabbed one of her breasts, twirling her nipple between my fingers. I could feel the motions of her hips as she moved against her other hand. Suddenly Carrie spoke. “I need you inside me.” I pulled Jessie back from the door so we wouldn’t be seen. A minute or so later she bent over to look around the edge and waved me forward. I looked in over her head. Carrie was facing away from the door and was slowing lowering herself on Tom’s dick. I could hear her take in a long breath as he disappeared inside her. As he began to move faster into her I reached down and found my wife’s fingers buried completely inside her own cleft. I took her, right there in the hall, watching my next-door neighbors make love. She gasped as I entered her and I was afraid that Tom and Carrie would hear her, but they were lost in their own world and never noticed. Jessie reached out and braced herself against the doorframe as I pounded into her, each thrust burying my dick more deeply into her until I could feel (and hear) my balls slapping against her. My heart was pounding as we came together. As I softened I pulled out of her and took her by the hand, leading her back to our room. “That was the most amazing thing I’ve ever done,” Jessie said as she snuggled against me under the comforter again. “I’ve never in my life watched two people having sex. I thought I’d scream when you fucked me in the hall while we were watching them. My God, I must have come a dozen times. I don’t know if it was the sex or the watching or the fear of getting caught or what, but that was the most intense experience I’ve ever had.” The Ice Maidens “I can’t believe I did that in the hall. I just can’t believe it.” Jessie reached down and rubbed some of my fluids off of my dick and licked her fingers. “Believe it.” Life is good. A blowjob in the morning, a show by a gorgeous redhead and her husband, and I got to fuck my wife twice in one day. The next morning Carrie was having a cup of coffee at the table when I wandered into the kitchen. “So I see you survived the night. Did you sleep okay?” she asked. I lied. “Yep. We just snuggled under the covers to keep warm and slept the night away. What are you doing?” I could still see her glistening pussy in my mind’s eye as I looked at her. “Getting ready to fix breakfast. I was thinking eggs Benedict, but you don’t seem to have any English muffins.” “We’ve got some bagels. Will that work?” “It’ll have to. I don’t know how to work the stove. Can you get it started while I pull everything out?” “Sure,” as said as I pictured her sitting on my face in my mind. “Why don’t you slip upstairs and wake up out better halves?” She said as she was dropping the eggs into the water to poach. “I’ll be done here in a couple of minutes.” I knocked on Tom’s door as I passed. “You up yet?” “Working on it.” “Good. Carrie’s cooking this morning so you better hurry up or I’ll eat yours,” I said as I walked off. I woke Jessie with a kiss. She open her eyes and smiled and the sun rose and set in my world. “Time for breakfast. Carrie’s cooking.” “After what she did last night I figured she’d sleep until noon at least.” “Apparently she has a lot of energy. Now get up and get dressed or I’ll toss you down the stairs naked.” She smiled wickedly. “What, and let Tom see?” “Afraid of it?” I asked. “I’m not sure.” “Well then you better get dressed so we don’t have to find out.” She threw a pillow at me as I closed the door. It missed. We were all sitting around the table having coffee after breakfast. All I could think of was the sight of Carrie sucking her husband’s dick. And my wife bending over watching them with my dick buried within her. Needless to say I wasn’t adding much to the conversation. “God, I need a bath,” I heard Jessie say. I pictured her blond fuzz with a mixture of her fluids and mine matting the hair and almost choked on my coffee. “Water’s not hot anymore. I tried this morning. Almost froze my ass off,” Carrie said. “We can heat some water on the stove and at least take sponge baths,” I said, wondering if I could figure out a way to watch the girls. Jessie leaned over and kissed me quickly. “I knew I married him for a reason,” she said looking at Carrie. “He’s a genius. You boys wander out to the garage and refill the gas for the stove. I’ll get some towels and then we can all take baths.” She laughed as my eyes flew wide open. “Boys and girls have separate bath times, you silly boy. And it’s ladies first, so you better get moving.” “Mike, I hope that Carrie and I didn’t wake you up last night,” Tom said as we took our turn with the hot water. I would have choked on my own spit if I had had any. “What do you mean?” “Well, we got into the bedroom and Carrie started crying. I asked her what she was crying about and she started talking about the house and how much damage there was. And how she really loved that car. Well, I was holding her, and, well, one thing led to another, and we would up making love. I hope we weren’t too loud.” In my mind I was replaying the whole scene. “No, Tom. I didn’t wake up all night.” “Good. I’d hate to repay your hospitality by pissing you off.” “Don’t worry about it. No problems,” I said with a smile. We brought in some more wood and built a fire in the living room as the girls came back downstairs. Carrie was wearing a jacket that completely hid her breasts. Oh well. I’d just have to depend on my memory. As Jessie and I did the dishes in our bath bucket she looked very concerned. “The radio says that it might be another three or four days before we get power back,” she said. “Carrie heard it too. What can we do, Mike?” I reached out and took her hands in mine. “We don’t need to do anything. We’ve got all the food we need, so we