5 comments/ 89207 views/ 5 favorites Bridge of Sighs Ch. 01 By: johngalt47 Linda Adair was wonderful-soft-gorgeous-intelligent-warm and she loved me. We met at a frat party my Junior year. She was there with a group of her sorority sisters. They were from a different college in town, but on the female-deficient Tech campus they were always welcome. We talked all night. Shortly we were an item. After we both graduated the following year, we moved into an apartment together. That November Linda had the flu and was prescribed a strong antibiotic. On January 3rd when I walked in she met me and pulled me to sit beside her on the couch. She looked like she had been crying. "Jack, I'm pregnant." "Are you sure? I thought you were on the pill? What happ -?" I realized that I had started badly and I paused. "Linda, I love you." "You know those instruction sheets with the long lists of side effects that they give you with prescriptions?" I nodded. "At the bottom of the Cipro sheet it says: 'may make oral contraceptives ineffective.' I didn't read it." Her lip was trembling. "You're the best thing that ever happened to me. Marry me, please?" I slipped to the floor in front of her on one knee. We had talked around this issue and I had been thinking about a romantic getaway over Valentine's. Now this would have to do. "Really! Oh, Jack!" She flung her arms around my neck and squeezed her body to mine. We arranged a small wedding at a nearby church for the first week in February. The honeymoon in Jamaica was cancelled after two days. Linda's morning sickness lasted most of the day and exhausted her. We went back to the apartment and she slept the rest of the week. The first week in March I practically skipped home. "Linda!" I grabbed her and swung her around. "I've been promoted! I'm the Southeastern Regional Support Manager." "Oh, Jack, that's wonderful. Tell me about it." "I'll be supervising the field support teams here in Atlanta, in Mobile, Baton Rouge, Tallahassee and Miami. Of course I'll have to travel to those places some, but I got a big raise." "You'll be away with the baby coming?" "It'll just be a couple of days a week and they already said that I could stay in town when the time is close. With the raise we'll be able to buy a house for us and the baby." We went house shopping the next two weekends and before the end of April we were moving into one of the new McMansions in the suburbs of Atlanta just north of the Buckhead area where my office was. The house next to ours was occupied by a couple about four years older than us and so far childless. Frank and Becky were friendly and outgoing. Since Linda was past her morning sickness, we went out with them or shared a barbecue almost every weekend. I was in Tallahassee in late June when my cell phone buzzed. "Is this Mr. Jack Williams?" An efficient voice that I'd never heard was on the other end. "Yes. Can I help you?" "Mr. Williams, this is Northside Hospital. Your wife has been admitted with complications from her pregnancy." "What's wrong? Tell me what's happening!" "I'm sorry. I don't know any more." "Tell her I'll be there as soon as possible. Is there a number to call?" I found out the next flight back to Atlanta was in less than an hour. I left my motel key with the office secretary and had one of my guys drive me to the airport. In about three hours I was at the hospital talking to the doctor. "I'm sorry, Mr. Williams. Your wife had an ectopic pregnancy. We saved her but the fetus died." "We can always have more children," I said. "Mr. Williams, I am sorry, but that's not possible. When the Fallopian tube burst, a large portion of the uterus tore also. Your wife can't have any more children." I took her home two days later and spent the next week with her, using up all my vacation. Linda was very depressed. Losing a new life is bad enough but never being able to have any more makes it ten times worse. We went to two counseling sessions but Linda refused to go to a third. "Jack, it just rubs everything that's raw right now." "Honey, it's natural to be depressed. The counselor will be able to help you through this. Do you want to go without me? Do you need to say things that you're afraid I might take wrong?" "I don't need to say anything at all! I don't want a stranger telling me how I feel! I'M NOT GOING BACK!" She shouted at me and ran to our bedroom slamming the door behind her. It was six weeks before we could make love again. When it was over she cried. "I wanted us to be a normal, happy family and now I've ruined everything." "Babe, it's not your fault. These things happen. Now we'll get to adopt a child that isn't being loved by anyone and give him all the love that he needs." "I wanted our own child." She cried herself to sleep. I traveled as little as possible but summer was the busiest time and I was gone two or three days a week. After Labor Day I had to resume a normal schedule. Linda was still depressed but as fall progressed, she seemed to come around. Things, including our sex life, got back to normal. On a rare week I did no traveling, but that didn't stop the paperwork. The first Wednesday in November I was sitting in front of the TV trying to finish a report on my laptop. When the phone rang, Linda picked it up. "Honey," she began after the call was over, "do you mind if I go over to Becky's? I can see that you're tied up for a while." "Nah. Go ahead. I'll probably spend all evening on this." I really wanted her presence, but I didn't want to be selfish. I had just closed up the laptop about 11 o'clock and was fixing a short cognac when she came back home. "I'm baaaack." She did a bad Arnold impersonation and then leaned over to kiss me. I savored the softness of her lips and inhaled the sweetness of her smell. It was fresh, like she'd just gotten out of the shower. It was wonderful how she could go all day and still have such a great scent. That week on Friday Linda called me at work. "Come straight home. We're going to dinner with Frank and Becky and then hit some clubs." "I'll be there, babe." Linda was already dressed when I got home. Frank and Becky were in the den talking and enjoying a pre-drinks drink. I dashed through a shower and into the clothes that Linda had laid out. Then the four