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Getting to Know Amy Better Ch. 01

By: CurtisElmore



"So, would you really fuck Amy?"

I did a classic "spit-take" with the beer I was enjoying in our back yard, and looked at my wife Sasha. 

I opened my mouth and said, "Uh..." She snickered. I'm sure I had the same look on my face our dog has when we catch him doing something he's not supposed to ... because I HAD been thinking about fucking Amy. A lot. I'd been thinking about her, in fact, since I'd met her at Sasha's high school reunion a couple months ago.

Now don't get the wrong idea. I don't cheat on my wife, and I certainly wasn't planning to sneak around with Amy behind her back. That would be fairly hard to accomplish even if I was planning on it, because Amy still lives in the small town Sasha grew up in. 

That didn't stop me from fantasizing about Amy, though. I do a fair amount of fantasizing about other women, and Sasha is well aware of it. When my wife and I first got together, our fifteen year age difference didn't have much of an impact on our sex life; as we both got older - and she went through menopause - we found ourselves on different rhythms. I was in my early forties and still had a healthy appetite for sex. She was in her mid-fifties and had "slowed down" a bit sexually.

This could have been a big problem for us. Luckily, over the 20 years we've been married Sasha and I have made a commitment to be open and honest with each other, and to "check in" regularly to make sure each of us is giving the other what we need. A couple years back we had one of those "check in" sessions because she was concerned that her lowered libido might take a toll on our marriage. I told her not to worry -- our relationship is about much more than just sex... besides, I had the situation "well in hand." I'd been taking care my needs with fantasy, my right hand, and a little internet porn. Any time she felt a little randy and we got the chance to play together... well, that was a bonus.

After that conversation I got to enjoy one of those "bonuses" under the stars on our back porch... but that's a story for another time.

On this particular day, I kept that same spirit of open honesty - but I took a long drink of my beer first, and considered what to say. 

"Well, yeah," I said, and watched her reaction closely. "Why do you ask?"

"I'm just remembering something you said when we were back home," she replied. "When Amy was complaining about not having a date for the reunion. You said, 'Well if she's looking for someone to take her home I can take care of her.' Remember?"

"Oh -- right!" I chuckled. I did remember the comment - it was one of those casual off-color jokes I throw out from time to time. It had gotten a laugh out of Sasha, which was the point... I was surprised she remembered it.

"But you were only half-joking, right? I mean, if you had chance you'd totally do Amy... wouldn't you?"

I opened my mouth. Then I closed it. I was stuck. I'd already admitted I was attracted to Amy (well, that I'd "fuck her") so it was too late to back-pedal. I looked at her and nodded my head, waiting to see where this was going.

"Huh," she said as she settled into the porch swing next to me. "Really? I would have thought you'd go for Gina, not Amy."

Gina was another woman Sasha had gone to high school with. Like Sasha she was in her mid-fifties, but I would have guessed she was 8 or 9 years younger. Gina had gone on to be a high-powered lawyer in New York, and she dazzled everyone at the reunion when she showed up in expensive, tight and VERY short dresses - dresses that that showed off her well-toned body.

"Nah," I said to Sasha as I ran my finger down her shoulder, around her left breast, and onto the swell of her belly. "Too --"

"Too skinny," she finished, laughing. "You sicko..."

Sasha knew my tastes well. I've always preferred nicely rounded women to the super-thin model types. That's one of the reasons I love looking at my wife -- naked or clothed -- and it's one of the reasons I felt drawn to Amy. Like Gina, Amy had gone on to a high-powered career in the big city after school. That's where the similarities ended, though. Amy returned home a few years ago to take care of her aging parents, and stayed. While Gina obviously worked out religiously to keep her figure, Amy had grown soft and round, with a nice large pair of breasts, wide hips, and a generous ass.

"It's not just that," I protested, "though it's certainly part of it. Gina's impressive, don't get me wrong. It's not like I'd kick her out of bed. Amy, though... there's something about her. A fire. That's what I found really attractive about her."

Moving back to the small burg she and Sasha grew up in hadn't dampened Amy's ambition. She had been the major organizer of their high school reunion, and even though she couldn't find a job in Podunk West Nowhere giving her the opportunities she'd had earlier in life, Amy threw herself into projects for local causes that had gained national attention.

"Remember when she was sitting outside the hotel having a cigarette with us," I said, "telling us about the community center she's helping rebuild? She had a real spark about her... that's what I found sexy. Sure, body-wise she's my type... but it was her energy that really got me going."

Sasha laughed ruefully. "I remember sitting out on the park bench, and thinking she was about three for four drinks ahead of us. I also remember her saying she hadn't been able to get a date since moving back home... and I wondered if she was hinting at something. She couldn't keep her eyes off you."

It was my turn to laugh. "Oh, please," I said. "She hardly knew me -- I doubt she was 'hinting' at anything." Really, I'm not much to look at. Just an average guy with an average build. Sure, I try to go to the gym occasionally, but I'm no Brad Pitt.

Sasha shook her head. "You never take me seriously when I tell you women are checking you out. Well, never mind... dinner's going to be ready in about twenty minutes." She got up and walked into the house, her round ass swaying as she opened the door.

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Nothing more was said about Amy during dinner. After we'd eaten and washed the dishes, Sasha and I stripped and took a dip in our hot tub with a glass of wine. We watched the sun go down over our neighbor's house and soaked in the heat from the water as the air began to cool.

After a few moments, I heard her voice in the semi-darkness. "So, how would it have worked? At the reunion, I mean?"

I'd been looking at the water bubbling between her large breasts. Now my eyes snapped up to meet hers. "What do you mean?"

"Remember when we were driving into town, and you made that crack about having a threesome with my high school girlfriends? How would that have worked?"

Another off-color comment I'd made, and she'd remembered. I had to learn to watch my mouth! "I -- uh - I don't know," I said. "It's just one of those cliché male fantasies, you know? 'Dear Penthouse, I never thought this would happen to me but...' that kind of thing."

"Yeah," she said, "that's what you said at the time. I know you, though... you've been using that 'cliché fantasy' for masturbation material ever since we got back, haven't you?"

I could feel my face getting a little red, and it wasn't from the heat of the tub. I took a sip of wine and said, "well, since you mention it..."

"Oh, I'm mentioning it," she said and sent a playful splash my way. "So, how does that scenario go? Is Amy in it?"

Amy again. Where was this leading? I took another sip (well, more of a gulp) and searched Sasha's eyes. "Yeah. She is."

I tried to gauge her reaction, but all I got was a slight quirk at the left corner of her lips. "So, what happens in this fantasy of yours? When you get out of bed after I fall asleep and 'take care of business,' I mean?"

"Well, you know... you, me, Amy. Our hotel room. All three of us in bed, getting to know each other better."

"That's not what I mean," she said settling back and taking a sip from her own glass. I watched the reflection from the water play on the skin above her big full breasts and under her chin. "Lay it out for me. Beginning middle and end."

This was new territory for us. Sasha had never been all that interested in my fantasies. Sure, she'd ask me once in a while if I fantasized about a particular woman, as she had with Amy. She'd never been interested in the details, though. I started to wonder if I was going to get a "bonus" tonight. 

I felt a stirring between my legs as I said, "Well, ok. It starts with a knock on our door."

"The door to our hotel room?"

"Right. We're in bed, watching television, and there's a knock on the door. I throw some pants on, you pull the sheets over those amazing tits of yours - " 

She smiled demurely and lifted her boobs up to just beneath the surface of the water. "These amazing tits?" She began to rub her breasts, moving her palms around her nipples and areolas.

I gulped and felt my dick swell a little more. "Yes, those amazing tits. Anyway, I go to the door, and it's Amy. She asks if she can come in and talk. She looks upset, and she's carrying a bottle. Her face is flushed, and I think she's been drinking a little from it."

"Hmmmm..." Sasha said as she started to twist and pull on her nipples. "You like 'em sloppy drunk, huh?"

"She's hardly falling-down drunk," I said. "She's just a little buzzed, and she says the bottle is for us to share. She comes in and settles into the chair by the door. She tells us that she made a pass at Jack -- you know, that football player you were both hot for in high school? I get a couple of glasses from the bathroom and sit in the chair next to her as --" 

"Hang on," Sasha said. "There was only one chair in the room we stayed in." Her nipples were standing out almost half an inch, and she'd gone back to rubbing around the outsides of her large, luscious breasts.

"My fantasy," I replied. "I threw an extra chair in -- hope you don't mind."

"Oh, do continue," She said with a wicked little grin. Her hand started to trace its way down her belly, towards her pussy.

"Well, I pour us each a drink --"

"Hang on," she said, sitting forward in the tub. "What's Amy wearing in this little fantasy of yours?" Her arms came together as she moved, forcing her breasts together so they formed a deep cleft in the front of her chest.

"Oh, the outfit she wore on the second night -- remember, it was a shiny purple metallic blouse, black pants, and --" my breath sucked in involuntarily as I felt Sasha start to stroke my balls under the water.

"And those high heels," she said with a twinkle in her eye. "I remember. Go ahead -- you pour us each a drink..."

"Right," I said. I'd forgotten where I was in the story; her fingernails tracing across my scrotum had taken all my attention. "So, I pour us all a drink and she tells us about Jack laughing in her face when she asked him to come home with her, and leaving with someone else. She tells us she's so lonely -- that she hasn't been with anyone in years, and she misses the feeling of a cock inside her. You say, 'Well, if that's all you're missing, Curtis has a really nice one I'd be happy to share --' "

Sasha burst out laughing. "Seriously? What porno script did you adapt this dialogue from?" I felt my face redden a little and I started to pull back defensively. Sasha took a firm grip on the base of my dick. "No, no, I'm only teasing. It's your fantasy... what happens next?" Her hand started to slowly stroke up and down the shaft of my cock.

"Everyone's a critic," I mumbled, enjoying the sensation of her fingers. I put a hand on her breast and started to toy with her nipple. "Well, she looks appropriately scandalized, but intrigued. She looks at you and says, 'Oh Sasha, be serious.'

" 'I am serious,' you say. 'Look, Amy, Curtis is 15 years younger than us. He's got way more energy than I do, and he's always hungry for sex.' "

"That's true enough," Sasha growled as her other hand started to move up and down my chest.

" 'I know he's been checking you out.' Amy looks at me, then back at you. Her eyes linger at the edge of the sheet, which has slipped down your tits a little. I run a finger down the neck of her shirt and say, 'She's right, Amy. I've been thinking about you all night.' I start to open her shirt..."

"Lets go inside," Sasha said, letting go of my cock and giving me a light kiss on the lips. We hastily stepped out of the tub and dried off, then walked naked into our living room. I poured us both another glass of wine, and I watched Sasha's lovely round body as she trotted off to the bathroom.

When she came back, she was holding one of the vibrators I've bought for her over the years -- a thin purple one with several pre-programmed settings. She also held a bottle of lubricant that she tossed to me. Sasha sat down on our recliner and motioned to the couch next to it. 

"Play with yourself while you tell the story," she said. She watched me expectantly as she leaned back in the recliner, spread her legs, and started to stroke the vibrator up and down her labia.

I smiled and poured a little lube into my palm. "So, I've got her shirt open," I said, rubbing the lube onto my dick. "I start to trace my fingers up her neck and down to her bra."

"What color is her bra," Sasha asked as she turned up the vibrator.

