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One Is Good, Two Are Better

By: oldfogey



Rose is the model wife. What's even more impressive about her is that she has the same love of sex that most men do. Before we married, we spent many hours discussing our relative experience level. I learned she had been as active as I had and had enjoyed herself equally.

If you were to see her, you could understand why. Rose stands just a little over five feet three inches and weighs about 120 pounds. Her hair is a light brown with red highlights and hangs to her shoulders. She has a cute, pixie like face that brightens the world around her when she smiles. With measurements of 36-24-38, she has just enough padding that she fits perfectly in my arms. And that's where I kept her for the first several years we were married. Making love to her was always an adventure. As I said, she had plenty of time to experiment before we were married, she at 25 and me at 28.

Her experience had taught her what men want and she was as good at oral sex as anyone I had ever known. But what impressed me most was how she loved to fuck. When she was aroused, she wanted a hard dick in her hot pussy and admitted that she also liked to have her men slide it deep into her tight ass before they shot their load. I spent many nights using both her ass and that tight pussy, curled around her back and barely moving as I felt her channels gripping and vacuuming my cock as I cupped and caressed those delightful tits. They were a perfect mouthful and filled her 36C cups to perfection.

Like most couples we went at it hard and often for the first years, exploring the sensuality that marked our lovemaking. Then, although I had started my own business and could work from our home, I realized the frequency was diminishing, although the intensity remained as delightful as ever. We both recognized how we had slowed down from the time during our first years together. That's when we found out discussing our experiences with previous partners helped to build us to the point we could no longer keep our hands off each other. 

What I found surprising was that hearing her tell of her exploits in the back seat of her boyfriend's cars, in motel rooms, and in their apartments, made me hard as a rock as I visualized the delights she had shared with them. Her descriptions of the events that turned on her inherent sexuality were vivid and detailed. I found myself wishing I could have been there to see them fuck her and to join in.

That's what brings me to Mac's part of this story. We had known Mac for a few years before it happened. Mac was a cabinetmaker whose craftsmanship required him to spend many hours getting the detailed work done to his satisfaction and that of his customers. He entered our lives by building some closets in our remodeled home. With the time he took to complete that and later projects, he was spending more and more time with us, becoming more of a friend than a hired man. He joined us in the pool after a hard day's work, and soon he was enjoying quiet evenings with us, invited to our evening meal, drinks and swapping stories about our earlier days.

Mac was about our age, maybe a bit younger than my 35 when this began, but not much. He was single at the time and seemed to enjoy his time with us as much as we enjoyed hearing his stories about some of the things he had done and seen in his business. He admitted one night, after a couple of drinks too many, that it wasn't unusual for him to enjoy the wife of some of his customers while their husbands were at work. Rose had giggled and blushed. I laughed, but my ears perked up immediately. Our continued conversations about how much I wanted to see another man fuck her had gotten to Rose too. And Mac was exactly the kind of guy that I knew Rose would have been attracted to when she was single. Tall, broad shouldered, and not an ounce of fat on him from his physically demanding job, he had a sense of humor and a twinkle in his eye that intensified when he saw Rose in her tiny bikini swim suit that left so little to the imagination. That same gleam told me he had probably been as successful with the needy ladies as he had with his profession. I also didn't miss the fact that he was as interested in Rose as I had been when we first met. He was a playful bear and never missed the opportunity to tease her by yanking her bikini top off or sliding between her legs underwater causing Rose to screech in mock horror. I noticed that his tight Speedo trunks invariably were bulging after such playful antics. Yeah, Mac would be perfect, I thought to myself.

It was almost a year into his latest project with us before I began working on the plan that I hoped would lead him into be the first man to seduce my wife. I realized that he could be the perfect answer to my interest in seeing another man fuck her. I think Rose probably had it figured out before I did and showed by her nonchalance around him that she wouldn't mind. Rose got along very well with Mac and there was just enough teasing between them to tell me Rose probably wouldn't mind a relationship that included occasional fucking from him. She had never said anything one way or the other about her own sexual needs, and I knew it would be up to me to get it started. 

Rose had been, up to this point at least, and as far as I knew, completely faithful. But I had also seen some of the same hunger for sex that had brought us together from the first begin to diminish and I wanted that back. 

I began my campaign that night. It started with a slow, gentle fuck that seemed to last even longer than normal, without either of us wanting it to end. Rose was on all fours and I had those lovely tits in my hands as I slowly screwed her. I knew I had her on the edge of her orgasm before I slowed the action and began spinning a fantasy.

"Umh, this feels so good, I wish it could last forever. I wonder how Mac would like to screw you like this."

I felt her tense as she realized what I said, but I continued, keeping her right on the edge of release. Her body relaxed slightly hoping to continue the delight as my cock stroked that hot juicy core which seemed to have become even more lubricated.

"I can just imagine how much he would like to suck these sweet tits," I added, pulling on them gently and feeling her nipples tighten. I began to move faster and felt her body begin to stiffen once more from the early stages of her orgasm.

"Yes, yes," Rose said softly, lapsing into a moan of delight as she reached for her peak. "More, more, just like that!" 

That may have triggered it, I really don't know, but Rose was soon bucking against me in the throes of her own release as I continued to tell her how much Mac would like to be in my place.

"He would fuck you silly," I whispered in her ear as I drove into her, "and you'd love it, wouldn't you?"

Rose' body was jerking and shuddering, her eyes tightly closed. She was clutching the sheets so tightly I expected them to tear at any moment as I ground into her. Then I heard her softly say 'yes' twice more between her panting, moaning and final release.

We lay quietly holding each other closely as we both slowly recovered. A few minutes later, our sweat slicked bodies separated. Rose pulled her pillow beneath her head and rolled over onto her side, looking at me intensely but with a slow smile beginning.

"What brought that on?" 

"What?"

"What you said about Mac."

"Oh, nothing, really. I just thought how good it would be to watch him screw you."

"Are you serious? Do you really think I would let him do me?"

"No, not if you thought I would mind, but I'm sure he would love to and just the thought of his cock filling you up gives me a thrill."

"Why?"

"You know how hard it makes me when you tell me about the other guys who fucked you. I would just like to have been there to see it happen. Since I couldn't, I'd like to see him screw you."

"Wouldn't you be jealous?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "I might, but just the sight of anyone doing you would probably make me cum and cause me to fuck you again myself. I can't help but think you'd enjoy a little strange stuff every now and then, wouldn't you?"

She dodged the question. She was quiet for a minute and stared intently at my eyes before she asked, "Are you getting bored with me?"

"Not in the slightest, honey. I love you more every day, but I have to admit that I think watching some lucky guy fuck you would really turn me on."

"And makes you want to try something strange too, right?"