of us went out. I'm a tall, lanky guy: 6'4" and a little over 200 pounds. Linda is tall for a woman at 5'7" but Becky is even taller, 5'9" maybe 5'10", and with the three-inch heels she had on, she could grind her ass into my crotch on the dance floor. Which she had been doing for about five minutes now. I'm sure she could tell the effect her dancing was having and I tried to back off. "Hey, don't leave me," she giggled looking over her shoulder right into my eyes. When she backed up, my hard-on nestled right between her cheeks. Her breath brought the tang of lime and tequila from the third margarita she had downed. "It's a compliment to a girl when a guy reacts." "I'm not sure Linda would want me passing out those compliments." "Hey! We enjoy a little teasing. Just look at Linda and Frank. But tonight we'll be hot for our hubbys. It affects us, too." I looked around for my wife. She was grinding on Frank and he didn't look like he was backing away. "You can participate, too. See how Frank is holding Linda." Becky's spicy perfume, aided by the heat of the dance floor, circled my head. The two scotches I had killed made me see the logic in her argument. My hands moved to her waist. Becky did a twisting move and suddenly my hands were on her flat tummy. Then she shimmied and her breasts, barely constrained by a bra, were sliding over the backs of my hands. My hands became super-sensitive where her breasts touched, as if the shadows that her breasts cast were printing themselves on my hands. Before she shimmied I thought my prick was completely hard, but now it seemed to swell even bigger. A tingle shot through my balls and for an instant I believed that I might come in my pants. "Oooh! Linda is really going to enjoy the results tonight," Becky breathed in my ear rubbing my hard-on with her ass cheeks. "You really want it there?" I decided that two could play and gave a short thrust against her. "Do you like it doggy style," I whispered in her ear. "Or maybe in a tighter place back here." I rubbed against her vertically now. "Maybe I swing either way," she replied licking my earlobe. We switched partners several times during the evening, but whenever I was dancing, I had a willing female rubbing soft, exciting flesh against me. "Becky was teasing you something bad, tonight, wasn't she? Oooooh god, that's so good." I was tonguing Linda's right nipple and she was giving me a running commentary on the evening. "When I saw her doing that, I decided that two could play that game and I rubbed against Frank. His thing was in the wrong position. He had to reach down and adjust it when it started to grow." She giggled. She does that often when we are making love. I didn't know whether it was the memory or the bite that I had just administered to her left nipple. Linda's breasts weren't huge, but they were more than a mouthful. And sensitive. The first orgasm that I gave her was on our third date in the front seat of my car. I had been teasing her nipples for several minutes while we kissed. I was just getting ready to try for a warmer treat when she shuddered and slumped my arms. I was surprised, but then I looked at her and realized what must have happened. "Every time I backed against him, I tried to catch it between my cheeks. But I really turned around so I could watch you and Becky. God, you two were so sexy. My big, strong husband with that tan, blond goddess. I was right on the verge of coming all night long seeing you two dancing so close." I slid downward. My lips kissed the copper fur of her landing strip, which she trimmed for her bikini. I slipped my tongue between her pussy lips and dragged it past her clit down to the bottom. Then I continued south to lick and nibble her thighs. Linda always dabbed perfume there for me. Tonight the fragrance was new, a spiciness that contrasted with the tanginess of her lubrication. "I thought you two were going to fuck right there in front of God and everybody. Jack, that is so good. You are the best tongue in the land." I was gently whisking my tongue back and forth over her clit. I was so light that I wouldn't have torn a piece of tissue paper. I really enjoyed starting this way. I knew that shortly Linda would grab my hair and pull my head so that my tongue would be rougher. "Have you ever seen other people do it? I mean in real life, not on those porno's we watch sometimes? " I was sure she didn't want me to answer. "I saw Joan and her boyfriend once. You remember, my freshman roommate, you met her at one of my sorority parties. We were just away from home and hadn't figured out all the ways of college life. I had left a party early because I had drunk too much and hadn't met anybody interesting. -- Oooh, sooo good! -- I had drifted off to sleep, but she came in with a boy and they started making out on her bed, trying to be quiet. I was being as still as possible to keep from embarrassing them. She was somewhat of a slut and soon her blouse and bra were on the floor. When she began moaning, I opened my eyes just barely to see what was going on. -- God that feels great! A little firmer, hon." Linda pressed against the back of my head. I increased both the pressure and speed of my lingual caresses. I also lifted her knees and her legs fell wide open. I inserted my thumb in her pussy. Between her excitement and my lapping, all the skin between her legs was wet and slippery. I pulled my thumb out and inserted two fingers. My thumb slid down to glide over the skin between pussy and ass. She shivered. I almost went further down, but before when I had tried, Linda complained and it ruined the mood. "Oooooh! -- The boy was sucking at her nipples and then I saw that he was pushing her slacks and panties down. He scrunched down in the bed and started moving his head between her legs. The moaning got louder. I guess by that time Joan didn't care if I heard. I couldn't help myself. I put a finger on my clit and moved it in time with his head. After a few minutes he got up on his knees. His thing was standing straight out. He shuffled up beside her head. She pulled the end down and began sucking the head and jacking the shaft." "'Give me the rubber', I heard Joan whisper. -- Jack, right there!" She pulled my head hard against her slit. "Then