I grabbed the first thing that popped into my head. "It's a purple push-up bra. It holds her boobs up nice and high. I start to stroke around her tits, and then down to her belly, then up to her tits again. She's starting to breath a little harder, and her eyes are focused on you. I lean over and kiss her neck. She sighs and says, "Sasha, show me what you've got under that sheet."

"Do I? Do I pull the sheet down, Curtis?" The vibrator was going around her pussy in tighter and tighter circles. Her other hand was back on her boobs, pulling and teasing her nipples.

"Yeah, you do," I said. "As the sheet slides down your body, she can see your hand between your legs playing with your pussy. She groans a little; I put my hand between her legs and start to rub her through her pants. She's starting to pant a little when you say, 'Unzip his pants, Amy. Pull out his cock.'

"Her eyes are locked on your body, your tits, your cunt. She reaches up and undoes my pants, then reaches inside and puts her hand on my dick. She gasps a little bit when she feels it, and I gasp a little bit when she puts her hands in my underwear and touches the head."

Sasha's eyes were closed as the vibrator zeroed in on her clit. She was panting as she said, "Suck his cock, Amy. Put it in your mouth and suck it."

"She does," I said, my hand going back and forth across my cock. "She tells me to stand up, and I do. My pants fall down around my ankles and my dick is a couple inches away from her cheek. She looks at you, then she turns her head and opens her mouth. She puts just the head in first and closes her mouth around it. I can feel her tongue, exploring the skin beneath the head. Slowly she starts to move down my cock, then back up, then down again. I look at you and you're watching us; your hand is working your clit hard as you watch Amy sucking my dick."

Sasha's eyes were closed tight. I could tell from her breathing that she was close. I moved over to her and ran my fingers around her vaginal opening. "Now she's got her hand at the base of my cock and she's starting to pump up and down," I said, slowly pushing my middle finger inside her cunny. "I'm starting to pump into her mouth too. I've got my hands in that frizzy brown hair of hers, and I'm pushing deeper into her mouth." My finger pushed up into Sasha's G-spot "She's got me all the way down her throat now -- her hands are on my ass and she's pulling me into her." I started to rotate my finger left, then right, as I felt the buzz of the vibrator on Sasha's clit. "She's making little sounds... 'Mmmmm... Mmmmm...' while she sucks my entire cock into her throat."

"Oh God! Oh God! UUUUUNNNNNNGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!" Sasha cried out, her hips bucking around my hand and the vibrator. I kept my hand in place as she rode the tide of her orgasm, then slowly pulled my finger out as she came back down to earth.

"I love watching you cum," I said, kissing her neck, her ears, the bangs of her short grey hair.

"I love it when you make me cum," she said, breathing hard. I picked up her wine glass and handed it to her so she could take a drink, then looked around on the floor for the vibrator which was buzzing against the recliner's leg.

She opened her eyes and looked at me. "Then what happens? Don't tell me all you're fantasizing about is a blow job."

I smiled at her. "Oh no... there's more."

"Well, you didn't cum yet, and there's plenty of lube. What happens next?"

I settled back onto the couch and Sasha came over to snuggle against me. She poured a little more lube into her hand and started massaging it onto my cock. "Well, after a little dick sucking, Amy asks if it'd be ok for her to touch you. Your hand moves up from your pussy, across your belly and onto your tit. You say, 'Of course Amy. Get over here.' "

Sasha chuckled. "Well, aren't I assertive!" Her fingers started to play around the tip of my dick. They rubbed along the edge of the head and down the underside.

"So," I continued, "I help her get undressed. I kiss her all over as I do it. She crawls onto the bed and starts to go down on you. I watch the two of you -- her head between your legs, your hands in her hair. Her hands run up your body and start to rub your breasts as she eats you.

"After a while, you look at me pulling my cock while I watch you. You reach down and lift Amy's chin. 'Hey Amy,' you say. 'I thought you wanted to feel a cock inside you.' 'I do,' she says. 'No reason you can't have both of us,' you say, and motion me over to the bed."

Sasha put her own head down between my legs and started to lick my cock -- first one side and then the other. Her hands kept moving along the shaft as her tongue feathered along the underside.

"Amy crawls up your body and starts to kiss you," I groaned. "I climb up behind her and stroke her calf, her thigh, and her ass. Your hand is stroking down to the small of her back to the crack of her ass. You pull her legs open a little wider, break the kiss, look at me and nod."

Sasha's mouth was around my dick now. I could feel her hand pulling up from the base as her mouth traveled down from the head, meeting in the middle. I started to feel the pressure building deep inside me.

"You have your other hand between Amy's legs now. You're playing with her clit while I move the head of my cock around the opening to her pussy. You reach out, and your fingers find my cock; they pull me towards Amy's twat. The two of you are still kissing, but I can hear Amy panting. She looks over her shoulder at me and says, 'Please, put it in.' I slide inside her."

By now, I was the one panting. It was getting harder and harder to put words together, so instead I put my hand behind Sasha's head, running my fingers through her short grey hair. I thrust into her mouth with short, sharp jerks as she put her hands onto my balls and squeezed a little.

"I - I'm fucking her from behind while she lays on top of you, and your tits are pushed together, and you're kissing, and -- "

And that was it. I could hold out no longer. With a roar I started to cum. Sasha pulled my spurting cock out of her mouth and milked it onto her bare tits, smearing the cum between her breasts and rubbing the head of my dick against her soft tit flesh.

I collapsed back onto the couch, spent. When my eyes finally un-crossed, I looked up at my smiling, gorgeous, radiant wife. She had a big smile on her face as she rubbed my cum into her chest.

I took a long drink from my wine glass and closed my eyes, enjoying the rush. I heard Sasha in the bathroom, then I heard her outside covering up the tub. After far too long I roused myself and joined her outside. She lit a cigarette, then lit another and handed it to me. We sat and listened to the night for a few minutes.


Getting to Know Amy Better Ch. 01



"Whooooo..." I said. "That was intense."

"Yeah," Sasha said. "It sure was."

We smoked in silence.

"So Sasha, I have to ask... where did this come from? The whole Amy thing, I mean. Trust me, I'm not complaining... but what brought her to mind?"

"Oh," Sasha chuckled. "She's coming to visit at the end of the week. Didn't I mention that?"



Getting to Know Amy Better Ch. 02



"Oh," Sasha chuckled. "She's coming to visit at the end of the week. Didn't I mention that?"

Have you ever stepped on the gas and felt your car's engine stutter, then stall out? That's precisely what my brain did when I heard those words come out of my wife's mouth... perhaps because all the blood in my body started rushing to my cock.

Earlier that day I'd confessed to Sasha that I was hot for her high school friend Amy – that I'd been fantasizing about the three of us sleeping together since I'd met Amy at their 40th high school reunion. We'd just finished bringing each other to a pair of mind-blowing orgasms while I described this threesome fantasy, and were now relaxing in the afterglow on our back porch.

Things had taken a different turn, though. Fantasy was one thing, but the real Amy was coming to visit the real Sasha and Curtis. I was excited about the prospect, but I was also wary. Amy had been around the world when she was still working for a fortune 500 company, but at heart she was still a small-town redneck girl. Would she be open to the possibility of sleeping with either me or Sasha?  Would Amy be scandalized by the idea, and never speak to Sasha again? Amy was in her mid-fifties like Sasha; I was in my early forties. Would that be a problem for her? The possibilities – positive and negative – swirled around in my brain.

"Close your mouth, Curtis. You're going to catch a fly." My gorgeous wife stubbed out her cigarette and stood up. "I'm headed to bed. You wore me out," she said as she bent over to kiss me. Our tongues met and did a little tango between our mouths. Then she straightened up and said "We can talk about this in the morning." With that she walked into the house, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

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The next morning I got up and made some coffee, fed the dog, and engaged in my usual routine of checking email and corresponding with clients... but it was hard to focus on work. Sasha got up about an hour later and wandered through the house in her bathrobe. I gave her a little time to wake up, then joined her on the back porch swing. After a few minutes of quiet while I watched the early-morning sun bring out the silver in Sasha's short hair, I cleared my throat and said, "So... Amy's coming to visit?"

"I'm impressed," Sasha said. "You held out twenty whole minutes before bringing it up!" Sasha smiled a little as she took a sip of her coffee. "She sent me an email a couple days ago. Seems the company she works for is sending her here for training, and she asked if she could stay with us. The training is Friday, so she'll drive up on Thursday."

"Huh..." I said, trying to sound casual about the whole thing.

Sasha shot me a look and snorted. "Really? 'Huh' is all you can say?" She put her coffee cup down on the little table we keep by the swing and lit a cigarette. "Look Curtis... I could tell, when we were back home, that you were attracted to Amy. After last night, I don't think there's any doubt of that. I'd certainly be open to you two having sex, or all three of us. But we're not going to push it, ok? She's going to stay with us for a couple days, and if something happens it happens."

"Sure," I said, trying not to sound too eager – and probably failing miserably. "Sounds good to me." I lit a cigarette myself and we both smoked in silence, thinking about what the weekend might bring.

That was Monday morning. The week seemed to crawl by after that – it was as if each day leading to Thursday lasted 30 hours. I found myself looking at photos from the reunion during any down-time, and I realized I was going to the gym a little more often. I didn't want to make any assumptions about what might happen between Amy, Sasha, and I... but just in case I picked up a box of condoms and a new bottle of lubricant (the old bottle was empty – my furious masturbation that week had seen to that.)

Sasha seemed to go through her daily routine with no change at all. Every once in a while, though, I'd see a clue to her excitement over Amy's visit. I'd catch her staring into space with a strange little smile on her face. I saw an assortment of lingerie (which I hadn't seen in a while) in the laundry room. I saw a LOT of dead batteries in our bedroom trash.

We both woke up early Thursday morning - and were greeted by an autumn storm. The rain pounded against our windows and we could see the trees in our front yard bowing from the wind. It would be an awful day to travel.

Over our morning coffee Sasha called Amy's cell phone. I saw signs of worry play across her face as the phone rang... and rang... and was answered by Amy's voicemail.

"Uh, Hi, Amy! It's Sasha. So... I don't know what the weather's like where you are, but it's awful here. There's a massive storm blowing through. I, uh... I wouldn't be surprised if you decided to cancel the trip. Curtis and I were really looking forward to seeing you, but we completely understand if you've turned around and headed home. Look, give us a call when you get this so we know you're safe, ok?"

Sasha hung up the phone and looked at me. I tried not to look too disappointed as I shrugged and said "que sera sera..."

Disappointment turned to concern, though, as the morning wore on and we didn't hear from Amy. By the time I had to leave for work Sasha had left a second message and was scanning the Department of Transportation's web site to see if any accidents had been reported between here and her home town. As I headed out into the wind she promised to let me know if she found anything out.

It was 11:30 when my phone chimed, letting me know I had a text message. I finished typing the email I'd been working on and looked down to see "Amy's ok. Phone was dead. She's on her way. Be here this afternoon." I breathed a sigh of relief, almost forgetting the erotic anticipation that had led up to today's visit. 

As the clock inched its way towards quitting time, though, that anticipation was back in full force. I left work a little early (I couldn't concentrate on the job any way) and arrived home around 4:30. As I pulled into our driveway I saw a silver sedan parked in front of the house. Amy's, I assumed. I noticed I was shaking a little as I parked my own car. This was getting out of hand - I took a deep breath and said, "Relax. I'll bet nothing is going to happen. You're probably getting worked up for nothing." After a moment I'd cleared my head, and I dashed through the rain to our front door.