won’t go hungry. I’ve got another two gallons of fuel for the stove so we can cook. We’ve got enough firewood for a month so if we had to we could cook in the fireplace. If the rest of the house gets too cold we can all sleep in the living room with a fire going. We’ll make it. It will only be a few days before the power comes back. Your great great-great-great-grandmother had it a lot harder and she made it.” She pulled me close to her and looked at me. “And we can always generate a little extra heat upstairs, huh?” “Oh yeah. I almost forgot about that part.” She leaned up and kissed me. “Liar,” was all she said. That night is when things got a little crazy. Looking back, I’m still not exactly sure how it started. We were all sitting in the living room around the fire and generally feeling a little miserable. I think all of us were starting to worry a little about the cold. For the first time all day I wasn’t thinking about the day before. Jessie and Carrie had disappeared into the kitchen and forbidden Tom and I to follow. Jessie came out carrying a tray of steaming mugs and Carrie had a bottle of bourbon. “Irish coffee is the cure for what ails us,” Carrie said with a smile. We sat around the fire drinking and talking about what we’d do when the power came back. “I’m going to buy a hot tub,” Tom said as I opened the bottle of bourbon and started to pour again. We had finished the coffee earlier and none of us really wanted to get up and make more, so the bourbon was undiluted. Tastes better that way. “A hot tub?” Jessie asked. “Yep. A hot tub. I feel like I’ve been cold for two days and I want to soak in bubbling hot water until I warm out. Sorry, that’s warm up.” “Bullshit,” Carrie said. “Tom’s always had this thing about hot tubs. Ever since college.” I looked over at Tom and he was blushing. It was kind of hard to tell in the candlelight, but his face was definitely red. Of course, it could have been from the bourbon. “What do you mean?” Jessie asked. “He’s just always had this thing about hot tubs. He doesn’t want to buy one to soak in, he wants to buy one to fuck me in.” “Carrie!” Tom said. “Well it’s true and you know it.” She looked over at Jessie and I. “In college he had a job at a gym I worked out at. He would come in to work about an hour before closing time and throw the towels in the laundry and clean the locker rooms and stuff.” She laughed. “You see, I always went in to work out late since it helped me to get to sleep at night. I had seen him around the gym, bending over to wipe off the machines and looking at me out of the corner of his eye.” She looked straight at Jessie. “He had a great ass, Jessie. The best I’d ever seen. Anyway, I started to try and flirt a little, but the manager was always there and they had a rule about employees hanging out with the members. So I never really had a chance. “Well, one night I hatched a plan. I hung around in the locker room until they closed. I had to run between the rows of lockers to keep the closer from spotting me. I knew that Tom would be in to clean the room after everyone else had left and I was planning on hanging around until he could see me naked. I figured that if he saw me and there was no one else around, he’d have to at least talk to me. Well, I’m hanging around in the locker room and I hear the whirlpool start up. I was really surprised because no one else was supposed to be there. “Well, I’ve got to tell you about the layout of the gym so you’ll understand what I had to do to catch this creep. The spa was an area between the two locker rooms. You could get into it from either side. Now the door leading in had about a four-inch gap at the bottom. So I got down and looked under the door, and looked at the spa. Guess what? There was my future husband stepping into the water. And he wasn’t wearing a stitch of clothing.” “Oh my God,” Jessie said. “What’d you do?” “Exactly what any red blooded horny American virgin would do. I ran back to my locker and sat on the bench trying to get up the courage to do something. Finally I stood up, stripped off my clothes, opened the door and walked in, naked as the day I was born, wearing a smile at one end and my shower shoes at the other. I stood at door and said ‘Mind if I join you’?” “So the first time you two did it was in a hot tub at the gym?” I asked. “Not quite.” Tom said. “What my beautiful and somewhat drunken wife has neglected to mention was that I was not alone in that tub.” “Oh my GOD!” Jessie shrieked amid laughter. “That’s right. I looked right at him and saw the club manager with her mouth wrapped around my future hubby’s dick. Looked like she was enjoying herself, too. She pulled her head out of his lap and covered her tits, shrieking, and ducked herself under the water. So Tom was just sitting there on the side of the hot tub with his dick pointing up at God and all the Angels and me standing there for all the world to see. I just turned around and ran back into the locker room crying in embarrassment.” “So then what happened?” Jessie asked. “I got fired,” Tom said. “The manager got out of the water and told me that if she ever saw me in the club again she’d charge me with rape.” “And I never went back to the club after that night,” Carrie said. “So how did you two get together?” Jessie asked. “I kept one of my keys,” Tom said. “One night I went in at about three in the morning and looked up her address in the computer. Took me an hour to find the name of the one woman who was always in that late, but it paid off. We got married six months later. My only regret is that she didn’t come in fifteen minutes later. I’ve never really forgiven her for taking away my only chance to get laid in a hot tub,” Tom said as he