Joan was unrolling the rubber down his thing. He shuffled back down and got between her legs. He started slow and I was surprised at how awkward they both were at the beginning but then they got in sync. When they got rhythm, I got rhythm again on my clit. I was breathing so loud, but they were noisier. Maybe Joan wanted me to hear, to watch. I don't know. But I did watch eyes wide open. Joan moaned loudly, gasping and grunting when she came. She bucked up high, almost throwing him off. I saw her nipples standing out above her breasts, which were swollen and flushed in excitement. It was so erotic; I came right after. I buried my face in my pillow to be quiet. I'm going to come remembering it." "More! More!" Linda pushed her hips hard into my face. "Unh, unh, uuuuunnnnh!" The walls of her pussy vibrated. Hers hips gyrated briefly and then collapsed back to the bed. "Hurry, put it in me. Now!" Her wish was my command. Afterwards she lay next to me with her head on my chest. "That was good. I was so hot from watching you and Becky tonight. I'd like to watch another couple go at it again. In person. How about you?" "Yeah, it would be exciting," I replied. "But, unless we go to Europe, I don't think they do things like that around here." "You'd be surprised. Becky told me that they'd done it in front of another couple. Of course the other couple was doing it too. They just watched each other." "Oh, ho! So you'd like to watch Frank and Becky." "Well, I told you that I thought she was beautiful and hot and although Frank is not as well-proportioned as you, he's not half bad." "Have you already arranged something?" This was sounding like a setup. "Well, we agreed to go over there for a cook-out tomorrow. Becky and I talked about my experience and their experience before, so I thought if something happens ..." She let it trail away in her please-do-this-for-me voice. "I don't know. I'm shy around women, especially the first time I see them naked. I might have to drink a lot and then performance ..." I waggled my hand and let it flop from the wrist. "I know how to fix that." She curled around and took me soft into her mouth. I began to expand. I felt her tongue massaging me but the eroticism was enhanced by the fact that she tasted both our juices. She only occasionally let me come in her mouth and she never wanted to kiss me after I had gone down on her. But here she was washing me with her mouth. And, god, was she hot! Even though I had just come, not three minutes later I spurted and she swallowed. The barbecue started off as usual with drinks on their deck and chitchat in the warm fall air. I was nervous but the other three acted as if nothing unusual was planned for later. During my second drink I finally relaxed. By the time we were chatting over dinner, I was floating pleasantly on the currents of conviviality. After dinner we sat in the den. The girls were starting on their third pitcher of margaritas and I was on my fourth scotch. "Let's dance," Becky said. She bolted to their entertainment center and dropped several CD's on the changer. Frank and I grabbed the coffee table and moved it over against the curtain in front of the sliding doors to the deck. When Frank straightened up I saw that the table caused the curtains to gap open slightly. I reached over and closed the gap. As I moved back I thought of the ridiculousness of the adjustment. Here the four of us were going to get naked and watch each other screw, and I was worried about an imaginary Peeping Tom. Even though I kicked off my shoes, the carpet felt as if it were quicksand around my feet. Frank also seemed rooted to one spot. The girls, however, bounced around the room like pinballs. First Linda was rubbing her chest against me. Then Becky was grinding her ass into my crotch. Linda was back humping my leg. Becky slid her breasts across my back and slithered around to give me a full body rub. "Honey, I'm hot." Becky was back with Frank and complaining to him. He reached down grabbing the hem of her shirt. In one smooth motion it came over her head and dropped behind him on the couch. Her bra wasn't transparent, but I thought I could see the dark circles around her nipples. "I am, too." Linda was rubbing my dick with her ass, but she turned to face me. This was good because she was wearing a self-bra tank top. "Babe, if you're hot maybe we ought to rest for a few minutes." "Nah. I wanna keep danshing." She raised her arms in the air and jiggled in place waiting for me to do something. I grabbed her tank top and removed it. Her normally soft, pink nipples were dark red nubs spiking above her flushed skin. She dragged them back and forth across my chest. "You're overdresshed." Linda pulled my shirt off and turned around. Frank's eyes popped so far out, I thought they would roll onto the floor. "I wanna be cool like Linda." Becky let Frank unhook her bra. As it slid down her arms, a flick of the wrist sailed it in front of the fireplace. The next thing I felt were Becky's nipples as her full boobs swung back and forth like pendulums across my chest. I felt gooseflesh form. "Sensitive?" Becky backed off and then moved forward to swing her boobs across me again. She twirled around and leaned back into me. I looked over her shoulder surprised to see Linda just a step away from her with Frank right behind. "Too many clothes," Becky stated. Linda's hands appeared at the snap to Becky's shorts. Pop! Zip! The shorts dropped southward. Nylon panties rubbed across my slacks and caught my bulge in a soft valley. Becky twirled again. "Now you." She unbuttoned my shorts and pushed them down along with my boxers. I almost tripped but managed to step out without doing a face plant. Nylon rubbed the tip of my dick and then departed. Linda appeared in front of me. Her shorts were gone and her white thong let her ass cheeks tease my dick. "Drop the panties," she commanded as she pivoted to face me. I pushed the strings down her hips but she was a step away and the angle was wrong. The wisp of material caught below her ass in back and exposed the top of her pubic hair in front. She grabbed my dick and moved closer, brushing the tip through her short hairs. I felt like I was about to come. "Ah, ah. Not yet," she whispered. She