My clear head lasted about ten seconds. As I stepped into the house I saw Sasha giving Amy a big hug and felt my temperature go up a few degrees. I shut the door and they turned to me. "Oh, Curtis, just in time," my wife said, her arm still around her friend's shoulders. "Amy just got here!"

I looked at them both, standing side by side, and felt a swelling in my pants. Amy was a little taller than Sasha's 5'4. While Sasha's grey hair was cut short, Amy's frizzy brown hair was pulled back into a loose pony tail. Sasha was wearing a v-neck sweater that showed a lot of cleavage, while Amy wore a bulky turtle neck sweater and leather jacket. Those did little to hide Amy's curves, though. Her breasts were a little smaller than Sasha's – she might have worn a 38D instead of Sasha's 40D – but they were very evident under her jacket. Amy's lower body was rounder than my wife's; her waist flowed out into a pair of wonderfully round hips embraced by the tight jeans she was wearing. The blue of Amy's jeans contrasted nicely with the pink leggings Sasha had on.

"Hey there Curtis," Amy said with that boisterous laugh I'd gotten to know during the reunion. "Good to see you again, hot stuff!" She came over and gave me a huge hug, pressing her luscious fleshy body against me. Looking past her shoulder I caught Sasha trying not to laugh as I struggled to keep my obviously hard cock from pressing into Amy's belly.

I helped Amy put her luggage into our guest room, then set to making dinner while Sasha gave her the tour around our house. I was sautéing some vegetables when I heard them at the sliding door to our back porch.

"Too bad this storm blew in," I heard Sasha say. "Our hot tub probably would have felt good after that long drive today."

"Sasha, why didn't you tell me you have a hot tub," Amy said. "I could have brought my suit!"

"Oh, you're right... I should have. Honestly, Amy, I must have forgotten to mention it. Curtis and I usually just tub in the nude."

I heard Amy pause for a second. "Really? Well... that works too, I guess. If it's not raining tomorrow I might have to join you." Then she let out a loud laugh. I could feel my cock swell as Sasha started to laugh with her.

While we ate Amy and Sasha caught up on the news from home, friends from school, and that sort of thing. After we finished Sasha offered to do the dishes if I'd make a fire in the living room's fireplace. "Good idea," Amy said. "I brought you guys a bottle of wine – let's all sit by the fire and enjoy it."

Soon Sasha and I were sitting on our couch in front of a roaring fire. Amy, sitting in a stuffed chair by the side of the fireplace, was telling us about her ten-hour drive to reach us.

"I was doing fine until I crossed the state line," she was saying. "Then everything came to a halt... and I waited. And moved two feet. And waited. And moved two more feet. It was two hours before I finally got to the problem spot... part of the road had flooded, and it was down to just one lane."

"Ugh," Sasha said. "So, where did you stop once you were through?"

"Aw hell, I didn't stop. By that time I was running so late I just put my foot down on the gas and kept on truckin'." A raucous laugh started to bubble out of her. "Let me tell you, I had to piss like a racehorse when I finally got here!" 

"God, so you never got out of the car after you crossed into the state? You must be pretty stiff," Sasha said. 

Amy rolled her shoulders, making those lovely breasts stand out for a moment. "Yeah, a little," she allowed. "Nothing major, though.

"Well look, honey - since the hot tub is out for tonight, why don't you let Curtis give you a massage? He's really good at it."

I tried to keep my voice casual as I said, "You really look like you could use it, Amy. Why don't you come over here and let me work on you?"

Amy's lips quirked into half a smile. "Hell, that's a better offer than I've had from a man in years! I'm not gonna turn you down." She walked over and sat on the floor between my legs, her feet splayed out in front of her. 

"Honey," I said to Sasha as I loosened up my hands, "Could you get that massage oil from the bedroom? I think it might be a little easier on Amy's neck." Sasha hopped up and was back in a moment with our small bottle of oil.

I started working Amy's neck while she and Sasha continued to chat about things back home. Her head dipped down as I worked my fingers along the base of her skull and up into her hair. As I moved my thumbs and fingers down her neck, I could tell that she was actually pretty locked up. All thoughts of seduction faded away – really - as I probed the muscles on either side of her spine and pushed gently on the sides of her neck.

I waited for a break in Amy and Sasha's conversation before saying, "Amy, this would probably go a lot better if I could get at your shoulders. Mind taking off your sweater?" Amy lifted her head to look at Sasha.

"Hey, it's ok with me if it's ok with you," Sasha said. Her green eyes seemed to twinkle a bit in the firelight. "If it makes you feel more comfortable, I'll take mine off. I'm starting to get pretty warm by this fire anyway." With that she reached down and pulled her sweater off, exposing her lovely white beasts. Her nipples started to crinkle immediately as they felt the coolness of the air. Maybe all thoughts of seduction hadn't faded after all, I thought.

Amy looked over her shoulder at me, and I shrugged. She looked back at Sasha (but maybe not at her face) and said, "Oh, what the hell." She reached down under her belly and pulled her sweater up. She giggled a little as I helped her get it over her head and put it on the couch beside me.

There she was, the woman I'd fantasized about for months, naked from the waist up. She was wearing a plain tan bra that was a little too small for her breasts, causing them to erupt into the most lovely cleavage. She looked back over her shoulder and grinned. "Well, Curtis, why should we be the only ones with our shirts off? If we're going to strip, so are you."

"She's right, Curtis," my wife said from beside the fire. "It's only fair."

I looked at her, then looked down into Amy's deep brown eyes and said, "You're right. Fair is fair." I slowly unbuttoned my shirt and put it on the couch beside me. "Now then, lets get to work on those shoulders." With that, I put my hands on either side of her arms and ran them up towards her neck.

Amy and Sasha continued their conversation where they'd left off, but there was a different energy in the room. As I kneaded the muscles in Amy's shoulders, she started to speak slower, and it took more time for her to respond to Sasha. She was breathing deeply as my hands played across her upper back, and a quick glance at her face showed that her eyes were closed.

After a few minutes of work on her shoulders, I looked at Sasha. Then I looked down at Amy's tits, back at her, and raised an eyebrow. She shrugged, and nodded. Quietly I said, "Amy, I'd like to work on your back a little. Would it be ok if I took your bra off?"

"Uh huh," Amy said with a slight nod. I looked over to where Sasha was sitting and saw her idly tracing her hand across the swell of her belly, her eyes locked onto Amy and I. She gave me a little nod, and I reached down to unclasp her friend's bra. Once the back was open, her shoulder straps started to slide down her arms; with a little shrug Amy let the bra fall to the floor.

Amy's breasts were marvelous. As I'd expected, they were a little smaller than Sasha's but still large and round. She had dark scarlet nipples and large areolae with little bumps around them. As I ran my hands up the sides of her I looked back to Sasha. She was rubbing her breasts while she watched us.

As much as I wanted to take in the glory of Amy's naked breasts, I did have a job to do. "Amy," I reluctantly said, "why don't you lay down on your stomach so I can really work on your back."

Her eyes fluttered open. "Oh, right," she said. Amy glanced at Sasha, who had stopped rubbing her breasts and was taking an innocent sip of her wine. I helped her turn around and lay on the rug in front of the couch, then slowly ran my hands up and down her back. 

"Is it ok if he straddles your butt Amy?" Sasha asked. "It'll be easier for him to get in deep if he's in that position."

Amy turned her head to look at Sasha. Did I see the barest hint of a smile on her face? "Of course, Curtis. You just do whatever you need to do." Then she closed her eyes again.

I shot my wife a dirty look, then I put my leg over Amy's butt, being careful not to let her feel the raging hard on that had developed in my pants. I poured some oil in the small of her back, then slowly spread it all over her lovely body. I slowly started to knead the muscles between her shoulder blades, then slid my hands down her sides and back up.

"Don't his hands feel amazing, Amy? I love it when he rubs me like that." I looked up at Sasha as I pushed the heels of my hands into the muscles on either side of Amy's spine. Her hands were back on her breasts, toying with her nipples.

"Mmmm hmmmm," Amy breathed. "I haven't had a man's hands on me like this in forever. It feels awful nice."

My fingers traced the muscles between her ribs as Sasha asked, "How long has it been, Amy? You told us at the reunion that you were having trouble finding someone to date."

"Ahhhhh..." Amy said as I worked my thumbs under her shoulder blades. "It's probably been four years since I've been with a man. I've been on a few dates, but they never seem to stick around."

"Their loss," I said as I made my way down her back again.

"You're a strong woman," Sasha said. Her face was looking a little flushed. "You were a corporate high-flier before you went back home. You know how men are; they intimidate easily."

"Boy, that's the truth," Amy said as I ran my hands out from her lower back, curling my fingers around the edges of her belly. "I keep going out with these guys who seem to have it all together, but within a couple dates they start acting pissed off if I tell them what I want. Then they stop calling. It's frustrating."

"Amy," I said, breaking in. "I'd love to work on your legs now. How would you feel about taking your pants off?"

Amy let out that raucous laugh of hers. "Have you been listening to me? All I've been trying to do is get my pants off!" She looked at Sasha, who again had assumed an innocent pose in her chair. "Same deal?"

Sasha smiled. "It's ok with me if it's ok with you." My wife lifted her butt off the chair and took the leggings she was wearing off. After a moment I realized that her panties had gone with them - and that Sasha had done something unexpected in preparation for the weekend.

"Sasha," Amy said with a shocked tone in her voice, "Do you shave your puss?"

Sasha's mouth crinkled into a mischievous smile. "Sometimes. Curtis sure likes it when I do." She pulled her knees up to her chest, allowing us to see her pussy lips peeking between her feet.

Amy just stared for a moment, then raised herself up onto her elbows (giving me another glimpse of those delicious tits) and looked over her shoulder at me. "Well, Curtis? Same deal."

"Fair is fair," I said and started unbuckling my belt. Amy's eyes followed my hands as they opened the button on my pants and pulled down the zipper. I hesitated for half a second, then pulled my pants and underwear down, letting my hard dick bounce onto my belly.

"Oh my," Amy said quietly. She turned back to Sasha. "You get that every night?"

Sasha chuckled. "I don't know about every night – we've been married twenty years, you know. It's nice to have around though, let me tell you."

"How... how big is it? Have you ever, you know... measured?"

It was my turn to chuckle. "I think it was, what... eight inches, Sasha?"

"It was eight inches back when started going out," Sasha said. "I'd swear you're getting bigger as you get older, though." She looked at Amy. "Ok, girl. Your turn."

Amy swallowed. She looked at Sasha in all her naked beauty, and back at me. I could see her face getting red.

I crouched down next to her. "Amy, if you're not comfortable with this, it's ok. We can stop playing around."

"No, it's not that," Amy said quietly. She looked down and seemed to be struggling for words. At last she said, "Oh, Curtis. You don't want to see this fat old broad's ass."

Sasha laughed. "Amy, look who he's married to!" She stood, turned around and leaned over with her arms on the back of the chair showing off her large ass. I also noticed she left her legs open a little, allowing us to see her naked pussy lips.

"For what it's worth Amy," I chimed in, "I've been looking at that yummy round ass of yours all night. I can't wait to see what's under that denim."

Amy swallowed again and said, "Oh fuck. Fine, Curtis... help me peel off these jeans."