leaned over and kissed her. “That’s a fantastic story,” Jessie said. “Yeah, it is. You two are the only people I’ve ever told that to,” Tom said. “Well we’re honored,” I said. “Want to hear a funny story?” Jessie asked. I put my hand over my wife’s mouth. “My wife has had a little too many tonight. I think we’ll be leaving now.” “No way José,” Carrie said. “You heard our story, now tell yours.” I had to pull my hand away from Jessie’s mouth—she was trying to bite through the laughter. “I worked for Victoria’s Secret when I was in college. The hours were really bad but I got a great employee discount on the lingerie. And I’ve always had a fondness for expensive lingerie.” She giggled like a schoolgirl. “Most weeks I spent about half my salary before I got my check to the bank. Well, one day I had just bought some new stuff and went to my night class. The Teaching Assistant came in to give the lecture. I sat there like a good little girl and took notes like I was supposed to. I noticed that he was looking at me more often than the regular prof did but I didn’t think anything of it.” Tom smiled wickedly at my wife. “Let me guess. Mikey here was the TA?” Jessie giggled and nodded. “And you were flashing him, weren’t you?” My soon to be dead wife laughed and nodded her head. “Exactly. I didn’t realize it but from where he was standing he could see right up my skirt.” “What kind of panties were you wearing?” “Black silk.” “Don’t believe a word she says,” I interrupted. “I was never her TA because she was never in college.” “So what about my degree?” she asked as she looked at me. “Fake,” I said as I finished my drink. “Right. Anyway, I didn’t think anything of it at the time. I did notice that the aforementioned TA changed his seat to my side of the room after that. About two weeks later we were taking a test and I went down to the front of the room to ask the professor a question. As I walked back to my seat I figured out that anyone in front could see right up the skirts of the girls if their legs weren’t tightly closed. That’s when it hit me what Mike was doing.” She giggled. “So I set a trap for him. A few days later he was lecturing again because the professor had gone to a conference. I slipped out of the room and went into the ladies’ room and pulled my panties off. For the entire class I was slowly crossing and uncrossing my legs and making sure he got a good look.” She reached up and patted my cheek. “Spent most of the day behind the podium that class, didn’t you big boy?” Carrie and Tom rocked with laughter. “I found out later that my boy here is a voyeur who has a panty fetish. We started dating after that semester and the fact that I worked at Victoria’s Secret made things very interesting. The first time we made love he made me give my panties to him. I was wearing the same pair of black silk panties he was looking at that day.” “Where are they now?” “Upstairs in my nightstand drawer.” I said. “I put them on from time to time when I want to tease him. I’ll walk around the house wearing a cut off tank top that just barely covers my breasts and those panties and he’ll get a raging hard-on in seconds.” She looked up and kissed me. “But they’re not in the nightstand drawer tonight. I’m wearing them right now.” My mouth dropped open. Carrie began clapping and yelling. Tom started yelling “Prove it” over and over again. That’s when I knew that I had completely lost control of the situation. That is, if I had ever had control to begin with. My beautiful wife crawled out from underneath the comforter and pulled her jeans off right there in the middle of the living room floor. And yes, she was indeed wearing the same black silk panties. And yes, I had a raging erection in seconds. “Now that you’ve made me and Tom very happy you wanna come back over here?” I asked, lifting the edge of the comforter. She tossed her jeans into the corner and crawled back under the comforter. She found my hand and slid it between her legs. I felt the moisture gathering on that silk and I almost came right there and then. The fact that she was subtly grinding against my dick didn’t help at all. That’s when I knew how to get even. I started to pull those panties down from her hips. She leaned her head back on my shoulder and whispered, “What are you doing?” in my ear. “Take your panties off and give them to me,” I whispered back. “Now?” “Yes.” I felt her hips rise and the silk slid out of my reach. I looked over at Tom and Carrie and they were kissing each other passionately. I could see his hand moving over her breast under the comforter. Somehow I didn’t think they would mind. I balled the panties up in my fist and threw them over with her jeans. “Hey, what are you doing?” Jessie yelled. I saw Mike and Carrie look over at us with big smiles on their faces. “I figure we’ll see just how much exhibitionist is left in you.” “You don’t think I’ll do it, do you?” I shook my head. “You’re not that drunk yet.” Jessie leaned up and kissed me. “Do you want me to do it?” she asked in a whisper. “Yes,” I replied as our tongues touched. The next thing I knew Jessie had sprang up and tossed the comforter over my head. I had a brief glimpse of her blonde curls before the world went black. By the time I had the comforter off of my head she had peeled her sweatshirt off and was lifting up the bottom of the tank top she was wearing underneath. As it passed over her head she spun toward Mike and Carrie and posed full on for them, twirling the tank top on her finger and eventually letting it drop to the floor wait a “Ta-Da” kind of gesture. Both Tom and Carrie were laughing. She turned back to face me and bowed deeply to me. Tom and Carrie must have had a great view of her ass and wet