squeezed the base of my cock. My urge subsided. I stepped closer to her and finally pushed the thong down far enough for it to drop to the floor. Linda used a toe to flip the panties over by Becky's bra. Then she spun away from me as the music changed. A slow song started playing and Becky molded her nude body to mine. Her arms were around my neck and mine slid around her waist, my hands resting in the small of her back. I heard a giggle from across the room and looked up to see Frank caressing Linda's ass. In my alcohol-befuddled state I let my hands slide lower on Becky while I wondered if we were switching partners instead of just watching. Linda is slender. Becky, while not fat is definitely more rounded and her lower cheeks easily filled my hands. Another giggle and I looked to see that Frank's middle finger was between Linda's cheeks. From my view I couldn't be sure, but it was probably probing her tight rosebud. I flushed as the excitement of seeing a man probing my wife's ass warred with the jealousy of seeing a man probing my wife's ass. Bridge of Sighs Ch. 01 Becky moaned as I probed her. "Oooh, Jack. You're making me soooo wet." Another slow song started. Becky slid out of my left arm as Linda slid into my right. I pulled Linda tight against me but a sudden noise from the couch caused us to look around. Frank was sitting on the couch where Becky had obviously pushed him. She was just beginning to straddle him. Linda looked over my shoulder and directed me into an armchair facing the couch. I sat down and Linda knelt between my legs. As she licked the head of my dick and jacked the base, I watched Frank and Becky. Becky was kneeling above Frank pulling his mouth to one of her breasts. Linda stood up and turned around. She backed down onto me, splitting her pussy with my dick. After two tries, she was fully impaled and leaned back against me. "Look at her back. So sexy the way it's shaped and nips in at her waist. And look at that big stick just waving around in the air." Linda paused and moved her legs out over the arms of our chair and placed a hand between her legs. I slid my hands under her ass and could now lift her up and down easily. "Oh, god, wow! Look at that big thing split that pink center." It didn't look any larger than mine, but now was not the time for discussion. I started moving Linda up and down. "That's soooo hot! What a great ass. And see her asshole winks at us on every stroke." Linda was now moving in rhythm with Frank and Becky. Her fingers caressed my shaft occasionally as they stroked her wet center. I saw Frank pull something from between the cushions on the couch. I saw him unscrew the top of the tube and squeeze something out. As he began to rub Becky's ass, I realized it was lubricant. I felt a surge in my groin as I thought I might see him take her anally. Frank reached between the cushions again and pulled out something that glinted silver. "He's going to put the Silver Sigh in her ass." Linda giggled as she rubbed her clit faster. Becky paused in mid-air. The single light in the room was positioned perfectly so that I could see everything that happened next. Frank slowly slid the cigar-sized vibrator into Becky's back hole. He pushed it in and out twice. Then Becky resumed her vertical rhythm. Frank's stationary hand kept the Silver Sigh moving in Becky's backside like his cock was moving in her pussy. "Ooooh, myyyyy." Becky's moans were faint but distinct. "Hear her," Linda whispered to me. "That throaty moan turns me on." "And seeing that thing in her ass. God! My pussy is drooling." In fact I could hear myself slipping wetly in and out. I began to increase the speed of our coupling. I felt Linda's ass muscles flexing in my hands as she went up and down. "No! Don't do that!" My hope of expanding our love repertoire was dashed as my fingertip retreated from Linda's rosebud. "I'm getting close. Faster!" Linda sped up her bouncing and I felt my come start to rise in response to her commands. "Now! NOW!!" Linda's pussy grabbed my cock and pulled my come up into her. "Unh, unh, uuuuunnnnh!" I looked over at Frank and Becky. They had stopped moving and Becky was collapsed like a rag doll. The Silver Sigh was still in Becky's ass although no longer held there by Frank. I could see juices shiny on Becky's thighs. We slipped into our shorts and Linda pulled on her tank top. Everything else I bundled up and we sprinted through the brisk air from their back door to ours. We just stripped off and crawled into bed nude and raunchy. "That was soooo hot. Thank you." Linda was squirming her body against me as she licked and nibbled at my neck and chest. "Thank you, thank you, thank you." Each phrase was separated by a kiss lower down my body. "Thank you." The final kiss was on my penis as she grasped it and began to jerk it. As it began to straighten out she took the end in her mouth. After wetting it thoroughly, she began to stroke my cock again while licking the dried juices from the base and my balls. "Your drumstick tastes so good," Linda moaned and resumed licking. "Turn around," I commanded. As I began licking between her legs I analyzed the flavors. I had never eaten her after sex. I could taste her slickness and my sharper, stickier consistency. "Oooooh, so good," she groaned as her hips circled around my face. Talk subsided as wet, squishy, slurpy sounds filled the room. Linda came first after I had tongued her for about five minutes. As soon as her tremors dwindled away, she returned to my cock. Now able to give it her full attention without distractions, she quickly brought me to climax, swallowing every last drop. She snuggled up under my arm and we went to sleep. Bridge of Sighs Ch. 02 My travels resumed with a vengeance. The following Friday I returned to find Linda having her period. Uncomfortable and irritable, she invoked the "if I can't have it, neither can you" model of familial relations. I flew off again. She picked me up at the Marta station the next Friday. "Jack, you don't look too good." "It must have been the lunch I ate. I've been feeling worse all afternoon." When we got home Linda read 101.5 degrees off the thermometer. I crawled into bed and was dead to the world for the next two days. Sunday afternoon I