"Believe it or not, no. You're more than enough for me. I just think it would be something I'd like to see and Mac is the kind of guy I would like to do you while I watch."

Rose' smile broadened. "And what would you be doing while he fucked me?"

"Probably nothing at first, but then I'm not sure what would happen when I saw his hands all over you and making you cum. All I know is I would love for it to happen."

"Of course this is all hypothetical, but how would you go about arranging it?"

It was my turn to smile, and I did as I told her I wouldn't.

"I'd leave that up to the two of you. I wouldn't tell him anything, but I know that if you decided that you would like to try him and gave him the slightest opportunity, he wouldn't waste a minute getting his dick into your pussy."

"And doing what," she asked. Her smile widened as she reached between her thighs and took two fingers worth of my cum from her now drooling pussy. "Filling me with this?" 

As she asked, she offered me her fingers coated with the elixir of love. I took her hand and brought the fingers to my mouth, sucking them one at a time until they were spotlessly clean.

"Unh hunh," I nodded sliding down the length of the bed until my mouth was even with her breasts. She cooed with delight as I fondled one and sucked the hard nipple of the other into my mouth. I waited, enjoying the taut nipples of each until I felt her hands tangling in my hair and her hands pulling me closer to her chest. Rose knew what was coming and she pushed me down further as I relinquished her breasts for an even more delightful spot.

"Ah-h-h, that's it," she sighed as my tongue moved over the slippery lips of her cunt, then penetrated the softness to taste my own juices that were being given up slowly by her vagina. "I love it when you eat me."

She didn't have to say that, it was pretty obvious by the pressure I felt as her hands pressed me tighter into her crotch. I used my tongue like a scoop at first, taking all that she had to offer at the moment, then suctioning as much as I could from her core. My nose nuzzled her clit with each searching motion of my head and soon I felt her body going rigid again.

"Yes, yes," she said once more as my arms slid beneath that lovely ass and I lifted her pussy to my face. Her hips were jerking hard enough to bruise my lips. I knew Rose would cum any second now and I opened my mouth wide to receive the juices that lubricated that tight channel. The shudder of her body and her body going rigid told me she was there and loosening my oral grip on her, I let the effect subside slowly while delicately laving that little bit of heaven between her tightly locked thighs

I woke the next morning with the crust of cum hardened on my face and smelling like it had been an all night excursion in a whorehouse. I heard the shower running and got up to join Rose. 

After draining all the previous day's liquids from my system, I opened the shower door and slid into the stall with her. She offered no objections as I used the soap to produce a lather that cleaned my face at first, then another to smooth over her breasts and pubic pelt.

"They've already been washed, thank you," she laughed. Then, turning and taking my dangling rod in hand she looked into my eyes and asked a question as she soaped her tormentor.

"Do you remember what your said last night?"

"About what?"

"About Mac fucking me?"

I certainly hadn't forgotten and with my cock in her hands I felt it swelling immediately at just the thought, earning a smile from her

"Unh hunh," I nodded

"Were you serious?"

My cock jumped as if answering the question itself. Rose' smile broadened as she said, "Looks like you were, and feels like it too."

We fucked the rest of the day away.

It took a lot longer than I had expected, and our summer weather had turned chilly before Rose assured me that she thought Mac might be thinking that he had a chance to fuck her. She made it sound like she was still considering it until I reassured her that my thoughts hadn't changed.

"Well, it could happen I suppose." She wouldn't say anything more, but I knew it was going to happen eventually. Rose' interest appeared to have picked up too. She no longer wore the housedresses she had worn before Mac came into our lives. Now it was usually a blouse and skirt combination, often with the blouse showing deep cleavage. Bras were a thing of the past; not that she needed them.

Within a month she told me that each time they were alone now, Mac was coming on to her in various ways making it obvious he wanted her. I asked her about the progress Mac was making. He had been at our house almost daily over the last three weeks, doing a restoration job on the kitchen cabinets. Mac insisted that she be there when he was working so he 'could be sure she was happy with each step.' She told me she knew that her recitation of the day's events would bring me to arousal as she told me of his progress.

"I just have to make him think it's his idea, not mine," she told me after I had gotten the latest report and we had fucked ourselves to a standstill.

"Why?"

Laughing, she hit my shoulder with a tiny balled up fist.

"You haven't figured that out by now?" she asked, feigning incredulity. "All you guys are the same. We let you chase us until we are ready to catch you, and by the time you figure that out, we're married to you."

I grinned. "You aren't planning to marry him, are you? I think they call that bigamy."

"Of course not, but it wouldn't be any fun just to let him have a little without making him think he had seduced me."

"Oh. So how's it going? Is he getting close yet?

She hesitated a moment before saying, "Maybe. I've noticed that he's always 'accidentally' rubbing my boobs or my ass. I thought I'd give him a little extra eye candy tomorrow."

"How?"

"Well, you know that old tee shirt you like me to wear when we're just sitting around at night. The one that you always say you can see my tits through?

"Yeah."

"Well how about giving him a little to look at. I was thinking one of my half cup bras and my tennis skirt with no panties."

"If that doesn't do it, nothing will!" I told her, remembering how she liked to turn me on with that same costume when she wanted a little extra loving without bothering to get in bed. My cock swelled as I thought of how delicious it made her look – and how hot!

The next day Mac was hooking up our new sink. He hadn't failed to notice Rose' costume and the tenting of his trousers as soon as he saw it told Rose today could be the day. Rose sat on the countertop watching Mac work. To test the connection of the faucet, he turned on the water. Water shot all over the counter top and from under the sink. Rose howled in protest as she felt the cold water hit her. Jumping off the counter, she straddled Mac's supine figure as she clamped both hands around the still spraying faucet connection becoming thoroughly soaked in the process. Grumbling to himself Mac, his head and shoulders still under the sink. Quickly shutting off the water. In a muffled voice he asked Rose to hold the faucet as he got beneath the sink and tightened the connection. 

Rose, still straddling his body, was still gripping the faucet tightly as he began to edge his way back out into the kitchen. Rose had been thoroughly sprayed by the loose connection, dousing her tee shirt with enough water to make it transparent. He had heard her howl of protest, but she didn't back up even as he started backing out. Mac, sliding out from under the sink on his back and between Rose' legs, almost gasped as he was treated to the sight of Rose' tan legs, firm thighs and slightly open pussy lips as she did as she was told. Wow, he thought to himself. She's shaved and it looks beautiful! He delayed the trip from under the sink as long as he could and much longer than it should have been but she apparently didn't realize the view he had.

His cock had swollen as a result of the view he had gotten. Rose felt it press against her rear as he stood up behind her. He put his arms around her and tightened the still seeping faucet connection until it finally stopped. She sagged back against his hard frame and even harder cock without comment.