pussy. All I noticed was that the chill in the air had made her nipples extremely hard. As the cheering slowed down my wife went over to each of us and collected our glasses to get us another drink. I could only wonder at this new side to Jessie. I knew she had a slight tendency toward exhibitionism, but she had never even been close to this level before. I reached down and readjusted my cock in my jeans. Jessie crawled back under the comforter but let it fall so that all of us could see her breasts. “What about you, Carrie? You gonna give the boys a show, too?” Carrie began vigorously shaking her head. Tom reached up and pulled the comforter off of her, shouting “CAR-RIE! CAR-RIE!” What stunned me most was my completely naked wife. She ground her naked ass into my dick and took up the cheer with Tom, waving her left hand in a circle over her head. Carrie covered her face with her hands for a moment. She finally looked up with a grin on her face. “I need some music. If I’m gonna do this I’m gonna do it right.” I pushed Jessie away from me and got up to go get the boom box from the kitchen. I only remembered that I had a huge hard-on when I felt Jessie’s hands pull my jeans down around my knees. The next few seconds seemed to drag out for several minutes. I remember hearing Mike laugh as he tipped over onto the floor, spilling what was left of his bourbon. Jessie shouted out “Looks like someone’s ready,” and Carrie, damn her eyes, was laughing so hard she was crying. “If I’d known I’d get this much reaction I’d have been a stripper for years.” I looked down and saw the tip of my dick looking at me above the waistband of my briefs. I could swear the son-of-a-bitch winked at me. Oh well. I readjusted my underwear to hide what was obvious and cleared my throat. “What kind of music would you like, Carrie?” I asked with as much dignity as a man with his hard dick poking out of his shorts and his jeans pooled around his ankles can muster. “Something slow and seductive,” was all she said. I kicked my jeans the rest of the way off and just left them in the middle of the living room floor, grabbed the boom box from the kitchen and pulled my favorite downloaded MP3 disk off the shelf. I put it in, pointed my cock at Carrie, and asked her if she was ready. She nodded. I hit play and flopped down on the sofa where my wife was sitting with both breasts on display. Her nipples were harder than I had ever seen them. “OH MY GOD!” my bride screamed as the music started. I laughed so hard my dick worked its way out of my shorts again. Joe Cocker started singing…”Baby, take of your coat….” Mike cheered again as Carrie blushed. I guess everyone knows that song. Carrie began to sway, eventually getting into the rhythm of the song. By the time Joe got to the first chorus, her jeans were falling down below her knees. “You can leave your hat on….” Tom began cheering and applauding and Jessie was screaming “PANTIES! PANTIES!” Carrie happened to be wearing black silk just like Jessie had been. She turned and straddled Tom’s legs, facing him. A picture of her sitting on his face flashed briefly into my mind. When I blinked to clear my eyes she was standing on the couch with her silk covered pussy grinding only inches from her husbands mouth. As she slowly lowered back down she pulled her sweatshirt off and tossed it over her head. The t-shirt she had on underneath was right behind it. I was most impressed the bra matched the panties. She got off the couch and spun to face Jessie and me. I could feel Jessie’s hand making its way into my underwear, but the only thing I could see was Carrie walking over to us, her hips swaying from side to side. Her panties had ridden up so tightly that I could clearly see her lips through them. My mouth dropped open. My wife, the gorgeous blonde, was jacking me off while my neighbor’s wife, the gorgeous redhead, peeled her black bra off and dropped it over my shoulders behind my neck. She pulled my head forward until my face was buried between those beautiful tits. Jessie let go and I could hear both her and Tom laughing. The Ice Maidens I’ve got to admit that Carrie’s tits are definitely bigger than Jessie’s. But my wife’s are still my favorite toys. As Carrie pushed my shoulders back onto the couch I realized that my cock and balls were completely out of my underwear. Oh well. Carrie slowly swayed back over to her husband, playfully pulling the sides of her panties down as she got closer. The top of her ass looked at me over the dropping waistband. Tom leaned forward and placed his hands on her hips and helped her slide them down. She dropped to her knees and ran her face up his leg, pausing to rub her cheek on his cock. I didn’t notice that his dick was hard until I could pull my eyes off of her slit. Juices were gathering on the edges. I saw her hand work it’s way from in front and caress her pussy lips. I felt Jessie begin to pull my briefs down around my thighs and I lifted my hips to let her. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes. Jessie kissed my ear as she stroked my cock. “Better get an eyeful, Loverboy. You’ll never get a show like this again,” she said. I looked at her and she smiled and blew me a kiss. I looked over at Carrie and Tom. Carrie was completely nude now and was looking back at what Jessie was doing to me. There was a huge smile on her face. Jessie dropped her head and began licking my cock. I wanted her to take me into her mouth, but she knew that I’d come the second she did. She just kept licking the shaft, staying well away from the magic spot on the back. I stared as Carrie as she unzipped Tom’s jeans and pulled them to the floor. Either he was going commando or she got his underwear at the same time. His dick sprang out at full attention. Maybe it was because the four of us were naked together, but my cock began to throb. Jessie took me into her mouth and I came instantly. I opened my eyes as Jessie was licking me clean. Carrie was blowing Tom and fingering her slit. I’m still not a hundred percent sure, but I think she had worked one of her fingers into his ass. Jessie leaned back on the couch. “Ready for that breakfast you missed a couple of days ago?” she asked. I guess I was hungry. I started licking her from the thighs in. First running my lips lightly over the small hairs on her inner thighs, and then exhaling softly on her clit. I felt her shiver beneath me. I ran my thumb lightly on the side of her clit and she squeaked softly and came. Payback is hell. I started to lick her pussy lips, slowly up and side and down the other. I ran my finger over the opening between and felt the muscles inside quiver. She sighed loudly. Over the next few minutes I forgot about Tom and Carrie. I was concentrating completely on Jessie and her glorious golden furred pussy. Working my finger into her got the juices dripping down toward her ass. Wondering again if Carrie had finger fucked Tom, I worked my finger around Jessie’s backdoor and then slowly slid it inside. A long and soft “Yes” was all the sound I heard as her thighs began closing on my ears. I kept licking her outer lips and slowly started to move my finger around in her ass. Her thighs began gripping me and I felt her come again. When she relaxed I crawled on top of her. She wrapped her legs around my ass and pulled my dick inside of her. Warm moisture greeted me. I went into her as slowly as I could until I was buried inside her to my full length. She exhaled into my ear for the whole length of the stroke, running out of breath as my pubic hair blended in with hers. I could feel her teeth closing softly on my earlobe and heard her sharp gasp as she took air back into her lungs. I pulled out as slowly as I had pushed in, stopping only when the smallest part of the tip was still inside her, and then slowly pushed back in again. I moved in and out by fraction of a millimeter at a time. Each stroke took fifteen or twenty seconds to go each way. I glanced over at Top and Carrie. They had shifted and he was thrusting into her from behind. I could see his dick, wet with her juices, pushing in and out, in and out, in and out. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Jessie watching them too. I had my dick fully into her and was grinding my pubic bone against hers when I felt her muscles clench again. When she opened her eyes I was looking directly into them from six inches away. I could feel my breath mixing with hers. “This is the most erotic thing I’ve ever done,” she whispered. “Me, too,” I whispered as I kissed her and began thrusting again. I could hear Tom grunting and looked back over at them. He was pounding into Carrie so fast his hips were a blur. I heard her shriek as she came. At almost the same time Tom pulled out and came, thick trails of semen spurting all over Carrie’s back and ass. “Oh God. Come on my belly,” Jessie said. “What?” “I want you to come on me this time. Like Tom just did. Come on me. I want to watch you come.” I began to thrust faster and faster until I felt the tingling begin in my balls. After one last thrust I pulled out and pointed my dick at Jessie’s belly. She reached down with her hand and stroked me once and I began to spurt all over her. She kept stroking with her hand until I stopped and my dick began to soften. “Jesus, that was the most fucking amazing thing I’ve ever seen,” Carrie said. Do you guys get that intense all the time?” My wife pulled my face to hers and kissed me, her tongue swirling deeply into my mouth. I could taste myself on her and feel the warm wetness where our bodies touched the pool of my semen on top of her. As the kiss broke I buried my head into her hair and began whispering how much I loved her into her ear. “Only after watching you two,” I heard her say. After a minute or two my head seemed to clear and I stood up. “I’ll be back in a minute. I’ll go get some towels,” I said as I left the room. When I got to the bathroom I just sat down on the toilet for a minute and shook my head. For the last five years my sex life had been getting more and more vanilla. But in the last three days I had gotten a blowjob from my wife, she had played with my dick almost constantly for two days, I had fucked her like usual once, once in the hallway while watching my neighbors do it in my guest bedroom, and the had the most intense sex of my life with her while watching and being watched by the same two neighbors. I washed my dick off and gathered a few towels and headed back to the living room. When I got there I saw both Jessie and Carrie, still naked and with semen flowing slowly down their respective bodies, jerking off Tom’s half hard dick. All three of them were laughing. “Leave the room for five minutes and I come back to see my wife giving a handjob to the neighbor. Jeez, what’s this world coming too?” They all three looked at me and laughed. “Better go kiss him Carrie or he’ll pout,” Jessie said. Carrie let go of her husband’s cock and walked over to me. I was torn. Do I watch my wife masturbating Tom or do I watch the beautiful naked redhead walk over to me, her hips and breasts swaying slowly from side to side. There are some choices that a man should never have to make. The redhead won. Her pussy made a kind of corkscrew pattern as she came over to me. I momentarily pictured my mouth as a cork and started to giggle. Carrie placed both of her hands on my face and leaned up to kiss me. I could feel her nipples