"I thought you'd never ask," I said. She chuckled as she unbuttoned her pants. I took hold of her waist. In one movement I pulled her jeans and panties down - and my eyes were feasting on her succulent, round butt. She wiggled a little to let me pull her pants off the rest of the way. Between her meaty thighs I could see just a hint of thick brown bush.

"Mmmmmm," I said. "It was worth the wait. Now let me get to work on those legs."

Now that we were all naked Amy's mood seemed to have lightened considerably. As I started to massage her soft calves turned my wife and said, "Sasha, let me see that ass of yours again." Sasha grinned, turned around and leaned over again. "I had no idea you had a tattoo."




Getting to Know Amy Better Ch. 02



"Oh, that," Sasha said as she straightened up and arched her back. "I got that years ago."

"Let me take a closer look," Amy said.

Sasha walked closer, turned and squatted down, putting her ass about a foot from Amy's face. Amy propped herself up on one elbow and traced the rose tattooed on Sasha's hip with her other hand. "I forget it's there," Sasha said. "I've had it almost forty years now."

I started to work my way up Amy's big thighs as I said, "She did it on a dare, as I recall."

"Not exactly," Sasha laughed. She turned around and lay on the floor next to Amy, facing her. "I was dating this guy, and he had a monster cock. You know how they say 'as big around as a beer can?' That was this guy. Any way, he wanted to fuck me in the ass."  As I worked my hands up Amy's fleshy thighs I could hear her start to breathe harder. "He gave me a choice – get a tattoo, or get fucked in the ass. So I got a tattoo... but he still ended up fucking me in the ass. The tattoo hurt less, let me tell you."

My hands had finally reached the cheeks of Amy's lovely, pillowy ass. I started to knead the muscles, pushing into each cheek and spreading them apart. I could see her wrinkled brown asshole, and I could hear her pussy lips smacking moistly together every time I pulled her cheeks apart. My dick felt like an iron bar between my legs. Amy was breathing really hard now, softly moaning every time I moved her butt cheeks apart and pushed them back together.

"Your... your cunt," Amy gasped in short breaths. "Is it hard to shave it?"

Sasha traced her hand down along her breast, across her belly, and to the cleft between her legs. "Not really. It's easier when Curtis does it for me. More fun, too. But I've figured out how to do it myself in the shower." Sasha's hand lingered between her legs.

The air was thick with sexual tension. Amy was panting as my hands rubbed along her ass to between her thighs. Slowly, lightly, I traced my finger tips across the outer lips of her hairy pussy.

Amy sucked in her breath and her eyes snapped to Sasha's. Sasha smiled, and she whispered, "It's ok with me if it's ok with you." Amy licked her lips and nodded.

I took that as my cue to go further. I flattened my hand and cupped her vulva, rubbing lightly up and down. Amy's eyes never left Sasha's, but her breathing was coming hard and fast. Slowly, gently, I traced my finger down the center of her lips across her clit. She moaned from a place deep inside and started to move her ass up and down with my hand.

"Put... put your finger in," she panted. I kept rubbing up and down on her clit with one hand, but moved it so the opening to her pussy was clear. I slowly inserted the middle finger of my other hand into her. A low animal groan escaped from her lips when I'd buried my finger all the way to the knuckle.

Sasha reached over and started to rub Amy's back as I slowly worked the finger inside her. My hand on her clit started to move around in circles, rubbing her outer lips and then her clit, her outer lips and then her clit. Amy started to hump towards the floor in time with my fingers.

"Harder... harder..." she said through gritted teeth. I put my focus on the finger I had inside her, jamming it in and out and in and out. She gasped. Suddenly, Amy reached out and grabbed Sasha by the back of the neck, pulling her in for a deep searching kiss as her thighs clamped around my hands. She came hard, spasming for what felt like a minute.

As Amy started to relax, she released Sasha's head. Sasha leaned back smiling, rubbing her lips a little. Slowly, Amy's thighs relaxed as well and I was able to pull my hands back. She rolled over on her back, her big boobs flopping over to each side. After a few seconds she opened her eyes and looked at us.

"Oh... oh you guys. I've... I've never done that before."

Sasha laughed. "You've never cum on someone's living room floor before?"

"No, you bitch," Amy said, laughing. "I've never... I've never kissed a woman before."

Sasha smiled. "How'd it feel?"

"Different," Amy said, slowly bringing her breathing back to normal. "Softer than with a man, and... well, different."

"I know what you mean," Sasha said, somewhat wistfully.

"Hey," Amy said, looking up at me. "Is your dog in here?"

I looked at Sasha, then around the room. "No... why?"

"Because something keeps bumping up against my leg. I thought it might be his nose."

I looked down to see my cock nudging Amy's calf. Amy laughed again, which started Sasha laughing. I couldn't help but join them.

"I can think of a better place to put that thing than on your leg," Sasha said after she'd stopped laughing.

Amy looked over to her. "Oh, but Sasha... what about you?"

Sasha smiled at her friend and began to stroke her hair. "Don't worry about me. I want you to feel a good solid cock inside you."

Amy bit her lip and turned to look at me. "Curtis, would you... I mean, would you want to..."

"Seriously," I snorted. "You have to ask? Look at my cock; I think it's pretty apparent I'd want to."

"Do you have a..."

"Ah. Yes," I said. "Yes I do. Give me just a second." I jumped up and trotted to get the box of condoms and lube I'd purchased, my hard cock bobbing along with every step.

When I got back I found those two gorgeous women bathed in the firelight, talking to each other quietly. Amy was lying on the floor with her knees up, her big boobs and belly spreading to the sides. Sasha was propped up on one arm beside her stroking her hair, her face, her neck. I paused to fix this amazing picture in my memory, then I walked around them and settled in front of Amy. I opened the box and rolled a condom onto my steely hard dick.

As I scooted closer, Sasha reached out and began stroking Amy's thighs. Amy looked deep in my eyes and whispered, "Easy big fella. It's been a really long time, especially since I had anyone as big as you."

I scooted even closer. I rubbed a little of the lubricant on Amy's pussy, and a little more on my rubber-clad cock. I started to gently rub the head around Amy's vaginal lips. "Don't worry," I whispered. "You're running the show. I'll do just what you want me to."

Amy smiled, then looked over to Sasha. "Honey, put him in me."

My wife leaned over and lightly kissed her friend on the lips, then put her hand under my balls. She rubbed me for a second, then moved her fingers up to my shaft. She lifted ever so slightly and started to guide me towards the entrance of Amy's pussy.

A slight thrust, and the head was in. Amy's eyes widened and she sucked in a lung full of air, then slowly breathed out. "Oh that's nice," she said. I rotated my hips slowly, slowly, easing a little bit of myself into her each time. Amy's legs pressed against me and started to move up the side of my hips and back down. I could feel Sasha's fingers on the underside of Amy's thighs; it felt like she was tracing her finger tips down to Amy's ass and back up to behind her knees.

After a few minutes of this, I was buried all the way inside her. We stayed that way for a moment, looking into each other's eyes. I leaned over to kiss her and she opened her mouth, reaching for my tongue with hers. Our lips locked, and our tongues danced around each other.

I hadn't noticed her moving behind me, I felt Sasha's wonderful breasts on my back as I slowly thrust my cock in and out of Amy. Her hand started to cup my balls again. I felt her breath on the side of my face, and I broke my kiss to find her looking at the two of us. Turning my head, I kissed her long and deep.

Amy and I were picking up speed now. Whatever hesitation she'd had at the beginning was gone; she started to hump her pussy up to meet my cock each time I thrust into her. She grunted with each penetration as I dug deeper and deeper inside her.  I reached out and put my hand on her right breast, feeling the stiff nipple under my thumb and finger. Sasha, meanwhile, leaned down and started sucking Amy's left breast, twirling her tongue around her nipple. I felt her hand reaching between us, until it found Amy's clit. Her fingers brushed back and forth against that little nubbin as Amy threw herself up to meet me.

I could feel the pressure building in my balls, and had just started to slacken the pace of my thrusting when Amy's ankles locked around my waist. She started to cry out - one arm went around Sasha's head at her breast, the other locked onto my hand at her other breast. I exploded inside her just as her back arched and she began to thrash about with her own orgasm.

I collapsed on top of Amy as her legs opened, freeing my hips. Sasha's hands stroked my back and Amy's face. When we'd all gotten our breath, Sasha got up and walked to the bedroom. She returned with robes for us all, and we sat on the floor together in front of the dying fire.

"So Amy," Sasha said, "Do you want to come to bed with us?"

Amy thought for a second and said, "No, I don't think so." She looked over at us. "Oh, don't worry – I'm not having regrets or second thoughts or anything like that. It's just that... well, I have to get up and go to that training tomorrow. Something tells me if I went to bed with you two I wouldn't get any sleep!"

"Sure," I said chuckling. "We completely understand, honey. You're probably right about that." I stood and helped Amy, then Sasha up. We all hugged each other tightly, and Amy kissed each of us lightly on the lips.

"Good night," she said quietly, and headed for our guest room. Sasha and I followed, making sure she had everything she needed. Within minutes we were laying in our own bed talking to each other quietly.

"So," I said. "Do you think she's really ok with what just happened?"

I could feel Sasha smiling in the darkness next tome. "Judging by how hard she came, I'd say she was ok with it."

"So, what do you think? One-time thing? Or..."

"I guess we'll find out in the morning," Sasha replied. "If nothing else, she got one hell of a good fucking tonight. She's needed that." Sasha was quiet for a moment. "It turned me on so much to see you sliding your hard cock into her."

I reached over to her and ran my fingers down her body to the smooth spot between her legs. Moisture was leaking out of her shaved pussy.

"It turned me on to see you shaved like this," I said as I walked my fingers up and down between her moist lips. "And I loved it when you were sucking her tit while I was feeling her other tit... I loved getting her off with you."

"Well, she got off. And you got off. That's – uhhhhhhh..." Sasha broke off as I slid a finger inside her wet pussy, rubbing the tip back and forth against that sensitive spot at the roof of her tunnel. I leaned over and started to suck at her breast, pulling her already hard nipple upwards with my lips. Then I slowly kissed my way down, pulling the blankets off of her body. I shifted my hand and made room for my mouth as I began lapping at her clit.

"Ungh... ungh... that's..." Sasha tried to continue, but her words broke off into another loud moan as I began sucking at her clitoris while my other hand moved up to cup her breast. As my mouth continued to work her clit I slowly eased a second finger into her. "That's... what's... important!" she cried as she started to cum, locking her thighs around my ears. I felt her thrashing on the bed as I eased up on her clit. After her hips had stopped bucking, I slowly eased my fingers out of her and crawled up her body to kiss her.

Sasha giggled a little as she tasted her own juices on my mouth. "Think Amy heard us?" she asked mischievously as we broke our kiss.

"I guess that's something else we'll find out in the morning," I said. I cradled my incredibly sexy wife in my arms and began stroking her short hair as I felt her drift off to sleep.



Getting to Know Amy Better Ch. 03



I woke up with a smile on my face. Images of the previous night with my big beautiful wife Sasha and her big beautiful friend Amy flashed through my brain as I started to join the waking world... the sight of Amy's big ass cheeks as I rubbed and spread them apart... the feel of her hairy pussy as I plunged my fingers in and out... watching Amy draw Sasha in for a kiss as she came... The touch of Sasha's fingers as she put my dick inside her friend... Amy's feeling of abandon as I plunged my cock deep inside her... The smoothness of Sasha's shaved pussy as I fingered her to orgasm. The light outside wanted to intrude on my closed eyes, but I struggled to sleep just a little longer so I could relive the previous night again. 