Shaking his head and trying to turn away without giving away the effect Rose had on him, Mac apologized profusely, grumbling that he hadn't expected a bath as a result of the two loose connections, but now felt like he needed at least a dry shirt.

"Looks like you need one too," he said with a laugh, pointing to Rose' burgeoning nipples protruding above the completely visible half cups of her bra. The cold water had swelled them at least as much as her realization of what had taken him so long to get out from under the sink.

Rose blushed, seeing the bulge of Mac's cock swelling against the thigh of his trousers. She knew she hadn't been wrong, he was really very well built. "Well, it's done anyway," Rose said shaking her head. "I don't think there will be any more surprises like that, do you?" She noticed that Mac had been unable to tear his view from her chest. She smiled and said, "Why are you staring? I know you've seen more of me when we were swimming in our pool." He managed to tear his eyes away without response before Rose added "I've got to get a towel or my hair is going to be wrecked," she said moving to the door of the laundry room. "Let me have your shirt. I'll put it in the dryer."

Mac heard the dryer start and then silence. Waiting for Rose to return, he thought of what he had just seen and knew that regardless of how good friends he and Earl were, he intended to fuck Rose. More minutes passed and he felt his cock swelling even more as he thought of just how delightful it would be to sink it in that lovely love chest. Still no sounds from the laundry room as he looked toward the slightly open door. He could see nothing in the gloom of that otherwise unlighted room until he pushed the door open and stepped inside.

The view he got was even better than he could have hoped for. Rose was now caught in the light from the kitchen wearing only a smile. Mac got a good view of her luscious body from head to toe. She seemed not the least bit perturbed by his ogling which disclosed that only a tiny strip of hair covered her pubes, as though pointing the way to heaven. 

"I thought I'd dry my skirt too," she said softly, stepping toward him. "You should give me your trousers and we'll dry them too."

Moving behind her with a smile, Mac slid his damp trousers down his thighs, leaving only his boxer shorts to shield his rampant cock. Rose turned toward him and lifted them from where they were trapped around his feet. As she rose, Mac stepped forward putting his throbbing manhood only inches from her face. Still he was shocked when she took it in one hand and gathered the damp trousers with the other.

"M-m-m, nice!" She said as she stood up still holding his thick shaft. She relinquished it and turned once again to the dryer, bending forward to put the trousers in the machine. 

Mac could no longer hold his lust in check. He stepped forward until his cock, separated from Rose' pussy only by the thin material of his shorts, slid between her thighs. He reached forward and cupped her breasts with both hands, feeling the taut nipples spearing the palms of his hands.


One Is Good, Two Are Better Ch. 02



I had to grin like a Cheshire cat as I entered our bedroom. Neither Mac nor Rose could have stopped what they were doing at that exact moment. Mac, with my wife straddling his pulsing cock, couldn’t have, and neither could Rose. Their pleasure was too intense. Mac was buried to the hilt in Rose’ pussy, intent on filling her with his cum amid Rose’ sighs of pure pleasure. His field of vision was narrowed by his concentration on her full breasts and his own need to thrust harder. With her legs straddling his body, Rose drove her hips down against his thrusts, trying to force him deeper into the depths of her pleasure pit.  She saw me from the corner of her eye, but couldn’t have cared less that I was watching her fucking our friend. She leaned forward until her breasts were brushing his face and I saw him take one and pull her down until he could suck the nipple of that lovely orb into his mouth. Mac’s hands were on her lovely, heart shaped ass, pulling it down hard as his hips buck, driving his dick into her cunt as deep as he could get it.

I waited, patiently, as Mac finished delivering his load into Rose’ pussy and her body began to relax from her series of orgasmic tremors. They both were languidly recovering from that high, and Rose was again sitting bolt upright with his cock still buried in her clutching cunt, when I cleared my throat and Mac realized there had been an audience for their fun.

A look of horror crossed his face. He stared at me in shock before he started trying to talk while attempting to push an uncooperative Rose off to the side, away from me. It was made difficult by the fact he was still buried in her cunt. Rose was smiling. She knew what she expected to hear from me.

“Earl, I….I…”

“Don’t.” I told him gently, waving my hand as though to protest his words. Smiling, I told him, “You don’t need to say anything. I’ve been after Rose for months now, telling her that I wanted to see another man fuck her, and we had already agreed that it should be you. I had a pretty good idea this could be the day when she showed me what she intended to wear while you were working. You’d have to be as cold as a sphinx not to have wanted to screw her, so it was just a matter of waiting until all the pieces fell into place. I was just lucky enough to finish working early today and wander in to this.”

I was walking across the bedroom to the far side of the bed where Rose now lay, smiling contentedly as I finished my little speech. Mac’s cock had shriveled and now lay across his thigh, still oozing the baby-making semen with which he had filled my wife. Rose, at his side, reached over and gave it a gentle squeeze as I sat down on the edge of the bed, next to her.

“Was it as good as you hoped?” I asked her, still smiling.

“It was perfect,” she replied slowly with a salacious grin of her own. She turned her head and looked at the still slightly shaken Mac. “And how about you, Mac? Did you enjoy that?”

I could have predicted the answer. Mac was anything but a fool. He assured her that it had been as delightful for him as it had been for her. I knew the attraction was there and had been just too tempting to pass up. I could see his cock stirring once again under the warmth of her hand.

“Looks like he might be thinking that a tad more might be in order,” I told Rose as I began taking off my shoes.

“M-m-m, could be,” Rose nodded, turning on her side and facing her lover who still lay on his back. “How about it, big boy, are you game for some more fun?”

Mac obviously didn’t know what to say, but when I stood and began taking off my trousers, I think he began to accept the idea I wasn’t complaining. I was taking my shirt off while Rose cuddled closer to him and gave him a lingering, sensuous kiss, letting one breast slide over his perspiration slicked chest as she slid higher to let her lips close on his. Her upper leg slid over his thigh until her knee was just below his slowly growing cock. He started to pull her over his body until she pressed him back down and said softly, “Not yet, you have to share this time.”

I was ready by the time Rose had Mac back in the mood. Now naked, I slid into the bed behind her as Rose took his cock in hand. Mac got the idea and turned on his side facing her as she pointed his now aroused cock at her pussy lips. I got a good view of it pressing between those engorged, reddened lips as he pulled her closer to him. I watched the bulbous head make its way into her vagina. It went in easily; sliding on the bed of cum, filling her until only his balls were left pressed tightly against her perineum. I suggested he pull partially out of her before I used three fingers to take the still warm cum leaking onto her thigh to coat the head of my cock and another dollop or two more to spread around and within her tiny rosebud. The best lubrication available made it slide in enough to allow her asshole to dilate as it was filled with my cock. What I had seen and the pre-cum coating of my cock head helped me to press it home and I began slowly working it into my wife’s ass.