was still queasy but recovering. I was supposed to be in Baton Rouge for a meeting on Monday morning. I packed and decided to drive myself to the airport. Before I got to I-285 I realized that I had left my briefcase. I parked in front of the house and ran up the walk. As I entered the house I heard Linda talking on the phone in the kitchen. "Let me finish cleaning the house and I'll be over. With Jack sick all weekend, I've been stuck inside but not stuck inside if you get my meaning. I need a little extra relaxation." "Hey, honey," I called out. "Forgot my briefcase." I grabbed it from where I'd left it by the stairs. "Call you when I get there." I kissed her goodbye again. "Call me on my cell," she replied. "Becky invited me over for a late afternoon snack with them." "OK," I replied. Seven hours later I was finally in my motel room. I was hungry. Although it was only 7PM in Baton Rouge, it was 8PM in Atlanta. I needed to call Linda before I went to eat. She was probably worried about me. "Hi ... honey," she answered her cell. "Hi, Linda. Wow! What a rough time getting here." "Really ... Bad?" Linda sounded funny, somewhat spacey. "Yeah. The flight was delayed, and finally cancelled. I had to fly to New Orleans, then rent –" "Ooooohhh. Right there. Yes!" "Linda, are you okay? You sound sort of strange." "I – I – I'm fiiiiine. Becky's giving me a foooooot massage. You need to learn how to do me this way. Yes! Yes! Ooooh, god. What were you saying?" "I had to rent a car in New Orleans and drive up here. That's why I'm so late." "Ooooh. ... That's tooooo bad." "Look, I haven't had anything to eat since I left. I hate to not talk any longer, but I'm feeling a lot better and I'm really hungry." "That's okaaaaay. Baby, why don't you run along. I'm fine and I'm ... glad ... you're feeling better. This massage is making me feel reeaal gooooood, toooooo." "I'll call tomorrow night." "Yessssss. Yesssss! You do that." I thought I heard her giggle as I hung up. The next weekend was normal. However, Monday evening I caught the late flight to Baton Rouge. On Tuesday a working lunch and dinner put me on the last puddle jumper to New Orleans and then over to Mobile. Puddle jumper is a benign term for a noisy, vibrating, cramped torture rack of an airplane. Wednesday's schedule was similar, putting me in Tallahassee about midnight. Thursday was work until late and Friday until after six as my team and I hacked out a new proposal. I got off the plane in Atlanta at 8PM almost dead. Linda met me. When we got home she warmed my dinner while I mixed a stiff scotch. Afterwards, a second stiff scotch put me to bed. Just before I dozed off, Linda climbed into bed also. "Honey, we're going out to dinner with Becky and Frank tomorrow. Maybe, we'll play some more games." "Uh-huh," as I fell asleep. The honey-do list took up Saturday. About 5PM I was putting away tools and cleaning up when Linda appeared, wearing only a bra and panties. "Jack, you need to go get cleaned up. We're going out about six-ish." We both knew that I would only need about 20 minutes to get ready, if I were slow. The reminder was a simple female control mechanism over the social graces. We were seated middle-class style, boy-girl-boy-girl, around a four-person table in a trendy, upscale restaurant. Sipping coffee, the women were indulgently letting the conversation go briefly to the Hawks. "I don't know how much longer they'll keep Lenny if the numbers don't improve," Frank opined. "But the front office traded away everybody over the summer. Shouldn't they take some blame?" I had met Lenny once and shook his hand. We were buds. The wives were now leaning forward talking under their husbands' conversation. "Well, that's true, but he's still ..." Frank's words dropped into background noise as a feminine hand rested on my knee. Given the knee and the direction of the hand it was Becky's. Frank's voice droned on as Linda's hand claimed my other knee and stroked up my thigh. Her hand slipped off one thigh and slid to the other where it found Becky's fingers. I held my breath waiting for some startled response. Instead, she pushed Becky's hand higher on my leg. "Don't you think so, Jack?" Frank looked at me expectantly. "Well, I'm not sure, but you could be right." We were back in Frank and Becky's den and dance music was playing. I was nursing a scotch while sitting on the couch. Becky bumped and jiggled and spun in time to the music as she slowly came back from the CD changer. She was wearing a black, shimmery dress. It fitted her snugly above the waist but flared out fully below and stopped about halfway down her thighs. With every twist the skirt twirled up giving me flashes of red panties above those slender, tanned legs. "Party time." Becky grabbed one of my hands and pulled me off the sofa. She maneuvered me to the middle of the room and spun around backing up against me. By now my hands automatically went to her waist. I alternately stroked her tummy and up and down her sides. "I'm beginning to feel warm. Why don't you unzip me?" I pulled the zipper down a little and then back up a little in time to the music. I was into the party spirit tonight. Becky laughed deep in her throat as the zipper slowly moved to her waist. "Teasing me," she asked as she backed up against my semi-hard cock. "Just getting you back for tonight at dinner." "You mean when I squeezed your little head?" She danced away towards Frank. Linda moved to me. "Having fun?" "Well, when your wife puts another woman's hand on your cock, it is a pleasant surprise." Linda's blouse was unbuttoned to her waist and her front-hooking bra was also open. It looked like somebody had been pinching her nipples. "You seem to be having fun, too." "Sauce for both, right?" She grinned. She twirled around and backed up against me. "Take off my blouse and bra." When the song changed, the partners did too. Becky had lost her dress. Her red bra and panties contrasted nicely with her skin. "Linda's ahead of me. I wanna catch up." "I'll be happy to help you get the lead." I decided to do this backwards. I knelt and pulled down her panties. She stepped closer to help me. Stepping out of them, she ended up inches away. I was staring at her sparse, trimmed bush. She surprised