Wait a minute... light outside? My eyes snapped open and I looked to my digital alarm clock - which was blank. Completely dead. I looked at my watch.

"Shit!" I groaned, and nudged my wife. "Sasha... Sasha! The storm knocked out the power -- it's ten-'til-eight!"

Sasha opened her eyes, panic-sticken. "What? Crap -- Amy has to be at her training across town by nine, right?"

"I think so," I replied, throwing on my bathrobe. "Let me get some coffee started and then --" I stopped in my tracks and looked at my wife. Even though she was half-asleep, she started to laugh at the look on my face. "No power. No coffee."

"Uh uh," Sasha said, stretching. "That's not going to work for any of us. Tell you what; I'll get Amy up. You throw some clothes on and drive to that coffee cart on 15th St. -- bring us back something strong and warm."

"Well, if you're looking for something strong and warm..." I said, moving back toward the bed.

"God, wasn't last night enough?" Sasha laughed as I started kissing her neck. "Curtis, go!"

I smiled at her, put some sweats on, grabbed my keys and hopped in the car. The wind from last night's storm had let up, but there was still plenty of rain. On the way to the coffee cart I called my boss to let him know the situation. Twenty minutes later I was walking back into the house with three lattes in a cardboard drink carrier. 

The shower was running in the guest bathroom. Wandering into our master bath I found Sasha fully dressed and brushing her short grey hair. I paused in the doorway, admiring the line of her nylon-clad legs as they disappeared under a knee-length black skirt that hugged her round ass. I could see the curve of her large breasts and belly under her shiny purple blouse as she leaned over the sink. It would be so easy, I thought, to walk over there and lift up that skirt...

Sasha saw me taking in her curves in the mirror. "Don't even think about it, Fella," she said with a twinkle in her eye. "We're late enough as it is!" She turned around and leaned against the sink. "How long do you think it'll take Amy to get across town?" 

I thought for a moment. "This time of day... probably twenty or twenty-five minutes at best." I took a sip of my coffee. "That's assuming no accidents on the highway... does she have directions?"

"I don't know," Sasha said, putting on a pair of garnet earrings that matched her blouse. "I'll go print some off for her, just in case." She leaned over to kiss me, then grabbed her latte and walked out of the room.

I heard the shower turn off and the door to the guest bathroom open as I splashed some water on my face. Amy's bare feet pounded down the hall as I combed my hair and (after a moment's debate) decided not to bother shaving. I was dressed in a matter of minutes and walked into the living room carrying my coffee and Amy's. Sasha met me as she was coming out of our home office with the directions in her hand.

"You were right," she said. "Twenty-four minutes according to Google."

"Yikes!" I said looking at my watch. We drank our coffee in silence for a moment. "So, did Amy say anything when you woke her up?"

"Yeah," Sasha said with the ghost of a smile on her face. "It went something like, 'What the fuck are you oh my holy god what time is it?' I think I got that right."

I chuckled. "I was talking about..."

"I know what you were talking about Curtis," said a voice behind me. I jumped, and managed to spill coffee down the front of my shirt. I looked up to see Sasha trying -- and failing - to mask her laughter by taking a drink of her own coffee.

"Well," I said turning around to Amy, "at least your cup is full." Amy took the cup from my hand, looked down at my shirt, and let out a belly laugh. Even though I was embarrassed, I couldn't help noticing the enticing way her breasts and belly moved under the cream colored blouse she was wearing. Her blouse was a nice match for the conservative wool skirt clinging to her wide hips and the dark stockings peeking beneath it. I also noticed she'd put her hair up in a clip, exposing her luscious neck and showing some of the grey that usually hid beneath her brown hair.

"Sorry about that babe," Amy managed to get out in between laughs. "Thanks for the coffee, though. How much time do I have?"

Sasha handed Amy the directions she'd printed out. "Not much. You'll have to speed if you're going to get there in time."

Amy took a drink of her coffee while she looked over the directions. "Damn this is good," she said. She looked up at me. "It's a lot better when you put it in your mouth, you know."

"I know, I know," I said. "Look, I didn't have time for a shower this morning, so I decided to multi-task."

This brought another boisterous laugh from Amy. "Well, I've gotta get movin' kids," she said as she put on a wool jacket that matched her skirt. She walked to our front door, then paused, and turned to say, "I want to take you two out to dinner tonight. Some place quiet, where we can talk."

I swallowed. Was she feeling misgivings about the previous night? 

"Sure Amy," Sasha said next to me. "That sounds great."

"I'll, uh... I'll make reservations," I said. "What time will you be done?"

"Oh hell, I don't know... make 'em for seven. That should be late enough. See you guys tonight." And with that she was out the door.

I turned to Sasha, but before I could say anything she was putting on her own jacket. "I've got to get out of here too," she said. She reached out and pulled me in for a kiss. "Find someplace nice for us tonight," she said -- and then she was gone too.

I didn't have time to change my shirt, but I did anyway. By the time I reached my office I was more than an hour late and threw myself into the day's work. It was nearing lunch before I remembered that I was supposed to make reservations for dinner. I thought for a moment, then pulled out my phone and sent Sasha a text message.

"How about the Bayside Inn for dinner?"

After a moment the phone chimed with Sasha's response.

"Sounds good to me. I don't know if Amy likes seafood."

"I'll ask."

I found Amy's number in my phone's memory and sent a text her way.

"Hi Amy. It's Curtis. Do you like fish?"

Almost immediately the phone chimed.

"What are you implying, mister? ;)"

It took me a moment... then I felt my face go red. My fingers flew to compose an explanation when the phone chimed again.

"Kidding! Sure, fish sounds good tonight. For dinner too!"

I breathed a sigh of relief... if she was cracking jokes like that, hopefully that meant she wasn't regretting last night. In fact, she might be open to going further... my mind whirled at the possibilities. I called the restaurant and made our reservation for seven, then I put my phone down and got to work. 

I pulled into our driveway around 5:30. I was the first to arrive, and after putting down my briefcase and coat I decided it was a good idea to take a shower -- the smell of the mornings coffee bath was starting to get to me.

I'd just started washing my hair when I heard the shower door open. My cock started to stir as I heard someone step in behind me. "Got room for one more in there?" I heard my wife say. "I really need to clean up before dinner."

"You know," I said, "you just might." I rinsed my hair then told Sasha about Amy's text messages as she stepped under the shower head.

"Really?" she said. I watched the water run down her neck into the valley between her breasts. "I mean, it was one thing when she kissed me last night... that was an impulse as she was cumming." I poured some body wash on her lovely boobs and started slowly massaging it around her chest. "And I rubbed her clit while you were fucking her... but that was me touching her, not the other way around." 

"Speaking of the other way around," I said, putting my hands on her shoulders and turning her around. I poured more body wash on a loofa sponge and started to rub it around her back. She braced herself against the shower wall with one hand; I could only guess where the other hand was.

"I have to say I'm surprised," Sasha said as the water ran down her silver hair and along her shoulders. "I knew she was into you, but I didn't think she'd be into doing something with me. I never got the feeling she was interested in women. Of course, neither was I, back when I knew her in high school."

I moved the loofa lower, rubbing it around the curve of her hips and the underside of her round ass. "Well," I said, "You had your horizons broadened when you got out of that Podunk little town. Amy's been all over the country... maybe she's 'broadened' too."

Sasha grabbed the flesh around her belly and hips. "I think it's fairly certain I've 'broadened' since High School."

"Seriously, Sasha? One of these days you're going to believe me when I tell you how hot you are." I started to move the loofa between the cheeks of her ass and lower... ever lower...

"Maybe to you," she said quietly.

I turned her to face me and looked deeply into her green eyes. "It's obviously not just me, honey. You may just see proof of that later on." I leaned in to kiss her deeply, pushing my tongue into her mouth. It danced around hers for what felt like minutes as my rock hard cock pressed into Sasha's belly. Her hand reached down to stroke it, then she pulled it away.

"If we're going to make it to dinner we should probably get dried off. Besides, the water's getting cold." I reluctantly released her and we turned the water off.

A few minutes later Sasha was dressed again (much to my displeasure) and I started shaving. Our doorbell rang. I turned to look at Sasha.

"Uh... did you give Amy a key?"

"No," she said. "I thought you did." She rushed out of the room. I heard her open the door and apologize to Amy for leaving her on the front porch. I could hear snatches of their conversation as I finished shaving and got dressed. By the time I finished it was 6:30 and time to leave for the restaurant.

As we drove Amy told us about her training on the new system going into place at her company. Apparently she knew more about the system than the trainer, and she ended up running the session for him. "Not that he would admit it, of course," she said. "He'd say things like, 'I could tell you about the HR component, but since Amy knows all about it why don't we have her explain it.'" By the time we reached the Bayside Inn both women were laughing at the ridiculousness of male egos.

As we walked towards the restaurant, Sasha took my left arm. Amy took my right arm. I'll admit, I felt proud as I walked in between these two gorgeous older women, their large hips and breasts occasionally rubbing against me. I was grateful there wasn't much of a wait before the hostess showed us to our table, as my "pride" was growing more and more evident the longer they held on to me.

We settled into a quiet booth in the corner of the restaurant, with Sasha and I on either side and Amy in the corner. One of the reasons Sasha and I like the Bayside Inn is the distance between the tables; the booths don't butt against each other. Instead they're separated by windows, creating space in between them. This, the relatively small number of tables, and the dim lighting make the place feel very intimate -- in fact, you could believe you had the entire restaurant to yourself if you didn't look out into the dining area.

After we'd placed our orders Amy took a sip of her wine and carefully put her glass on the table. "So," she said. "you guys have done this before?"

"Oh yeah," I said. "We love this place. The food is great, and with the space between the booths --" 

"Be quiet, Curtis," Sasha said with a half-serious expression on her face. "You know what she's talking about. Yes, Amy, we've played with other women from time to time."

"Huh..." Amy said, and took another drink from her wine. "Anyone else from home? Or..."

"Oh, no," Sasha replied quickly. "Honestly, Ame, I hadn't given most of those people a second thought until the reunion. No, usually it was women we met at a... uh... a club we used to go to." I saw my wife's face start to redden a little.

"Oh ho! This gets better and better. You guys go to a sex club?"

"We used to," I said. "We haven't been there in years."

"Really? Why did you stop going?" Amy asked.

"Uh..." Sasha said. I was surprised -- she was rarely at a loss for words like this.

"The club changed over the years," I said, stepping in. "When we started going membership was limited to couples and single women. Later, though, they started to allow single men in the place and it started feel a little..." I glanced at Sasha. "Predatory?"

Sasha nodded, and seeming to get her "feet" under her again. "Yeah," she said, "that's a good term for it. The whole vibe changed. I started to feel like a wildebeest circled by a pack of hyenas. It just started to feel... creepy."

"I was always afraid of that," Amy said as she took another drink of her wine. "When Bill and I were married in Chicago there was a club like that. He wanted to go, but I didn't want to feel like a piece of meat." She propped her chin in her hand and looked at my wife. "But Sasha, you slept with other men when you were going to this club, right?"

"Not too often," my wife said. "The couple times I did it wasn't that satisfying."