She groaned softly as I worked it deeper into her and pressed her hips toward Mac’s cock, until he too was pressing into her from the other side. I felt the fantastic sensation of his cock working it’s own magic on the other side of that thin membrane as Rose’ hips shuttled back and forth trying to escape the imminent threat only to impale her on the opposite side. Finally, with a shiver of delight and a deep groan she confirmed what we all already knew.

“Oh, I’m so full! Hold still for a moment and let me get used to this.” Even as she complained, I felt her hips moving back and forth taking everything we had given her and slowly beginning to let the muscles expand to make it easier for her to accept.

“Wow! It feels like I have a baseball bat up my pussy and my ass,” she giggled as her hips moved slowly back and forth, gaining momentum as the muscles stretched to accommodate the total diameter filling her.

Our legs were in a tangle as we rode her back and forth for the next hour or so. I found myself clutching Rose’ tits, holding them to Mac’s mouth as she found a new delight. I already knew how tightly her ass could clinch my cock as I fucked her from that side as we had done before, but I couldn’t believe how fantastic it felt to feel her vaginal muscles rippling up and down Mac’s slow moving dick as I fucked her ass. 

“Oh, damn, why haven’t we thought of this before,” Rose squealed with joy as her fourth orgasm approached. She clutched Mac’s head tightly to her breast as she grunted her way through the first of a series of tremors that only seemed to intensify. She was panting hard when simultaneously Mac said softly, “I can’t hold it anymore, she’s making me cum.”

That was enough to set me off and soon all three of us were jerking and thrusting hard, battering Rose between us as we filled each of her orifices with hard jets of hot cum. Soon it was flowing over our bodies in small rivers to pool beneath us where our frantic fucking motions turned it into a white froth.

It was harder finding something to say after that first experience. I retired to the guest bedroom for a shower while Rose and Mac used the one in the master bedroom. We were all clothed and at least somewhat rested when we found ourselves on the patio an hour later.

Mac and Rose were in chairs next to each other, holding hands, when I joined them. Mac spoke first.

“Earl, I never expected anything like that, but I’m certainly glad that you and Rose decided I should be her partner for something that beautiful.” 

I noticed that Rose gave his hand a squeeze as I responded. 

“Mac, it isn’t something that everyone would give to a friend, and I have to admit I didn’t know if Rose would let you do her at first, but she’s the one you should be thanking for the pleasure, not me.” I smiled as I watched Mac kiss Rose softly before I continued. “I also don’t know if it will happen again. That’s up to her, but I can tell you from my point of view that joining the two of you in bed, or even just watching her enjoying a good fucking was the highlight of my year.”

Rose flushed, but added, “And I can tell you that I’ve never had anything quite that exciting happen to me before until now. I just hope you two guys will think about it some more and decide how you feel, because I would love to do it again with either or both of you.”



One Is Good, Two Are Better Ch. 03



Introducing Mickey and Ellen Campbell.  For those who wrote after enjoying part 1 and 2, This is a continuation of the story.  It takes a little turn here.  Tell me how you like it.  For those who wrote criticizing the content of the story and the actions of the characters, read something else.

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It had been a long, hard week on the road. Even though my home-based business usually gave me the best of both worlds, it still required me to leave home occasionally and contact potential customers in other cities. I knew that Mac would do his part to keep Rose at the peak of her re-discovered interest in sex, so I knew she wouldn't suffer from a lack of consortium.

"I'm home," I shouted gleefully as I dropped my suitcase and whipped off my tie. There was no response at first, although I could hear a rhythmic thumping sound coming from the bedroom wing of our house. I picked up my suitcase and started down the long hallway before I got a response.

"We're back here," I heard Rose call out from our bedroom. I wasn't surprised, assuming that Mac was giving Rose one of his famous mid-afternoon fucks, so I continued down the hallway until I reached the open door into our bedroom. 

What a lovely surprise! A set of hairy male legs were visible, drawn up to near vertical beneath a tight, heart-shaped ass that was busy posting up and down on a thick cock coated with the juices of the pussy wrapped tightly around it, but it wasn't Rose's and it didn't slow down despite my entrance. At just that moment, the owner of the pummeling ass emitted a prolonged groan. She released my wife's tits, which had been tightly clutched in her hands and leaned back against the upraised thighs. She was shuddering with relief as her orgasm peaked and she made a final bone jarring descent on the hardness filling her.

I didn't recognize her and was no doubt looking rather shocked. Rose, still sitting on a face beneath her turned her head and smiled. 

"This is Ellen," she said as though introducing a lady who had just stopped in for afternoon tea. "And this," she added pointing down to the thick brown thatch of hair barely visible between her thighs, "is her son, Mickey." Rose got to her knees, lifting her sodden pussy from a face wet with her juices and I realized it was our paperboy who I recalled had just graduated from high school. Neither Rose, nor Helen appeared surprised at my presence, and Mickey looked just disappointed as Rose lifted one leg over him and edged over to the side of the bed so she could stand.

"Don't go away, and don't lose that thought," she admonished the young man who was wiping her juices from his face with one hand. "We just need to take a break and tell my husband what's going on." Turning to Helen, she lifted one hand in introduction and said, "Earl, meet Ellen Campbell." Turning slightly, she lifted the other hand and said, "and obviously then, this would be Mickey Campbell who I'm sure you know, although perhaps not by name."

I did recognize Mickey and smiled at him. Ellen was struggling to unhook herself from the long, thick cock impaling her. I could see her disappointment but she gave me a bright smile as I waved at her not to get up. Reluctantly she dismounted and said, "I have to get up anyway. I need a shower after that." Clutching her pussy with one hand, she got to her feet and went into our oversized shower barely able to contain the flood of semen that had already started to trickle down firm thighs. 

Mickey hurriedly got off his back and stood up, A shy grin was on his face as he offered his hand to shake mine and he followed his mother into our bath. Rose, abandoned, smiled at me.

"I guess you're wondering how this started," she said with obvious relish. "I'll tell you as soon as I get my own shower." 

I was able to nod as I studied my wife's body, obviously thoroughly clutched and squeezed in all the appropriate places. Her own pussy was a sodden mass due in part to Mickey's interest and hunger.

I had enough time to put my clothes and suitcase away before the threesome returned to our bedroom. They had taken advantage of the robes we kept in the dressing room, enroute from the bath. They started to sit on the bed before Rose suggested moving the conversation to the family room where it would be more comfortable.