me with a bump and grind that caught my nose in her lips. "Want to put it in?" She laughed again from deep in her throat. As I stood, my hands caressed all the way up her legs. The world contracted to this luscious body in front of me. "I'd put it anywhere you want it, any way you want it." "I want ... my bra off." I stepped against her as I reached for the hooks in back. Shortly, the bra skimmed away. She rose up on her toes to whisper in my ear. "I want it everywhere you can put it. First I'm going to taste you and savor your pre-cum. Then, I'm going to pull you deep into my pussy and massage your cock 'till you explode. Maybe later I'll let you shove it in my ass and make me scream." Becky slipped a hand down to my belt. Shortly that hand was teasing my cock through my boxers. Her other hand was unbuttoning my shirt. As the shirt opened, she began nibbling and licking my chest. I closed my eyes and floated on a sea of sensations. When I opened them again, I was nude and Becky was again grinding those heart-shaped pillows against my cock. My senses expanded enough to notice that Linda was dancing about two feet in front of us. Becky danced forward half a step and Linda did the same. They clasped hands, extending their arms to the side and coming close together. Were they rubbing against each other? Becky backed up and Linda was leaning back into Frank's chest. Now they repeated the forward movement. Becky's head extended even further. Was she kissing Linda's throat? In the dim light and shadows I couldn't tell. Now they were gyrating close to each other. God, I'd love to see their breasts touching, nipples grazing other nipples. My feet were glued down and I couldn't move before they separated again. They moved forward. Hands rested on hips. They must be rubbing together. Before I could move to the side, their heads inclined. Shit! They must be kissing, but I still couldn't see well. One of Becky's hands moved upward and inward, disappearing from view. One of Linda's was gone as well. Linda giggled. I finally got one foot out to the side and was just starting to shift my vantage point when they broke apart. Becky twirled into my arms. "Got to have you! Now!" Becky pushed on my chest and I took a step back and dropped down into the armchair. Becky dropped to her knees and her mouth engulfed my prick in one fluid motion. Although kneeling between my legs, she was the Dom and I was the Sub. Her mouth and eyes commanded my attention and response. Until I heard Linda giggle. I looked up and saw Frank stretched out on the couch. Linda was straddling him one knee on the couch one foot on the floor. She was hunching on his midsection. I saw his hand move and something glinted in the dim light. Then Linda paused with his hand behind her. After a few seconds she resumed her bouncing motion, but slower and smoother. Becky got up and moved into my lap. As she slowly worked my erection into her pussy, she alternated feeding me her nipples, right, left, right, left. When I was fully engulfed, she began to rise and fall. At first the rhythm was slow and steady: up ... down ... up ... down. After a few minutes, the pace increased: up, down, up, down. I looked over at Linda. She was maintaining the same even pace. Frank's hand still seemed to be behind her. From my angle though all I could see was his arm wrapped around her ass. Becky had her arms around my neck. A steady moaning was breathing in my ear. The pace increased again: updownupdownupdown. I heard squishy noises where our bodies joined. I became aware of a new sound: oh god, oh god, oh god. Linda's voice cut across the room. I had never known her to be so loud during sex. "OH! OH! GOD! GOD! GODDDDD!" I glanced over Becky's shoulder and saw Linda collapse on to Frank. A wave of jealousy rolled over me as I watched her have an orgasm more intense than any one I had ever given her. Frank's hand dropped down from her rear. Again I saw a quick flash but couldn't see what he was holding. Linda's orgasm triggered Becky's. "Yessss, yessss, yessss," she hissed in my ear. I felt her pussy spasm around my cock. She started to collapse on me. I grabbed her legs to suspend her above me. The jealousy drove me to ram up into her three times and then a fourth thrust. My sperm jetted into Becky's cunt. I dropped back limply in the chair as sorrow for what Linda and I had lost washed through me. A little later, Linda and I were again running to our back door holding odd pieces of clothing in our hands. Linda lit three candles and slid under the covers. As I slipped into bed Linda attacked me. "I've been fucked. Now love me, my big, strong husband." She thrust her tongue into my mouth. Her hand wandered below where I was still wilted and wet with juices from both Becky and me. "I'll have to blow your balloon up again," she whispered as she turned to take me in her mouth, Becky's juices and mine mixed together. I reached out to tease her clit. She moved one leg across my body. I was looking at both her entrances up close. Her pussy was glistening with the whitish remains of Frank around the edges. Her ass was open and shiny, winking at me in the dim light. I felt my hardon grow as I pulled her pussy to my mouth. She tasted everything for me; I needed to do the same to her. The taste wasn't bad, somewhat bitter with a consistency of egg whites. I could live with it. I didn't like the images that came also: Linda's wilder responses, Frank's hand on her ass, her wide open asshole two inches from my eyes. She came quickly, rubbing her pussy all over my face, giggling and yelping at the same time. When she was done she took me back in her mouth, deeper than ever before. When I spurted, I felt her throat close on my little head as she swallowed. I woke up early on Sunday. During the week I work out about 6AM, so I often wake when light begins to creep in the windows. On the weekends, I usually go back to sleep, but not this morning. I felt uneasy and disoriented: not hung over but definitely not well. "Penny for your thoughts." Linda found me two hours later staring into the backyard over a cold cup of coffee. "I'm thinking about last night," I replied unenthusiastically. "Didn't you enjoy it?" "Becky is pretty and her boobs are great, but I'm