harden as her breasts rubbed softly against my chest and her mouth moved toward mine. I felt the full length of her skin against me. I felt my manhood stir again as her belly and pubic hair brushed it. Her lips felt unbelievably soft as she brushed them against mine, opening her mouth and mine and softly letting her tongue explore mine. I dropped the towels and put both of my arms around her. I felt my little soldier coming to full attention again as she moved her belly against me. I let my hand drop to her butt and rubbed the mounds and slid my finger down toward her opening. I felt more than heard her moan as she pressed fully against me. She finally pulled away and looked at me. “Will that keep you from pouting?” she asked. I couldn’t speak so I just nodded my head. “While you were gone Jessie and I made a bet. I bet her that Tom was done for the night. I don’t think he has another one in him until at least tomorrow morning.” She leaned up and kissed my ear. “If this isn’t okay with you just let me know,” she whispered. “Jessie’s waiting for me to give her some kind of signal.” I looked over at Jessie and Tom on the couch. She had his dick in her hand and was very slowly stroking him. He was definitely up for at least one more round. She was looking at me intensely and there was eagerness written all over her face. I looked back at Carrie. Since the day I met Jessie almost seven years before I hadn’t been within a foot of another woman’s face. “If I say it’s okay do I get you?” Carrie nodded. I thought for half a second, briefly wondering if I could handle the thought of my wife wanting another man. From the way she was rubbing his cock she clearly wanted it inside her, but she was looking at me for my approval. Half a second was all it took. I nodded at her and she smiled. I looked at Carrie. She had the most amazing blue eyes I have ever seen. “After I watch my wife do your husband I’m going to fuck you silly.” Carrie smiled and leaned up to kiss me. “That’s exactly what I was hoping you would say,” she said. I walked over and put a little more bourbon in my glass, then went back over and sat on the couch to watch Jessie in action. My dick was hard again. Carrie walked over and stood in front of me. I could see the wetness between her legs and smell the musky aroma that came from her. She reached down and took a sip of my drink. She handed the glass back to me then sat down beside me, draping one of her legs over mine and opening herself up fully. I heard her sigh as she ran her finger along her opening. I looked back at Jessie and Tom. Jessie was still stroking him with one hand and was leaning on his side to kiss him. I noticed that she was playing with herself with her other hand. I watched as she wormed her way down and finally took his dick in her mouth. As she moved her head slowly and he disappeared into her mouth I was struck by the thought that the position she was in was exactly the same one that we saw Carrie in the other night in the guestroom, right down to working her fingers in and out of herself. “Jesus,” was all I could say. I kept seeing my wife and Carrie in the same position, both of them sucking Tom’s dick. I gulped. “Are you really okay with this?” “No, it’s not that,” I said, speaking before I had a chance to think. “What is it?” “The first night you were here. I’m a light sleeper and I woke up in the middle of the night and thought about pipes freezing. So I got up and went down the hall to turn the water on in the bathroom and the kitchen,” I started. “And you heard Tom and me?” “Not quite.” “What happened?” “Your door wasn’t closed all the way. I saw candles flickering and I was afraid that you guys had fallen asleep and left them burning. I didn’t want a fire, so I peeked through the open door and saw the two of you making love.” Carrie closed her eyes and began fingering herself faster. “Tell me what you saw.” I saw you sucking Tom’s dick and fingering yourself. Just like Jessie’s doing right now. She’s in the exact same position.” “And…” I couldn’t take my eyes off of my wife. I could see Carrie fingering her pussy out of the corner of my eye. “And I went back to bed after that. I didn’t want you two to catch me.” “That’s a shame. You could have seen a lot more,” she said as two fingers slid inside. “Well, I kind of did.” “What do you mean?” “Jessie woke up when I got back in bed. I told her what I saw and she had to go look.” Carrie smiled. “So she saw us making love?” Jessie got up and straddled Tom’s face, lowering her pussy to his reaching tongue. He put his hands on her backside to support her and began to lick her pussy. “I tried to talk her out of it, but she had to go look.” I noticed that Carrie’s breathing was getting heavier and a third finger disappeared. I reached down and began to stroke myself, moving very slowly. After all, I didn’t want to come on Carrie before I even got into her. “I waited a couple of minutes thinking she’d come right back. When she didn’t I went out into the hall to see if you two had caught her. She was bent over looking through the opening in the door. I went to join her and I saw you lowering yourself onto Tom.” Carrie bit her bottom lip softly and moaned. “We watched the two of you for a few minutes. Finally I moved Jessie over so that I could look over her at the two of you. I fucked her from behind right there. I stood in your doorway watching you with your husband and I fucked my wife in the hallway right outside. I still can’t believe you didn’t hear us when we came.” I felt Carrie’s leg spasm and I think she came right then. I know that she pulled her fingers out of her pussy and began to softly twirl them around her nipples. Jessie had gotten off of Tom and was