"Mac was busy most of this week while you were gone and we only had time for a couple of quickies, so I was pretty horny," Rose began. We had seated ourselves on the couches that faced each other in what had become our usual arrangement, something we had decided after I realized how much I enjoyed watching Mac fondle and kiss Rose before we all adjourned to the bedroom. Now, with Ellen and Mickey on one, and Rose and I on the other, I had a better view of the mother and her child. Mickey was a well-proportioned young man with bright blue eyes. His smile mirrored that of his mother who appeared to be almost as tall as her son. I hadn't met Ellen before although Rose had mentioned her in the past. Seeing her now gave me a much better appreciation of this lady. Her blue eyes mirrored her son's, although her hair was a beautiful carrot colored red, hanging to her shoulders. My attention however was held by her perfectly developed breasts. Because it had no tie, she had pulled the robe together as much as possible, but now as she leaned forward, it fell open, giving me a delightful view. She caught my admiring smile and then sat back closing the gap, but retaining the smile. She obviously knew I was already an admirer.

My attention had been distracted, and I managed to check back in just as Rose was describing how she had come to be entranced by young Mickey.

"He was collecting for the paper the night you had to leave. I had just had my bath and was still in my gown when he came to the door. I opened it before I thought of how I was dressed."

I knew the robe Rose was describing. It was one of my favorites, and also that of Mac. While nearly opaque, if Rose was standing in the light, as she would have been after turning on the light on the porch to see who was at the door, it became almost transparent. It was also tight enough to give anyone an almost perfect outline of her figure, hugging and accentuating every curve.

"I invited him in and told him to sit down while I found my purse and got the money we owed him. He was telling me, as I looked for my purse, that he had graduated the previous Friday. When I found it, I began to write the check before he told me that he would have to give up his paper routes after the summer ended so he could devote all his time to going to the community college here. That surprised me a bit. I didn't think he was old enough and asked him how old he would be when he started. That's when he told me that he had just turned 18 the previous Saturday."

I smiled and congratulated him both on his plans and also his birthday, mentioning that this deserved a gift.

Rose laughed. "That's what got this started. I realized as I sat there under the overhead lights that I was in my gown, giving him the view you and Mac like so much. I must have blushed crimson, but I asked him what he would like as a birthday gift before I looked up and saw the bulge in his pants. He stood up and walked over to me, then took my hands and lifted me out of my chair. He told me that a kiss would be perfect. Honest, honey, I had no idea that he would want something like that from an old lady like me, but I decided that it was what I wanted too. He put his arms around me and pulled me so close I could feel his cock against my belly and it turned me to jelly. Then he gave me a kiss that you would have been proud of. All the hornies came out at once. I opened my mouth slightly and let him feel my tongue on his lips. He took it from there," she laughed.

"What a kisser he is. It felt like his tongue was on my tonsils, and it felt wonderful, especially when I felt one hand come up and cover my breast. I was really hot by that time and couldn't help but reach down to feel how big he was. That's when I found out there was a third stud in the neighborhood." 

I looked over at Mickey and, although blushing brightly, he was smiling as he listened to my wife tell me how she had 'seduced' him.

"He's at least as big as Mac," she continued, "and it felt so good I knew I had to have him. So, as soon as he released me, I just kind of slid down to my knees and began unbuttoning his pants. When I got the zipper down, he pushed his pants and shorts down to his knees and gave me a good view of what he had. You know me, I can't resist a hard cock and his is beautiful. I could taste the pre-cum as soon as I could pull it down to my mouth, so I started sucked him." She giggled before adding, "it didn't take long. He shot his load before I could get him all the way into my mouth. I could tell he was embarrassed, so I just held him in there while I swallowed that load. Then I got up and told him not to feel bad. I wanted to give him more than that and suggested we go back to the bedroom."

"He stepped out of his pants and shorts, then took my hand as I led him back to the bedroom. He took his shoes off while I got out of my gown. I was laying back and thinking of how good this was going to feel when I felt him lay down between my legs and begin squeezing my tits. I couldn't believe he planned on doing some muff diving, but I decided that whatever he got would be my gift to him. So, although it surprised me when I felt his tongue going up my slit, I just opened wide and let him do what he seemed intent on doing. What I found out was that regardless of how well he kisses, he's even better at eating pussy."

I looked over to the opposite couch to see the reaction. Mickey was still blushing and his smile was even wider. Ellen was looking at her son with obvious pride and had put her arm over his shoulder. As I watched, the young man turned slightly toward his mother and his hand found it's way to his mother's thigh beneath the robe. As Rose continued, I saw that hand slide between the facings of his mother's robe and press tightly against her pussy with no apparent objections from her. Ellen was smiling and spreading her legs, giving her son complete access to her carrot colored muff. I watched as his middle finger disappeared into his mother's twat.

"I've never cum so hard since Mac fucked me the first time," Rose said, rubbing her breasts as she continued her story. She was watching Mickey who, by now, was slowly finger fucking his mother. "He ate my pussy for what seemed like hours. I couldn't tell because I was cumming so hard. Then he got on his knees and pulled me down the bed until his cock was against my pussy. He went in very easy because I was so wet, and it felt wonderful to feel that hard dick buried to the hilt in my cunt. He put his hands beneath my knees and lifted them until they were almost in my armpits before he really began fucking me. It was nice and slow and I must have had at least three orgasms as he fucked me and before he shot another load in my cunt. I told him to relax, but he just started all over again as soon as he had cooled off a bit. There's nothing better than a young lover and damn, he feels so good in my cunt. I wanted him to fuck me al night. "

I looked over again to the mother/son combination on our couch. Mickey has slid down until his head was even with his mother's chest. He had one breast in his mouth while he continued sawing at least three fingers of the other hand in and out of his mother's pussy. Ellen was clutching him tightly to her breast with two hands and groaning softly as her hips bucked against her son's hand in her crotch. She reached orgasm as we watched, and lay back against the arm of the couch as her son began lapping at the juices he had stirred from his mother's glistening pussy. Both hands were behind his head, pressing him deeper into the fire colored muff.

It was too much for Rose. As I watched, she got up from the couch and went over to where Mickey was delighting his mother. She knelt between his thighs and began unfastening the fly of his trousers he had put on following his shower. His swollen cock sprang free and I watched my wife's head drop down as her mouth opened to inhale that rigid rod. 

That was enough for me! My own boner was threatening to tear a hole in my trousers and the sight of Ellen's big breasts wasn't helping. I pulled my trousers off over my shoes, and let her get a view of what I wanted to give her. She tore her interest in what her son was doing to her away for a moment, including how Rose was now bobbing up and down on Mickey's own long, thick endowment and licked her lips in response to the view. I got up, walked over to where Mickey had her stretched out on the couch and put my cock to her lips. With a smile, she reached around my hips and pulled me closer until she could reach the already leaking cock with her tongue.