"Well," Amy giggled, "after seeing what Curtis has between his legs I can believe that!" 

I rolled my eyes and Sasha laughed. "Oh, that was part of it believe me... but the guys just didn't do anything for me. And they were more interested in getting themselves off than taking care of me."

"But Curtis slept with other women?"

I glanced around and lowered my voice a little. "Well, yes, I fucked other women... but it was always something Sasha and I did together." I reached out and started to stroke Sasha's hand. "I have to admit, those are some of my fondest memories of that place. I loved that feeling of both of us making love with a woman. As a unit. It wasn't just me, and it wasn't just Sasha... we both made love to her together. But, uh... I guess you know all about that." I looked into Amy's eyes and saw her smile warmly.

She looked back to Sasha. "So... have you always been into girls? I mean, back when we were in school..."

Sasha laughed. "Oh no. I didn't even think about girls when you and I were in high school. You know how it was back home in the 60's... there were probably lesbians there, but no one ever talked about them. I didn't even know they existed. Until I was in college... I heard girls making noises together after lights-out in my dorm, and I realized that was something I could do too. So I met my first girlfriend and got more... experienced." Now it was Sasha's turn to stroke my hand. "I've always preferred men, obviously. Especially this one. But sometimes... a woman's touch is a nice change." 

"I've never been with a woman," Amy said -- then she lowered her voice and added, "Until last night, any way. I've always wondered what it would be like, but... well, not that much has changed back home since the 60's." She and Sasha both laughed. "Besides, I wouldn't know where to look."

"Well, that was another advantage of going to the club," I said. "I won't lie, I always got turned on when Sasha told me about her old girlfriends."

"Hey," Amy said, "Fuck you buddy! Who you calling old?" We all laughed this time.

"The club was all about sex," Sasha said. "We didn't have to pretend we weren't checking women out because we wanted to do them. Everyone knew why they were there... so we didn't have to figure out 'where to look,' you know? The other fun aspect of that place was watching -- and listening to - other people," Sasha said. "And showing off a little... dressing sexy. Having sex with Curtis in front of people and being as loud as I wanted..." Sasha's voice trailed off as she saw our server approaching the table with dinner.

As our plates went down on the table, Amy said, "I need to hit the can before I eat." Her face spread into a wicked grin as I stood to let her out of the booth. "But we're not finished with this. Not by a long shot!"

After our server left the booth, I turned to Sasha. "Hey, are you ok?"

"Sure," she said, digging into her shrimp scampi. "Why?"

"Well," I said, "a few minutes ago you seemed to get... a little nervous, maybe? You kind of stalled out for a second."

Sasha shrugged. "Oh, that. Uh... she asked if I'd ever slept with anyone from home. I'd never considered it, so I must have gotten lost in thought for a second. No big deal."

"Ok," I said. I could tell there was more to it than that, but I didn't want to push things. I took a sip of my wine and turned to my own plate.

Amy returned in a few minutes and I stood to let her back in the booth. As she settled into the corner she said, "Why are you guys sitting so far away away? Come on, get a little closer." After a look between Sasha and I we picked up our plates and slid closer to her. As I sat back down my eye traveled down the open collar of Amy's blouse (what do you want me to say? It's a reflex!) The gap between her round breasts was a lot wider than it had been earlier. She'd obviously taken her bra off while she was in the bathroom.

"So," Amy said taking a fork full of red snapper, "where were we? Oh, right... your sex club. Sasha, was that when you started shaving your pussy?"

Sasha choked a little on the food she was chewing and had to take a drink. Amy gave a satisfied chuckle and chewed contentedly as she watched her friend's reaction.

"Bitch," Sasha said once she'd finished coughing. She shot a look my way, daring me to laugh. I paid a LOT of attention to my plate. "To answer your question, no. Curtis suggested it when we were first dating. It sounded kind of kinky, and I'd never done it before."

"For the record," I said, "neither had I. We had to figure it out together."

"He's gotten pretty good at it over the years," Sasha said, taking another drink of her wine. "Like I said last night, I don't do it all the time, but once in a while..."

"I'll bet your friends at the club liked it when you did," Amy said.

"Oh yeah," I said, then remembered where we were and lowered my voice again. "It was always a nice surprise for them. We'd be on either side of a woman sucking her tits or kissing her and she'd reach down between Sasha's legs. 'Oh Sasha,' they'd say. 'You shaved!' They always paid her a little extra attention when that would happen."

"They did not..." Sasha said. She seemed to be getting a little embarrassed again.

Amy seemed to sense her friend's embarrassment and changed the subject to our dinner. After some discussion of how living in a coastal area made for great seafood restaurants, however, she was back at it. "So, didn't you get jealous, seeing Curtis sliding his cock into other women?"

This just seemed to embarrass Sasha more. I started to get a little concerned. "Uh... does anyone want some more wine?" I asked. I looked around the restaurant for our server.

"Curtis, it's fine." Sasha took a breath. "A little, Amy, but not a lot. Like Curtis said, we were both enjoying the woman we were with; it's not like he was cheating on me. I'm fine with Curtis fucking other women as long as he doesn't fall in love with them. As long as it's just sex, there's no problem at all. And..." she seemed to struggle for a moment, then she cleared her throat. "It was actually good to see him get to put his dick in someone. His sex drive has always been higher than mine - after all, he IS fifteen years younger than us. And..." Sasha let out a long sigh. "Well, since I started menopause, I've had issues with... dryness. I love the feel of Curtis' cock in me, but nowadays penetration just hurts. My tissues can't get moist enough, I guess." Sasha paused again and took a drink of her wine. "That's another reason we stopped going, really. My libido started to wane, and it hurt when he put his dick in me, and..." her voice trailed off.




Getting to Know Amy Better Ch. 03



We were all silent for a moment. Sasha had never told me this before -- I knew about her dwindling libido, of course, and that it had started to hurt when I put my cock in her. We found ways to have sex without penetration, and I generally took care of my own needs with masturbation when she wasn't in the mood. I'd never stopped to think, though, that these issues has played a role in our departure from the club. We'd just stopped going... I never thought much about it beyond that.

I reached across the table to take Sasha's hand. She looked at me and squeezed my hand, then moved her other hand over to Amy's. She looked at her friend and smiled. "That's one of the reasons last night was so special for me, honey. Curtis hasn't been able to put his dick inside someone for a long time. Yours is the first pussy he's been in for years." She looked back at me and quirked her mouth into a half-smile. "At least, it had better be."

"Oh, it was," I assured her.

"Wow, Sasha," Amy said, still holding her hand. "I had no idea. Some of my friends have mentioned getting dry as they got older but... well, it really doesn't seem to be a problem for me." Amy lifted Sasha's hand up and put it under the table. After a moment I saw Sasha's eyebrows raise. I looked down at the seat between Amy and I and saw that her skirt was pulled up, and her legs were bare. She must have taken her nylons off when she was in the bathroom too.

"Does it feel different than yours?" Amy asked after a moment. Her face was starting to flush, and I could see her hard nipples pressing against the material of her blouse.

Sasha leaned over a bit to let her hand play between Amy's legs. I casually scanned the restaurant to see if anyone was watching -- everyone at the other tables seemed to be more interested in their own dinners than what we were doing.

"Well, obviously, there's more hair on yours than on mine," Sasha said quietly. She leaned over even more, and I heard a quiet "squishing" sound. Amy gasped. "Mmmm... Amy, your clit is so big. Much bigger than mine."

I shifted a little in my seat. My dick was straining against my pants, and I reached down to reposition it. I felt Amy's hand take my wrist and move it over to her lap. My finger tips touched the soft skin of her big thighs, and I slowly moved them up until I encountered Sasha's hand exploring Amy's moist depths. I moved my fingers across the back of Sasha's hand as her fingers moved up and down in the trench between her friend's legs. After taking another look around the restaurant, I leaned in and started to kiss my way down the side of Amy's neck.

"Sasha," Amy said breathily, "what does it feel like? Having a shaved twat?"

"It's nice," my wife responded. "It feels clean, and every time something moves against your pussy -- " Sasha moved her hand across Amy's outer lips -- "you feel it. It always makes me horny."

Amy looked over to me, then back to Sasha. "Would you let Curtis shave me tonight?" 

Sasha grinned and pulled her hand back. "I think we should get the check, don't you?" Amy and I nodded in unison.

As we walked back to the car I suggested that Sasha and Amy sit together in the back seat. "Only if you keep your eyes on the road, pal," my wife said. 

I promised to pay attention to my driving, and I was as good as my word... for about two blocks. I could hear my two lovely ladies giggling and whispering in the back seat, but when I heard Amy gasp loudly I couldn't resist looking in the rearview mirror. Sasha had her hand inside Amy's blouse, which was unbuttoned down to her waist. Amy's frizzy brown hair was down, and my wife was kissing along her friend's jaw and down to her throat when she spotted me peeking. I snapped my eyes back to the road just as the clip which had held Amy's hair up came flying at me from the back seat.

"Home, James," I heard Amy laugh from the back seat. Her laugh quickly turned into a moan. My pants had become unbearably tight.

After a few more miles of whispers, giggles, and kisses I heard Amy say, "Can I touch it?" My cock strained against my pants, but I was determined to keep my eyes on the road. Then a pair of pantyhose came flying into the front seat, and I had to peek in the mirror again.

Sasha had her blouse open now, and her bra had been pulled up to expose her luscious breasts. Her skirt was hiked up to her waist and her legs were open. I could see Amy tentatively stroking between them.

"It's so smooth," she breathed into Sasha's ear.

"It was smoother yesterday right after I shaved," Sasha murmured. "It takes a few days to get really prickly, though." My wife closed her eyes. "Mmmmmm... that feels nice honey."

I did everything I could to stay in my lane and drive the speed limit while alternating my eyes between the road ahead and the action behind me. After a few minutes I could hear Sasha breathing harder. "That's good, Amy," I heard her say. "Two fingers... yes... rub your palm against my clit now... uh huh..." I saw Amy lean over to suck on one of Sasha's breasts. "Oh god... that's nice... that's so g-" I heard Sasha's voice cut off, then a small cry came out of her throat as she came all over her friends hand. 

As Sasha continued to pant under the attention Amy was giving her I pulled into our driveway. "Aw..." I heard Amy say. "Why did the trip to the restaurant feel so much longer than the trip back?"

Parking the car I glanced into the mirror again and saw Amy tentatively lift her fingers to her nose, then suck them one-at-a-time into her mouth. A smile slowly spread across her face.

I turned around to look at the two beautiful older women. "Do you guys want to take a minute before we go inside?"

"Fuck no," Amy said. "I'm so horny now I could fuck a goat! Get your ass in the house, Curtis!"

"Yes ma'am!" I said as Sasha burst out laughing. 



Getting to Know Amy Better Ch. 04



I got out of my car and went around to open the back doors, where my big beautiful wife Sasha and her high school friend Amy were sitting. We'd just shared an intimate dinner with Amy after seducing her the night before. We were a little concerned about how Amy was going to react to that seduction; after all, she and Sasha had both grown up in the same little redneck town over fifty-five years ago. It turned out we had nothing to fear... Amy had made that abundantly clear when she fingered my wife's shaved pussy to orgasm on the way home.

As I helped Amy out of the car she pulled her blouse open to let me see how hard her nipples had become, then she leaned over to kiss me deeply. After catching my breath a little I went around the car and opened the other door for Sasha. She also opened her blouse to show me her gorgeous tits, and kissed me as I helped her out.