walking over to the big overstuffed chair right beside the fireplace. She sat in the chair and draped a leg over each arm. I could see her opening stretched wide. She looked over at me and smiled. “Come on over here, Tom. I want you to take me right here where my husband can see us better. And when you come, I want you to pull out and come on me just like he did.” Tom went over to the chair and knelt between Jessie’s legs. I could see his dick clearly as it began to enter her. I saw Jessie’s muscles clench slightly as he began to thrust. She kept her legs wide open and looked at me. She reached up and began to caress and squeeze her breasts. He was moving very slowly and I could hear Jessie’s sharp breathing get faster. “Do you like watching your wife fuck my husband?” I nodded, unable to take my eyes off Jessie’s filled pussy. Tom’s dick was slick and he began to move a little faster. “I’ve always wanted to watch Tom with another woman. I never thought I’d have the chance, but it’s been one of my fantasies.” I looked at Carrie as she closed her eyes and pinched her nipples. After a few seconds she turned her head and began watching Jessie and Tom again. “Isn’t this the most erotic thing you ever saw?” she asked. My mouth was completely dry. I licked my lips and croaked out a “yes.” I heard Jessie begin to groan. I looked at her again and saw that as Tom was plunging in and out of her she was fingering her clit. Tom pulled out and came, spurting up onto her breasts and belly. I watched as his semen mixed with mine on my wife’s skin. I saw a bead of sweat run down his chest and drop onto her curls. He pulled away from her and sat on the floor, leaning his head back into my naked wife’s lap. I wasn’t sure if it was sweat or her juices that covered his face. I realized that it really didn’t matter. I was staring at Jessie as she opened her eyes. She smiled at me and mouthed “Thank you.” I felt Carrie’s leg leave mine and looked at her. I watched her hand take my dick and she laid her head on my leg only a few inches away from it. “I love to look at a man,” she said. “Sometimes I make Tom take his clothes off and just masturbate for me.” She reached out with her tongue and licked a drop of precum off of me. I felt a shiver move from my balls all the way up my spine. I had never told Jessie, but I was a virgin when I slept with her for the first time. So I have never had another woman’s tongue on me. Hey, I wasn’t keeping anything from her, she just never asked. Carrie ran her tongue up and down the side. She began to give my cock a tongue bath. “Mmmmm,” she mumbled. “You taste good Jessie.” She took her mouth off my dick and looked at her. “You going to let me try you straight later?” Jessie just closed her eyes and nodded. “Good,” Carrie said as she went back to her lollipop. I noticed that Jessie dropped her hand into her lap. Carrie was very good. She could tell exactly when to shift to something else to keep me from coming. She would swirl her tongue around the tip and underneath, teasing the nerves but not quite doing enough to make me come. She pulled away and lay down on the floor with her head in her husband’s lap. She smiled and just raised her hand and called me over to her with a crooked finger. Who was I to refuse a lady’s every wish? As I got off the couch I winked at my smiling wife. She winked back. I buried my head in those glorious red curls and began licking for all I was worth. After a few seconds of that I stopped and pulled back. I think I discovered that redheads taste different than blondes, but it was like comparing two different flavors of doughnuts. Both tasted pretty damn good. I remember reading somewhere that about one-third of all humans have a genetic quirk: they can roll their tongue. For those men out there who can’t do this, well, your wife is missing a treat. I heard Jessie shout “Yes. Carrie, you are gonna LOVE this!” as I stuck out my tongue and rolled it up. I slid my rolled tongue into Carrie’s wet snatch and began to fuck her with it. After a minute or two I pulled out and relaxed it a little. Then I moved up an inch or so, rolled it around her erect little clit, and began to push softly. Jessie once told me that it was the only time a woman had any idea what sex was like for a man. Carrie’s clit was completely surrounded by my warm tongue. As I moved my head slightly it was just like her clit was moving in and out of me. She screamed as she came. In the background I could hear my wife going “Wooof, woooof,” like Arsenio Hall used to do when he had a midnight talk show. When Carrie relaxed I rolled her over on her stomach, spread her legs with my hands, and took her from behind. I moved quickly at the start, slowing down when I felt Carrie’s muscles begin to clench my dick. After a few thrusts I stopped completely, letting myself twitch inside her. What happened next was a complete surprise for both of us. I pulled back out, intending to thrust deep inside her with one quick motion. Jessie loves it when I’ve done that to her from this position. I guess Carrie moved a little and I didn’t notice. I missed. Instead of hitting the opening to her love tunnel, I knocked at the back door. All of a sudden the door opened and I came in for a social call. Now I have never really had a thing for anal sex. Jessie and I experimented once, right after we were married. It seemed to hurt her so I stopped. We never even talked about it again. I don’t know if Carrie and Tom ever did the dirty there or not. Maybe there was just enough lubrication from all the juices she had produced so that it worked. I really don’t know. All I know is that I was fucking Carrie in the ass while her husband and my wife watched. Carrie lifted