"Oh, I love sucking cocks," she managed to say before I felt her lips close around my throbbing dick and felt her pulling me close enough to feed my entire length into her mouth. She moaned with pleasure as I began pumping my cock back and forth, whether from enjoyment of what she was tasting or from what her son was doing to her, I wasn't sure. It made no difference. I knew she was a world class cock sucker and I wanted to see if she could handle the load of cum that was ready to blast a hole in the back of her throat. I almost didn't get to do it, because her mouth opened wider and she took my entire length into her sweet mouth. I could see the bulge in her throat as she went all the way down to my balls. That set me off and the first blast went directly into her throat before I could pull back enough to fill her mouth with my hot load. I watched her swallow rapidly as she sucked me dry. Her eyes were turned to mine and I could see her obvious enjoyment of the pleasure we were sharing before she let my still semi-rigid cock pull out, suddenly too super sensitive to enjoy more. Just then I saw her body tense and she began trembling as Mickey's own work paid off in the orgasm she was enjoying.

Rose didn't miss a drop of Mickey's cum when he felt his mother's orgasmic juices spray over his face and into his mouth. But Rose wasn't going to let him get away that easily and, even as he rolled over on his back, she followed his retreating cock, determined to have more of that young juice. Mickey actually started trying to push her away, but Rose was unrelenting, burying her face into his pubic pelt as she continued sucking up the last of his cum.

I think all of us had had as much as we could handle for the moment, except Mickey. Even as he pushed Rose away from his still rigid rod, he was groping her tits. Just a few minutes was all it took before he was behind her, her head still on the couch, pummeling her pussy with the energy of youth while his mother watched with a shy smile.

"Do her good, Mickey," she told him softly as the teenager reached beneath my wife's frame and found her swollen breasts. He hung on them tightly as he fucked her. It got to his mother too and the next thing I saw was her getting off the couch, rolling onto the floor beneath Rose and beginning to lap at the connection where her son's cock was stroking slowly in and out of my wife's pussy. Her finger's found Rose's clit and she began stroking it gently, using the cum still draining from Mickey's cock as a lubricant.

That sent Rose into orgasm immediately. I watched as her body shook from the sensations that were sending her on a long trip to paradise. Mickey must have sensed it too, because within minutes he was pummeling Rose's ass at a fantastic rate until with a final bone jarring thrust he sent his dick into the farthest reaches of my wife's vagina and groaned with satisfaction as another hot, thick load filled her to overflowing. 

Even Ellen with her prodigious capacity for cum couldn't take all the lust that was flowing from my wife's cunt. I could see trickles escaping from both sides of the connection she had established at the juncture of Rose's cunt and her son's cock. I couldn't do a thing about it, regardless of how much I would have loved to slide into Ellen's exposed pussy. Her cock sucking talents had disarmed me regardless of how much I wanted to do her.

I offered her a hand up as she slid from beneath Rose's body. She took it and got gracefully to her feet before sitting down on the love seat next to me. Her robe was still unfastened, giving me a view of her world class tits once again. It gave my still depleted cock a slight rise, but not enough that I could do anything about it. She saw me looking though and gave me a shy smile as she sat down beside me. I put my arm over her shoulder, casually brushing my hand over her tit only to have her take it and hold it over that lovely orb. Turning her head, she looked at me closely before I accepted what I thought was an invitation and kissed her. Ellen was just as accomplished at kissing as she was at everything else I had seen today, and it turned into a long, drawn out tasting of each other which was very pleasant.

We were interrupted by Rose's low groan as her young lover dismounted. The flow of semen from her swollen pussy was almost too soon for her to catch, but she managed somehow and lifted the almost filled hand to her mouth, lapping it as though it had been a treat poured into the palm of her hand. Mickey had slid from her stretched pussy and now stood behind her, his cock at a 20 degree or so angle hanging down from the horizontal, but still remarkably rigid for a tool that had been given so much use during the time I had been home.

"That's what I meant," Rose managed to say as she got slowly up on shaky legs and smiled at her young lover. She took him in her arms and hugged him tightly. He seemed almost embarrassed now to have that hot body of hers pressing tightly against his.

She laughed when she saw how uncomfortable he was. "Don't worry Mickey, Earl doesn't bite and he knows all about my appetite for sex. He's got one of his own and I see he's already thinking about your mother, aren't you, dear?

* * * * *

To be continued in part 4. I find out that Mickey has a sister who is only slightly older and just as entranced with her father as Mickey is with his mother. Mac reappears with a surprise of his own. 



One Is Good, Two Are Better Ch. 04



Introducing Lucy and her father, Paul..

It was the day after my encounter with Mickey and Ellen Campbell before Rose started coming down from the high her own meeting with them had brought about. After a night of fantastic sex, Rose was telling me what she had learned about the Campbell clan.

“She told me that her husband, Paul, has been screwing their daughter ever since she was old enough to enjoy it and that sometimes both he and Mickey take her at the same time. That’s what Ellen says she really enjoys because it leaves Lucy so full of cum that she can spend hours eating her.

“So Ellen goes both ways?”

Rose laughed. “I thought that was pretty obvious after yesterday, but then you missed the part where she ate me out after Mickey fucked me the first time.”

“How did that come about?”

“Well, Mickey had me pretty well worn down and we were just sitting around while I built up enough energy to give him some more. He asked if he could use our phone to call home. Of course I told him that was okay. Evidently Ellen answered because the first words out of his mouth were ‘Ma, I’ve found someone just like us. You’ll have to come over and meet her.’ I almost fell through the floor. I hadn’t expected anything like that. Anyway, he went on to tell her all about having just fucked me for three hours straight. I must have turned cherry red, because when he finished telling her about us, he turned, saw my face and laughed. He told me not to worry, his mother was well aware of how many of the ladies on his paper route he fucked, but it had never been anything like this and he wanted her to meet me.”

Rose continued. “It turns out that they live only a couple of blocks from here and Ellen would be coming over to meet me. I started to get up and put on some clothes, but Mickey said not to bother. The both of them would prefer it if I stayed naked. He began telling me about his family and how all of them were into sex at least as wild as anything he had done with me. When he got to the point he was talking about sharing both his sister and his mother with his father, I had a hard time believing it and started to get a little nervous.”

“You’ve seen Ellen, so you know what a knockout she is and believe me, the way she dresses, you would never know what a sex pot she is. She could have been going to a PTA meeting the way she looked. Very conservative. Mickey and I were still naked, just as Mickey had told me. It obviously didn’t surprise her a bit. She gave me a hug, told me how glad she was to meet a friend of Mickey’s. She gave Mickey a little longer hug and then sat down on the couch just like she belonged. I must still have been beet red and began apologizing for our lack of clothing when Mickey laughed and told her that he hadn’t told me about his family’s preferred dress – none!”