not sure I want to continue doing this. I got jealous watching you with Frank." "Honey," Linda slid into my lap and wrapped her arms around my neck, "I got fucked by Frank. I got loved by you. There is no comparison. It's like having a candy bar versus dinner at the Ritz-Carlton." "We give up candy bars for Lent, don't we? Let's pass these candy bars by for now." "Babe, you're the one that I promised to have and to hold for all time," Linda was in to her baby doll voice now. "But change is good. Maybe only every month or so, just to add a little spice and variety." "When I was little, I used to like pralines, those sweet lumps of sugar and pecans. Then I got one with a piece of shell. I was loosing my baby teeth at the same time and when I bit down it hurt! I've never had one since. Can't we just skip this and continue at the Ritz?" But Linda continued to wheedle and whine for the next half hour. "Look, I've got to pack for my trip this afternoon. We can talk more when I get back." Linda picked me up Wednesday night, but she didn't bring up the subject of swapping again. When she told me that we were going to dinner with Frank and Becky, I was afraid it was a setup. However, we just talked like friends do and at the end of the evening we went to our own houses with only hugs and air kisses shared around. The first week in February found me home again and once again hassling paperwork. This time I was working on an update to the budget. The spreadsheet was not being cooperative. "Honey, I'm going next door to talk to Becky." "Yeah. Sure, babe. I'll be lucky if I'm not up all night trying to get these numbers to work." She kissed the top of my head and went out the back door to walk over to Becky and Frank's place. Suddenly, an hour later all the columns and rows summed and the sheets merged and all was right in Corporate Heaven. I started to fix a drink but then I thought that Frank might be watching the Hawks on the tube. As I approached Frank and Becky's back deck, I noticed that the curtains were slightly open from the coffee table jammed against them. As I crossed the deck, I looked through the crack in the curtains. My eyes registered bare flesh on the couch. "Oh, ho," I thought, "Frank and Becky going at it on the couch." The novelty made me forget that Linda was supposed to be over here. Then I looked closer. Frank was plunging between two slim thighs. Becky was crouched over the other end of the same person, rotating her hips in obvious delight. I couldn't see the face between Becky's thighs, but I recognized the copper-colored hair. The world seemed to tilt briefly. Then the truck hit me. MY WIFE IS SCREWING THE NEIGHBORS! BOTH OF THEM! Linda found me in front of the TV. She thought I was watching but I couldn't have told you if a porno flick or the 11 o'clock news was on. I didn't sleep much that night. Mostly I stared at the ceiling. Linda was quietly dreaming from the sound of her sub vocalizations. By morning I had decided what to do. "Honey, I'm going to be traveling all next week." When I got to the office, I had my secretary clear my out of town appointments during the following week. I made a reservation at a hotel near the office and reserved a rental car at the airport. Sunday Linda dropped me off at the airport. As soon as she had time to get back on the road, I went down and picked up my rental car, drove to Buckhead and checked in at the hotel. I had kept up appearances. Linda and I had had satisfactory sex during the days after my discovery. Given that, I didn't think she'd be next door Monday night. If she needed it that often then she'd be over there every night anyway. On Tuesday night I drove out to our subdivision after dark. I parked the rental on another street and walked around to our house. I crept into the back yard and saw Linda in the kitchen puttering around. I moved to behind some bushes between the houses. I could see if anyone walked across the path between our decks. Nothing happened and after two hours of cramped cold, I walked back to the car and drove back to Buckhead. Wednesday I followed the same routine. About 15 minutes after I hid in the bushes, Linda strolled across to Frank and Becky's place. I waited another 15 minutes and crept onto their deck. The curtains were just barely separated, but by getting down on my knees and close to the window, I could see the three on the couch drinking with some buttons undone. Linda was in the middle with Becky's arm around her shoulders. Since Frank and Becky were such "good friends" I knew where they hid the spare key. I found it and quietly let myself in the front door. I tiptoed down the hall to the door to the den. "I only wish I had four hands," I heard Frank say. "Then I could hold all your boobs at once." Girlish giggles followed that line. I peered around the door. "But then there wouldn't be any boobs for us to hold," Becky replied. She was caressing one of Linda's boobs and Linda was holding one of Becky's. "And I wouldn't be able to nibble," Linda said as she leaned over and tongued Becky's nipple. The chatter died down as Becky leaned back and pulled Linda's head tighter to her breast. Frank moved behind Linda and teased her breasts with his hands while nibbling on her neck. He occasionally moved to kiss and nip at her ear lobe, a maneuver that I knew would rev her engine pretty high. I raised the camera I had bought yesterday. It was loaded with 1200 ASA black-and-white film so that I wouldn't need a flash. The shutter made a crashing sound in my ears when I pressed the button. "Uuuungh!" I thought I had been discovered, but it was a moan from Linda. When I looked around the doorframe again, all three were in about the same position but Linda's knees were spread further apart. I couldn't see Becky's right hand, but I could guess what it was doing. Becky pulled Linda's head up and they started a long wet kiss. Frank moved to his knees in front of both of them and began attending to one pair of breasts and then another. I clicked off another photo when he had one of Linda's tits in his mouth. "Stretch out," Linda was pushing Becky towards a horizontal position on the couch. As Becky slid to one side, she moved a leg over the back of the couch and kept the other on the