The three of us walked into the house. Once inside Amy pushed me against the wall and kissed me, rubbing my cock through my pants. "I can't wait for you to shave me like Sasha," she said when she broke our kiss. "I want to feel this big cock inside my naked puss!"

Sasha and Amy headed for our bedroom while I went to the bathroom to get some razors, shaving cream, and towels. I also filled a basin with warm water.

When I got to the bedroom Sasha was laying on our bed with her blouse open and her bra off. Amy was on top of her mauling my wife's big, amazing tits. I set the shaving supplies down on our dresser and watched as Amy kissed and licked at one of Sasha's breasts, then the other, then back to the first. After a few minutes she kissed her way down Sasha's belly. Amy pulled my wife's skirt up and started stroking her pussy while she continued to kiss around Sasha's belly, then she moved her lips to the inside of Sasha's thighs. I saw her trace her tongue down one thigh, then move to the other thigh and do the same thing. She repeated this several times, coming closer and closer to Sasha's pussy. Finally, after a moment's pause, Amy settled in between my wife's thighs and started to slowly lap at her outer lips.

I watched Sasha's face as her eyes closed, then opened again. She looked directly at me as her hands moved down to her friend's head. Her fingers started to stroke through Amy's frizzy brown hair. Sasha's mouth opened and she gasped, arching her back and presenting her big tits to the open air. I moved to the side of the bed and started to suck on her nipples, catching them between my teeth and gently pulling as Amy continued to lick and suck between Sasha's legs.

I kissed my way up Sasha's throat and nibbled gently at her ear. My wife was panting now and soft grunts escaped from her lips. "Curtis," she whispered as I kissed around her face and hefted her big breasts, "lift up Amy's skirt and lick her while she makes me cum."

Never one to disappoint me lovely wife I walked around to the foot of the bed and lifted the edge of Amy's skirt. "Ooooooo..." Amy said as she felt the cool air come into contact with her bare thighs and ass. She got up on her knees, opened her legs and arched her back to present her pussy to me. I knelt down and ran my tongue up her hairy slit. "Goddamn," Amy moaned, her voice muffled between Sasha's legs. "I can't wait to feel what that's like with a naked snatch!"

"It's... It's..." Sasha panted, "it's pretty amazing. God that's good, Amy! Put a finger in... gently..." I continued to lick up and down Amy's inner lips as I felt her shift around to slide a finger into my wife. "Gah..." Sasha's breath caught for a moment. "Slow... ly..."

I flattened my tongue as I felt Amy working her finger in and out of my wife's pussy. I ran it up her outer lips and down to her big clit, then back up again. I put my hands on Amy's big ass cheeks and spread them open, then slowly licked around her wrinkled brown asshole. Amy sucked in her breath. "Oh god... Oh Sasha... he's got his tongue in my ass."

Sasha was pulling on her nipples as she looked down at her friend. "Do you like it?"

"Oh... Yes!" Amy moaned. "It feels so dirty!" Sasha started to moan loudly. I kept circling Amy's asshole with my tongue and began to twitch my fingers against her clit as Sasha's orgasm caught fire. My wife's back arched as she moaned loader and louder, then her body began to shake as she clamped her thighs against Amy's head. 

As Sasha came down to earth I gave Amy's ass one last lick, then slowly trailed my tongue down her slit.

"God Amy," Sasha said when she'd caught her breath. "That was really your first time? You're a natural!"

Amy crawled up Sasha's body and kissed her, pressing their big tits and bellies together. I watched as their tongues tangled with each other, then Amy rolled over and took Sasha in her arms. Her fingers played in my wife's short silver hair.

"I just thought about what would feel good to me, and I did it. I'm glad you liked it."

"Mmmm... I loved it. Damn..." Sasha closed her eyes, then she opened them, looked at me, and laughed. "Poor Curtis... he looks ready to burst."

Amy looked at the tent in my pants and laughed as well. "Why are you still wearing your clothes, silly? Get those pants off!"

"I'm more than happy to," I said. "But you better get yours off too; we've got some shaving to do, remember?"

"Oh, goody!" Amy shouted, and disentangled herself from Sasha. I went back to the bathroom to refill the basin (the water had cooled while Amy was heating up my wife.) By the time I got back in the bedroom Amy was naked with her legs over the edge of the bed, her big round ass on one of the towels I'd brought in.

I took a moment to savor her big, luscious body with its soft round tits, pillowy belly and big thighs. My wife was savoring it too, slowly tracing her fingers up one side of Amy's body and down the other.

As Sasha continued to caress her friend I settled down on the floor between her thighs. I soaked a washcloth in the basin of water, then slowly rubbed it between her legs.

"Mmmmm..." Amy cooed. "That feels nice and warm." I squeezed some water from the washcloth and got Amy's pussy hair nice and wet. Then I shook the can of shaving cream and applied a liberal dose to her lips. Amy laughed when she felt the jet of cream against her crotch. "God that tickles!" I worked my fingers into the hair on either side of her slit, making sure the shaving cream was evenly distributed. Then I got the razor nice and wet. I paused with the razor dripping on her foamy lips.

"Here we go," I whispered. Amy sighed, and Sasha leaned down to give her a deep kiss.

I put my hand on her belly and pushed slightly to make her vulva more taut, then I slid the razor down the left side of her pussy. A bare trail of skin was left in its wake. I swished the razor around in the basin to the dislodge the hair, then repeated the action to expose another patch of skin.

Amy continued kissing Sasha as I removed more and more of her pubic hair. As I moved my hand from her belly to her thigh, I glanced up and saw Sasha sucking on her friend's breasts.

Amy sighed again. "God, this feels so... indulgent! Just lying here and feeling you work between my legs... The way the razor pulls on my hair as you work it around. I had no idea it would feel like this!"

Sasha chuckled as she licked around Amy's nipple. "It's nice, huh?"

"Yeah... God I wish I could watch you two fuck. I'd love to see Curtis slide that big cock of his inside your bald puss, Sasha."

Sasha chuckled again. "I wish I could show you, honey. I'm just not up to much more than a finger or two these days. We did videotape ourselves a few times, but I don't know where those ended up. Besides... video tapes? I don't even think we have a VCR to play them on any more."

"Actually," I said, moving the razor around the conjunction of Amy's thigh and butt, "they aren't on VHS any more."

Sasha looked up. "What are you talking about, Curtis?"

"I transferred them before I got rid of the VCR," I said as I gently drew the razor from inside Amy's outer labia towards her thigh. "They're on a flash drive now, along with all the pictures."

Amy propped herself up on her elbows and looked at me. "Pictures?" she said excitedly.

I looked at Sasha. She looked at Amy, then nodded to me as her fingers continued to trace widening circles around Amy's breast. "Uh... yeah. I've always loved taking pictures of Sasha, clothed and... not so... clothed." I smiled. "Over the years we've put together quite a collection. I've even posted some online -- "

"With my face obscured, or pixilated," Sasha added.

I smiled. "Right... any way, we used to store them on DVD's. After a while they started to pile up so I put them all on a flash drive... and while I was at it, I converted all the videos we've taken and put those on the drive too."

Both women just lay on the bed looking at me. Sasha had started to pull on her friend's nipple with one hand while pulling her own with the other. "Well," she said, "what are you waiting for? Go get them?"

I laughed. "Sure thing... give me a minute." I wiped my hands and went to our home office. I plugged the flash drive into my laptop and carried it back to the bedroom. As I walked up the hall I heard Sasha say, "It was embarrassing when he first started -- I mean look at this body! I'm no model."

"Fuck you, Sasha," I heard Amy say. "I'd do you. Oh, wait, I guess I already have..."

"Anyway..." Sasha continued as I approached the bedroom, "I realized I was really getting turned on by the end of our little 'photo sessions.' When he started posting them online I got messages from all these men who said they jacked off while looking at me... and for a while there it wasn't him suggesting we take photos. It was me!" They both laughed as I walked back into the room.

"Did they send you their own pictures?" Amy asked.

"Some times I'd get a photo of one of their cocks. One time there was a shot of a guy's cock with a pool of cum on one of my photos."

"Ew!" Amy laughed.

"I know!"

I pulled a chair into the room and sat my laptop next to the bed. I fiddled with the machine for a moment, then a slideshow of photos and movies began to play across the screen. As it ran I settled back between Amy's thighs, and got to work on the other half of her pussy with a fresh razor. As I cleared away the hair from Amy's crotch I smiled at their comments.

"Oh, Sasha," I heard Amy say. "I love that corset! It's beautiful... and your boobs look great in it!"

"That's one of my favorites," Sasha laughed a couple minutes later. "I like how frilly and see-through that teddy is. I even put blush on my nipples so you can see them better through the fabric."

"Oh god," Amy said later. "Look at that vibrator going into your puss! That is so hot..."

I could hear the slideshow shift to one of the movies. I laughed as I heard my own voice say, "Oh yeah... slide them around that pussy. Nice, honey..." The squish squish squish sound of Sasha's fingers could be heard from the computer. Sasha was silent as the movie played, but Amy made soft "oh!" sounds as the camera caught my wife pulling on her inner lips, rubbing her clit, and sliding a buzzing vibrator inside herself.

After that things got quieter in the room, and I could swear the temperature went up a few degrees. I glanced up as I trimmed the hair from the underside of Amy's ass and saw her intently watching another video. This time it was me, pulling my cock. Sasha's voice could be heard in the speakers urging me on. When the jism finally erupted from my dick and all over my belly and hand, I heard Amy whisper, "Fuck! I don't think I've ever seen a man jack off."

Sasha turned to her. "Really? Your ex-husband never jacked off?"

"He probably did," Amy replied, "when he wasn't fucking his bimbos. He never did it in front of me, though."

"Well, you know us men," I said from between Amy's legs. "We're like little monkeys. Give us 15 minutes with nothing to do and we can't keep our hands off it..." Sasha and Amy both laughed.

Sasha stroked Amy's head. "You know how I was telling you before about... my dryness?" Amy nodded. "Well, that's kind of what we do now. Sometimes I'll give Curtis a blow job, and sometimes he'll eat me... but a lot of the time Curtis just masturbates and I kiss him and touch him while he does it."

Amy blinked at her friend. "That... that actually sounds incredibly hot." She looked down at me. "You don't mind doing it in front her, Curtis?"

"No, not really," I said. Amy's pussy was now completely bald. It looked beautiful -- puffy and pale, with her large clitoris standing out proudly from inside the trench between her labia. I picked up a fresh razor to make one last pass for any lingering hairs or stubble. "When we were first married I was a little ashamed about masturbating. I mean, I still did it -- little monkeys, remember? -- but I didn't want Sasha to know about it. I thought she'd be grossed out, or that she'd think she wasn't pleasing me enough." 

I felt around Amy's naked pussy, searching for stubble. "As our marriage went on, though, and... her body changed, I started masturbating more." 

"Go figure, huh?" Sasha said. 

"We finally talked about where things were, sexually... and I realized that what I was doing in private was a way for us to have sex together. Sex that doesn't hurt her like penetration does."

Amy looked at me for a moment. "Do it for me? Play with yourself. I want to see the cum fly out of your dick."

I smiled. "Only if you'll play with yourself while I do it. You've got a brand new bald pussy to touch." I stood up and wiped my hands. Amy gasped and reach down to touch her bare skin.