“That made me feel a little better, but I was still a little taken aback by the openness and apparent comfort Ellen showed. I suggested that we have a cup of tea and talk about this. Ellen agreed and followed me into the kitchen. We were talking as I put the pot on to boil and it was so comfortable I couldn’t believe it. That moment of comfort almost ended when I felt her hands reach around me from behind and cup my tits. I almost spilled the hot water for the tea and I know she knew how tense I was at the moment. She told me to relax, that I had a beautiful body and she was just admiring it. Then she had me put the teapot down and turn around. She had lifted her own top and those lovely tits of hers were standing so high and proud. Her nipples were hard as rocks and standing straight out. I haven’t touched another woman’s tits since I was in college, but this was just to good to pass up. She pulled me close to her and I could feel my own nipples getting just as hard as hers as she kissed me. It wasn’t one of those neighborly kisses on the cheek, in fact you could take lessons from her. I felt her tongue on my lips and opened my mouth. That’s when she began french kissing me like I’ve never been kissed before. You’re good honey, but just wait until she sucks your tongue right out of your mouth!”

“I finally managed to get the tea made and we went into the living room to drink it. Even Mickey joined in, but all the time he was sipping it, he had his arm over his mother’s shoulders and was fondling her tits. I almost didn’t get to finish mine because of what he was doing to her and how it made me feel. I couldn’t resist joining them so we adjourned to the bedroom. He had just finished fucking me a second time, with Ellen sucking my tits, when you came home. You saw how nonchalant the two of them were. I couldn’t believe it.”

I would have had a hard time believing it either, but having seen the ending of a perfect day for my wife, I knew it was true. What’s more while she had been relating her adventures my own libido had been growing. We finished the afternoon with a fantastic fuck.

“The Campbells have invited us over for a get together tonight,” Rose told me when I finished working the next day. “Should we go?”

What a question. After what I had seen when I returned home had made me horny as a billy goat. I couldn’t keep my hands off Rose, and I knew that I would be equally ready to see if Ellen had the same effect on me as she had the first time. After assuring Rose that we should, I was almost expecting her next suggestion. 

“I need to go shopping for some clothes,” she said. “I had to decline Mac’s invitation to have dinner with him one night because I didn’t have a thing to wear, and I don’t want to do that again. He might get the idea I don’t want to do him again.” 

I didn’t mind that idea although I knew Rose’s closet was packed with clothing. I also knew that the days when she would have been satisfied with the clothing she owned had ended when she found out how much she was enjoying our current lifestyle. She had been hinting around that she needed to make some changes and I had to agree.

We’re fortunate enough to live in a city large enough to have some shops that deal in more or less erotic dress styles for the ladies. Rose had never shopped in them before, but I knew that was more what she had in mind now that she realized I had no qualms about her exhibiting her wares. So the big shopping trip was on.

Enough money had passed over the counters to make a couple of month’s mortgage payments before Rose was satisfied. But at least I had the distinct pleasure, when we returned home, to have her model them for me.

My personal favorite was a blue, strapless cocktail dress that ended just above her knees. The skirt was slit to mid thigh giving me a flash of full, firm thighs when she walked or sat down. The top was cut so low that her breasts were barely contained by the built in bodice, displaying a mouthwatering display of creamy cleavage. It darn near made us late for the gathering with the Campbells that evening.

I was a little surprised when Paul and Ellen met us at the door and led us into their dining room. I hadn’t expected much in the way of food. Fortunately, it wasn’t a full meal, but there was still so much that it behooved us to sit down at the large circular dining table to partake of the offering. And what an offering it was! Not so much the food as the beauty of the ladies of the family. Ellen glowed in an emerald green cocktail dress of her own. Wide cutouts in the bodice barely covered her own full breasts. The full and flowing bottom was cut several inches above the knee, allowing her own legs to flash in the dim lighting of the room.

I was introduced to Lucy, who could have been a carbon copy of her mother with full breasts and a curvaceous body that was enticing in a tightly fitted black cocktail dress that hugged every curve, relieved only by a slit on the side that revealed long legs.

Paul, Mickey and I were the drones of the fashion parade, wearing business suits. Paul, like his son, was a tall man, towering at least four inches above my own six feet. He also was as handsome, as his wife and daughter were beautiful, with an even tan that set his coal black hair off perfectly. He had a firm handshake and a line of patter that made you like him immediately.

We were arranged around the circular glass top table enjoying some laughs with the food before I realized that the table gave me a clear view of what was below it. Mickey had his hand in the slit of his sister’s dress so high it was almost lost in the crease made by her thighs. I could see it moving slowly up and down the length of Lucy’s thigh. She seemed to be enjoying it and her own hand was in her father’s lap, curled around his thigh where the bulge of his cock was thickening even as I watched.

“Ellen told me that between she and Mickey, you already know all the secrets of our family,” Paul said with a smile. “So there’s no real reason to be anything but what we are and to welcome you two to our home” he continued, leaning toward my wife and kissing her while he worked his own hand high up the inside of her thigh through the slit. Rose blushed slightly, knowing that I could see exactly what he was doing, but she offered no objection. “Mickey and Ellen have told me that you both don’t seem to mind the kind of lifestyle we live and I’m hoping that we’ll become good friends in the months to come.”

If I hadn’t been so entranced watching the play beneath the table going on so openly, I might have noticed Ellen’s hand closing on my own thigh at near the same time. I was a little surprised. I hadn’t expected anything like this so early in the evening. Then too, it was a matter of them being neighbors. We had known them for a long time, if only to nod and smile a greeting as we passed on the street. I turned to look at her. She was smiling broadly as she told me that she felt a little left out after the short meeting that we had the day before yesterday. I felt her hand slide higher on my thigh until it rested on my own slowly rising cock. I wondered, as I turned toward her, if she could feel the wet spot growing from the view I was getting of Paul’s hand so high on Rose’ thigh. I knew he was feeling the heat of her bare pussy. Ellen’s lips met mine as she leaned slightly toward me and closed her eyes, obviously expecting a kiss. 

The touch of our lips seemed to be almost a signal for Paul to further explore my wife’s costume. He turned toward her and changed hands, sliding his right hand beneath her skirt until it was pushed up high on her hips. Rose sighed as she felt that hand close over the opening of her crotchless panty hose. His other arm had encircled her shoulders and that hand was now pushing down on the bodice of her gown, exposing her breasts. He leaned closer and took the swollen nipple of her right breast in his mouth and began sucking it. Rose’ sigh changed to a murmur of pleasure as her partner pressed hard against her engorged breast as though he wanted to inhale it.