her hips slightly and I slipped in half way. I could feel her sphincter clenching around my dick. I began to move slowly in and out. I was watching her intensely, trying to decide if she was feeling any pain. The moans I heard concerned me a second or two. Then Carrie began to move back and grind into me. I was going in deeper. I have never felt a woman’s butt push against me that way before. We began to move toward each other in a quest to get my dick even deeper into her ass. I’m a little ashamed to admit it, but at that moment I forgot completely about my wife and Carrie’s husband. All I could think about was the fact that I was fucking a woman I was not married to. And I was fucking her in the ass. I saw Carrie’s hand snake underneath her pelvis and I felt her begin to finger her pussy. I began to move into her ass with a speed I never thought a woman could take. Carrie was making small sounds that eventually moved into shrieks. The Ice Maidens I felt the tingling begin again in my balls and knew that it was time. Since my wife seemed to get a kick out of it, I pulled my cock out of Carrie’s ass and came. There was one spurt which shot about half way up her back and then some dribbles which marked a trail from her spine to her asshole. I guess I got lucky. She came at the same time. We collapsed in a pile, me on top of her. I rolled off onto the floor. I opened my eyes and looked at Jessie. She had her eyes closed, her head thrown back against the back of the chair, and she was fucking herself with three fingers of her right hand. Her left hand had two fingers buried deeply in her ass. Tom was completely erect again and was pounding himself furiously. I watched as he came, the white fluid spurting onto his chest. I looked at Carrie. She was lying on her stomach and was looking at me. She was smiling. We were too tired that night for anything else. The four of us kind of oozed upstairs and flopped down in the bed in the room I share with Jessie. I woke up the next morning before anyone else and went down to the kitchen to wash the remains of the night before off of my body. After heating the water on the camp stove and washing girl juice (and some boy juice) off of me, I fixed a pot of coffee and went back upstairs to wake my best friend and my neighbors. I opened the door and saw a redhead eating a blonde. That’s right. Carrie had her head between Jessie’s legs and was having lunch down at the Y. Tom was still asleep, his arm thrown over his eyes. I couldn’t help myself; I walked over and sat on the floor, my face only a foot or so from Carrie’s flicking tongue. She paused for a minute and looked over at me. I thought of Virgo and his cream again. “Don’t mind me,” I said. “I’m hoping to learn a few tricks here. Feel like teaching a willing student?” Carrie leaned over and kissed me deeply. There was a very familiar taste on her tongue. “Hey. You’re supposed to be kissing me, not that oaf I married,” Jessie said. “Holy shit. I wish I had a camera right now,” Tom said. I guess all the noise woke him up. “Do you ladies mind if Tom snaps a few pictures?” I asked. “I don’t if she doesn’t,” Carrie said with a giggle. “It wouldn’t be the first time Tom’s taken pictures of me without my clothes on.” I looked over at Tom and he was smiling. “I’ll show you mine if you’ll show me yours,” I said to him. “It’s not like Jessie could object too much at this point.” “Some of them are even pretty good, Tom,” she said. “Do you have a camera?” “Ladies, pardon me a moment.” I got up and literally ran into the study, pulled out the digital and ran back. “Remember that I get copies,” I said as I handed it to him. Jessie tapped Carrie on the head. “You want to get back at it down there? I’m getting lonely.” Carrie got back to work. I shook my head. Blowjobs, watching my wife masturbating, molesting her several times a day, fucking my neighbor’s wife, and now getting pictures made of two women going after it. God, I love ice storms. Tom moved around and got pictures of Carrie helping herself to my wife’s best breakfast from every conceivable angle. He even found a few angles I thought were impossible. At one point his erect dick was only an inch or so from Jessie’s face. I guess she was hungry, too. Fortunately, I had the common sense to grab the camera before Tom dropped it on the floor. I got photos of him fucking Jessie’s face as well as both women eating each other out. When Carrie came, she suggested that we shoot the girls sharing Tom. After they both sucked him dry I tapped him on the shoulder and handed him the camera. He got me fucking both women. The one I like best is Carrie sitting on my face and Jessie riding my cock. The girls are kissing each other and fondling each other’s breasts. I printed that one out and keep it in my nightstand drawer as a memento of the occasion. Right under Jessie’s black silk panties. I was almost sorry when the power came back on two days later. At least the house was toasty warm for Wednesday night and we had plenty of light to see by. It took almost a month for Tom and Carrie to get their bedroom rebuilt. They had to stay with us most of that time. Oh well. The hot tub was delivered right after that. The first time we all got in it was snowing lightly. There’s nothing quite like having a light snow fall on your shoulders as you fuck your wife in a hot tub. Your top half is freezing but your bottom is boiling. And snowflakes look great on a woman’s nipples. Especially when those nipples belong to your neighbor’s wife and you’re inside her. And it’s even better when her husband is looking at the snowflakes on your wife’s chest as he fucks her. I haven’t had so much trouble sleeping lately. A little tired, I guess.