floor. The effect was to open her swollen, shiny nether lips to my direct gaze. For the first time that evening, I began to form an erection. Linda straddled Becky's head, but before bending forward as I expected, she stuck a finger in her mouth. Running it in and out several times, the finger was sloppy with saliva when she finally withdrew it. She propped herself up with a hand on the back of the couch. She began to run the wet finger up and down Becky's slit. Bridge of Sighs Ch. 02 I didn't think Becky needed anymore lubrication, but Linda's stroking generated more. Becky's lips swelled and pushed open wider. They changed from a light pink to dark rose. "Linda! I've got to have more. Lick me! Stick those fingers inside!" "Here's more." Linda lowered her hips to cover Becky's face. I could hear Becky begin to lap between those slim thighs. At the other end Becky's hips began a slow undulation as Linda continued to tease. Linda's face slowly approached its target. Finally I saw her extend her tongue and flick lightly over the little bump at the top. "Oooooohhh." The slow seduction had mesmerized me, but Becky's moan broke the trance. I clicked off four more pictures with Linda's tongue lapping up and down Becky's gash and Frank in the background holding his cock. Then I slipped down the hall and out of the house. I was shaking when I got back to my car. I sat heavily in the front seat and sobbed for half an hour. I drove back to my hotel and cried some more. I didn't need any more pictures so Thursday night I ate at the motel and went to bed early. Friday morning the William Tell Overture was playing when I shut off the shower in my motel room. I sprinted to my cell phone and answered it without looking at Caller ID. "Hello?" "WHERE the hell are you?" Linda sure knew how to start the day. "What do you mean? I'm in Baton Rouge getting ready to go to our office." "Then why did your secretary call at 5PM last night and leave a message that your 8 o'clock breakfast at the Ritz-Carleton in Buckhead had been cancelled? Why are you staying in town and not at home? Who is the bitch you're seeing?" I could hear the venom dripping from her fangs. "You're the one that wants us to have other partners. Maybe I should ask you who the bitch AND son-of-a-bitch are that you're seeing!" I heard her gasp and there was a long pause. Finally, I said "I'll cancel my appointments and meet you at home for lunch. We need to talk." Linda had fixed tuna salads for us and I fixed a double scotch for a chaser. There was no sound in the house as we ate, nor did there seem to be the usual street noise from outside. Everything was teetering on the brink, leaning forward to hear the words that would pass between us. CHING. I dropped my fork on the plate. "After what we went through, how could you pick up the first trash that blew by on the street?" "What WE went through? YOU didn't go through anything. YOU went back to work as if nothing had happened. At least they cared about my feelings and were here when I was lonely and depressed. YOU were always off in Louisiana or Florida or some other god-damned place." After thirty minutes I re-packed my suitcase and went back to the hotel. The remainder of our relationship was conducted through lawyers. The split wasn't amicable but there wasn't much to fight over either. The big thing was selling the house. Since the real estate market was good that year, in six months my first marriage was in the rear view mirror. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - "The girl I roomed with from Richmond was so sad." Julie had returned last night from a weeklong training session sponsored by her company. After our children left for college she had gone back to work and in two years had been promoted to a management position. The training was part of her promotion package. "What was so sad about her?" "Well, all the rest of the class was guys. On Wednesday night several of them started hitting on us pretty hard, so we called an early night and took our wine back to the room. It was too early for bed so we began relating our life stories." "I'm always amazed how women can meet each other and five minutes later they're talking about the relative merits of their lovers or traumatic experiences from high school." I gave her my women-are-inscrutable smirk. "It didn't hurt that the guys had poured a bottle of wine down our throats hoping for favorable ratings and we had brought another bottle back with us. Anyway, she told me that she had gotten married right out of college when she accidentally got pregnant. But she lost the child and of course was very depressed." Julie frowned sadly at me. "Her husband was very supportive and tried to help her through it. But he traveled a lot on his job. Then a young couple next door began consoling her. They were really seducing her – " "The couple?!" I interrupted. "Yeah. She was open about it. Anyway, even though she loved her husband, she got involved with these vultures. After a couple of months she convinced her husband to swap with the neighbors. He did it for her once, but didn't want to do it again. She couldn't stop and when he found out, he left her. She couldn't afford the house and had to move. The couple from next door gave her a going away party which was a gang-bang, actually a multiple rape, and never talked to her again." "She didn't report it to the police?" I asked. "What do you say? Officer I was planning to have sex with three men but eight was too many? In any event, things went down hill from there. She lived with a woman for a while. Then the woman started beating her up." "Gee, you don't think of women treating other women that way." "It happens," said Julie. "She was alone for several years and then she married again. After two years she was diagnosed with syphilis. Turns out her husband had a thing about strip bars and the girls in them." "Wow! She did have bad luck." "Finally, Linda decided to start over and moved from Atlanta to Richmond, but even fifteen years later she still hasn't had a good long-term relationship and no children." Julie looked directly at me. "Jack is there something wrong. You look like you've seen a ghost." "Her name's Linda?" I felt my throat close up. "Uh-huh. Linda Adair."