"Just a second," Sasha said and left the room. She returned with the massage oil I'd used on Amy the previous night. "Put some of this on it, Amy," she said opening the top. She let a few drops fall onto Amy's pussy lips. "It'll feel better if you moisten things up with some oil."

I watched as Amy's fingers rubbed the oil into her puffy lips. She had an entranced look on her face as she re-discovered the landscape of her pussy; she put both hands between her legs and started to rub from her slit out towards her thighs.

I felt Sasha behind me, undoing my pants. "That really turns him on, Amy" Sasha whispered. "He loves to watch me play with myself... sometimes he'll sit there with his cock in his hand, begging me to rub my pussy while he jacks off." Her hand reached into my underwear and pulled out my dick. It was hard as steel, and I could feel it pulse a bit as I watched Amy's fingers slowly trace up and down her labia.

Sasha poured some of the massage oil into her hand, then she rubbed it onto my cock. "You heard the lady, Curtis," she said in my ear. "Rub your dick for her. Splash those big tits with your cum." She lifted my hand onto my cock and started to move it up and down for me. After a moment I took over from her. As my hand felt its way back and forth across my shaft, she unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it off.

Amy turned her head to look at me. Her eyes followed the motion of my hand as I reached down to rub my balls, then feathered my fingertips up the shaft and around the tip of my head. I felt Sasha's nipples pressed against my back as I cradled my dick with my hand and began to pick up speed. Sasha's fingers stroked my chest and toyed with my nipples.

"Wait!" Amy said. She looked up at my face, her hands still between her legs. "I changed my mind... I want to see your cum. But I want to taste it more. Lay down."

I obliged, laying on the bed beside her. Amy rolled onto her side, her big tits brushing against my leg. She took my cock in her hand and pointed it towards her mouth. Her tongue slid out from her lips and slowly licked around the head. "God," she said, "Do you know how long it's been since I had a dick in my mouth?" She ran her tongue down my shaft to my balls, then back up to the head again. Her lips parted and she softly blew against the crown of my cock. I groaned. She giggled, then her mouth opened and she slowly engulfed the head.

Her lips fastened around the "helmet" of my cock and I could feel her tongue swirling around it. Slowly, slowly, she worked her way down. Her tongue kept moving back and forth as she made her way down the shaft, then she slid her mouth back up to the top. I saw her cheeks hollow as she sucked on the head of my cock, then let it pop out of her mouth. I groaned louder.

Sasha laughed. She sat beside me and started to stroke my balls as Amy slid back down my cock with her mouth. Her saliva started to run down my shaft as she bobbed her head up and down. She let the head pop out of her mouth again and she looked me in the eyes. "Pull my hair a little while I suck your cock, Curtis," she said. Then she slid her mouth back down. I looked at Sasha. She looked at me and shrugged, then began to stroke her hand down her friend's back and onto her ass. I ran my fingers through Amy's hair and grasped a handful. She moaned a little as her mouth slid down lower and lower. I gave her hair a little tug, and she groaned deeply around my cock. I looked back at Sasha. She smiled and nodded as her hand started to play between Amy's legs.

I tugged again, a little harder this time. Amy groaned louder, and this time she growled a little. Her mouth went even lower on my cock and I felt myself bump against the back of her throat. Her mouth traveled halfway up my cock, then slid back down again and ended up a little lower. This time I tugged her hair on the way up and she moaned, then slammed her mouth back down towards my pubes. I heard her gag a little as my cock made contact with her throat but she held herself there -- and swallowed.

My cock slipped further down Amy's throat. It was unlike anything I'd ever felt. I looked at Sasha, who was staring at Amy wide-eyed. Amy held me there for a moment, breathing through her nose. Then she started to make little humming sounds with her throat, sending vibrations down my cock.

This was almost more than I could take. I started to groan, and Amy slid back up off my cock. She looked up at me and smiled. "Now you know why they call it a hummer, Champ." She chuckled and looked back at Sasha. "What? You've never done that to him before?"

"No," my wife said. "I could never get him that far back in my throat. I gag too easily." 

Amy gave her an evil little smile. "Nice to know I've still got a few tricks up my sleeve. He's really going to like this, then!" She rolled over onto her back and hung her head off the edge of her the bed. "Come on Curtis. Fuck my throat while you watch Sasha eat my bald cunt. I want to feel your balls hit my nose." Her tongue licked around her lips lasciviously as her hands started to caress her big round body. "Come on, stud... fuck my mouth. Just promise me when you're ready to cum you'll pull out so I can catch it in my mouth." 

Sasha and I just looked at Amy for a minute, then looked at each other. Sasha sank down to her knees and started to lick at her friend's pussy. "Oh... oh god, Sasha," Amy cried out. "Oh shit, you were right. Oh fuck that feels good... Curtis, get that cock in my mouth right now!" 

She opened her mouth wide. I moved forward and she brought her hands to my hips. Amy guided me into her oral cavity inch by inch; in a little, then she held me... another inch, and she held me again. After a few moments I was all the way in her throat. Amy started to tug at my hips, moving my cock in and out. I got the message, and started to gently fuck her throat. She pulled at me, urging me deeper. I started to hunch my back and drill my cock into her as I reached out and grabbed her big tits. I squeezed and pulled them as she started to moan around my dick. I could feel the pressure building in my balls as my fingers and thumbs captured her nipples and pinched. She was breathing hard around my dick, and I saw her hands pulling Sasha's head deeper and deeper into her twat.




Getting to Know Amy Better Ch. 04



Suddenly, Amy exploded. Her pelvis shot up into Sasha's face as she made "Nggg Nggg" sounds around my cock. I pulled my hips back until just the head of my dick was in her mouth. Once her throat was free of my prong her mouth opened and "Nggg Nggg" became "Oooh! Ooooh!" As her orgasm subsided her lips clamped back on my dick and she started to bob her head back and forth on it; that was enough to tip me over the edge. I drove my cock into her mouth as I filled it with cum. I couldn't say how much emptied out of my balls, but it was more than Amy's mouth could hold and a bit dribbled out of the corner.

I collapsed onto the bed beside Amy. Once my senses returned I looked over to her as she stroked her hands up her belly and onto to her boobs, then back down again. I looked down Amy's body to find Sasha hugging her friends thigh and kissing around her pelvic area.

I rolled over to my side and took Amy's hand. "That was... amazing." I said. Her head came up from the edge of the bed. She looked at me, then tugged at my hand. I helped her sit up. She looked at Sasha, then looked back at me. She smiled, opened her mouth and showed us the pool of cum inside. Then she closed her mouth and swallowed.

"Ah..." Amy said, catching some of the cum that had dribbled from the corner of her mouth with her thumb and pushing it into her mouth. "You're right. Amazing is the word. God I've missed the taste of cum in my mouth."

Amy reached down to Sasha and drew her up along her body. I watched as the two women kissed each other, their round bodies pressed together. I know Sasha has never cared for the taste of cum, but that didn't stop her tongue from tangling with Amy's as they caressed each other's faces and licked at each other's lips. I reached for them as the two lovely women made out, and I started to stroke their legs, thighs, asses, backs, breasts... I got closer, and the three of us tangled into a big pile of flesh, everyone touching and squeezing each other. Amy turned her head to me and opened her mouth. I happily filled it with my tongue as Sasha sucked on her neck. I tasted the remnants of my cum on Amy's tongue as it darted into my mouth.

Amy broke our kiss and looked down, then caught Sasha by the chin and tilted her head up.

"How in God's name is this boy hard again? He just filled my belly with a quart of sperm!"

Sasha laughed. "He's always been like that. If you give him time to cool down, it takes a while for him to come back. If you start going immediately after he cums, though, he stays rock hard. I'd be careful if I were you... it takes him a long time to cum the second time!"

"Holy shit. No wonder you had problems keeping up with him," Amy said.

A wicked grin appeared on Sasha's face. "You think getting your shaved pussy eaten is amazing? Wait until he fucks you."

I kissed Amy again, pulling at her upper lip with my mouth. "Let me go get a condom," I said. I started to roll off the bed, but Amy's arm shot out to stop me.

"Fuck it," she said. "You say you haven't fucked anyone in years, right?" I nodded. "I sure haven't fucked anyone since then. I'm way past getting pregnant. Just put that thing in me, Curtis."

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"I'm sure," Amy said. "I need to feel that pole of yours cum inside me. Fill me up from the other end, Curtis." She pulled me to her and kissed me again, sticking her tongue deep into my mouth. She rolled me onto my back, straddled my hips, and slowly lowered herself onto my cock.

"Oooohhh fuck..." Amy moaned as she settled down on my dick. "Oh fuck... Oh Sasha you were right..." Amy started to rise up and slide down on me. "Oh fuck... how can pubic hair make such a difference? It feels like he's so much deeper now..."

Sasha got up on her knees beside Amy and held her. "I know," she said. "Feel your clit hitting him every time you go down?"

"Oh fuck..." Amy cried. "Oh yes... Oh god... It's like I'm rubbing off on him, but he's inside me... Oh fuck..." Sasha turned her friend's head to her and started kissing her as I rocked my hips up and down into Amy's crotch. After a moment Amy fell down on top of me as an orgasm raced through her. I paused to allow her to catch her breath... then I started to drive my hips up into her again.

"Oh shit...." Amy panted into the side of my face. "Oh God... He's still fucking me! Oh fuck!" Sasha laid down beside us and started to rub Amy's back as I continued to push my cock deeper and deeper into her.

"Amy," I said, "I can stop any time you want me to. I don't have to cum. Like Sasha says, it can take a long time."

"No," Amy said, clamping her thighs around my hips. "No, I want to feel you cum inside me. Don't you stop!"

"Curtis," Sasha said quietly, "Why don't you roll her over so she doesn't have to hold herself up?"

"Good idea," I said. I plunged deep into Amy's pussy, making her cry out, then slowly turned her over. Once she was on her back I lifted myself up onto my knees and rocked back and forth, driving myself into her. I loved watching her belly and tits ripple with every thrust, and reached out to stroke her big soft breasts. Amy stared up at me through half-closed eyes, her breath ragged. I felt Sasha behind me cupping my balls and licking my ear. This caused me to jerk and drive my cock deeper into Amy. She cried out and came again, quivering all over. 

Sasha's hand continued to rub my balls as she whispered in my ear, "Fuck her, Curtis. Fuck her deep. Pump her full of cum." Her other hand reached out to pinch my nipple as I felt the cum welling inside me. "Fill her up with that big cock and make the cum spurt out of her. Look at those tits. I loved sucking those tits. I love watching you fuck her. I love watching you fuck my friend. I want you to fuck her so hard you cum way, way inside her. Cum, Curtis!"

Like I said, I'm never one to disappoint my lovely wife. With a roar I exploded into Amy's pussy, pumping cum deep into her. I felt her quiver with another orgasm as I emptied my load inside her, spurt after spurt, then collapsed on top of her.

The world disappeared into a haze after that. I caressed Amy's head and shoulders as I slipped in and out of consciousness. After what seemed like an hour I slowly rolled over and landed between her and my wife. They both snuggled up to me, their arms across my chest.

"Sasha," I heard Amy say, still breathing hard.

"Yeah honey?"

"I don't have to be back home until Monday, you know. Would you mind if I stayed through the weekend?"

"Mind?" I heard Sasha ask. "I kind of hoped you would. We still haven't gotten you into our hot tub, you know..."