I would have loved to have seen more, but my attention was distracted by Helen’s activities. She had pulled the tab of my zipper down and now I felt her hand searching my boxers for my swollen cock. It wasn’t hard to find, but it was hard for her to get it out due to its tumescence. With her prize firmly In her grip, she broke the kiss I had been enjoying so much and bent forward to kiss the pre-cum covered knob than circled it with her tongue. I couldn’t resist. My hips thrust up from my seat and slid my cock into her mouth. Helen showed no resistance, in fact I felt her lipstick covered lips slide almost down to my balls which she had by now extricated. What a sensation!

Helen’s hot mouth was working its way up and down my shaft as my hands found their way to her breasts. Slipping my hands into her bodice, I found both those luscious lovelies ready for my fondling grasp. I was going to use one hand to direct her bobbing head, but my attention was distracted. I looked across the table and saw Paul take Rose’ hand and lead her from the table. As I watched, he led her to a love seat in their living room. He pulled her into his lap, facing her away from him, then used the seat’s lever to tilt it to slightly less than vertical. I saw Rose’ hands working at his zipper until with a final tug she exposed his throbbing rod. Taking both hands, she lifted herself slightly and then slowly let herself down on it’s length, skewering herself on that swollen cock. Paul was now able to use both hands to fondle my wife’s breasts as she began inching her way down to his bloated balls.

Helen’s delights were causing me to have ideas about the same thing when she took one final lick down the length of my cock, looked at me and smiled, then took my hand and led me to the long couch opposite Rose and Paul. I was thinking about what Lucy and her brother might think about this when I saw them leave the table and go down a hallway that must have led to the bedrooms. 

What followed was an hour of the most passionate foreplay I’ve ever experienced. Helen was a tigress and I was her food supply. She started taking my clothing off, before we were on the couch. I reciprocated, of course. Her tits were gorgeous pillars of alabaster, topped with long nipples that begged for the attention of any man who made them swell to their full 3/4 inch length. I pulled her atop me, trying to get both in my mouth, but found Helen was directing this show. She fed me one breast as she took my dick in her tiny hand and pointed it at the puffy lips of her sex. I was in heaven as I felt the helmet of my swollen rod press between those lips, slowly parting the tight opening of her vagina, then the delights of her sliding down my length until our public hairs melded. Even kneeling as she was, astride my hips, one leg on the couch, the other on the floor, it was the slowest, tightest penetration I had ever had the pleasure of feeling.

“I just knew you would feel good in me,” she said softly. “Lucy is going to love this cock in her, but not yet. I want to feel you cum in me before she gets her hands on you.”

I knew from the tight grasp her cunt muscles had on my cock and the delightful sensation of her breast filling my mouth that it wouldn’t be long before she got her wish. Even as the thought was passing through my mind, I felt the tightening of my nuts preparing to fire the first blast of hot cum into her juicy core.

I tore my attention away from Helen for a moment. Just long enough to shift my gaze to the love seat where Paul was savagely pounding his cock into my wife’s pussy. Somehow he had managed to get his pants down to his ankles and my wife’s dress over her head. The sight that greeted me was his cum filled balls bounding off Rose’ lower cunt lips as he drove his full length into her with each thrust, eliciting a gasping grunt of pleasure from Rose at each stroke that drove her beautiful ass into the cushion beneath her. Her shredded panty hose had given up the struggle and they hung in cum soaked strips below her swollen pussy lips, stretched tight by Paul’s thick, hard cock.. What looked like a steady stream of Paul and Rose’ juices were trickling down the juncture of her thighs to pool on the leather seat beneath her. I watched the shiny leather soles of her new shoes bouncing on Paul’s back with each of her lover’s strokes. Despite her being able to cross her ankles behind him, nothing was inhibiting him from driving his seed deep into her unprotected pussy. 

That was all it took. My balls unloaded the massive load of cum that had been building since we arrived at the Campbells. Helen leaned forward and used her clit to stroke my cock as I filled her with long hot streams of cum. I gently chewed that nipple she had fed me until she grunted with pleasure and I knew I had managed to give her at least some of the pleasure she had given me.

“Oh, lovely,” she gasped as our breathing began slowing. “I knew you would have a big load for me” she managed to say as we lay locked in the post coital position of two lovers meant for each other’s pleasure. She turned my head from where I had been watching Rose and Paul and gave me one of the most delightful soul-searching french kisses I have ever received. It felt like she was trying to tear my tongue out of my mouth, but in the most delightful way. Only when we got our breath back did she raise her head and look me in the eye while giving me a smile that lit the room.

‘That was marvelous” I managed to say as she nodded her agreement.

“What I like most about you, other than this lovely thing you have inside me, is the fact that you looked over to see if your wife was receiving the same pleasures we were giving each other. I like that. A husband who wants to see his wife enjoy another man is not as common as most of us would wish. Do you like watching her fuck someone else?”

I admitted that I did. “We just really got started doing this with a friend of ours and I found out just how much I liked it as soon as I saw them together the first time.”

“That’s perfect,” Helen said with a chuckle, “because Paul and I are the same way.” As she spoke, she was slowly getting to her feet, barely able to catch the river of cum before it began raining down on their hardwood floors. She looked at me quizzically, as though mentally asking me a question before she put one leg on each side of my head and pulled my head into her crotch. To make it easier for me, she took two large sofa pillows and put them beneath my head until my mouth was even with her now leaking pussy. “Only one more test,” she chuckled as she lowered that lovely snatch onto my mouth. “If you eat pussy as well as you fuck, we have a real future ahead of us.”

I must have passed the test, causing Helen to shudder her way through two orgasms before she stood up and announced that it was time for all of us to adjourn to the bedroom. I watched Rose stand on shaky legs, helped by Paul. I wasn’t much more agile and took Helen’s offered hand. She turned me around by my shoulders and gave me a gentle push into the hallway I had seen Lucy and Mickey go down earlier. Paul followed, with Rose in his arms, carrying her effortlessly.

“In here” she said, opening the door to a large master bedroom, over half of which was occupied by an enormous bed, almost twice the size of our king size bed at home. In the middle of that bed, Mickey was fucking his sister. Judging from the dried cum on her belly and around her mouth, she had already gotten at least as much from his as we had from his parents. “Move over kids. We have some new playmates” she said, sitting on the edge of the bed and drawing me to her. Paul deposited Rose on the other side of the busy teen-agers.



One Is Good, Two Are Better Ch. 05



I hope that leaving my readers in what appeared to be mid-stream in part 4 wasn’t too disconcerting. Obviously there was plenty of switching back and forth in that full bed and Rose once again demonstrated her willingness to go both ways as the Campbells (one and all) fucked my lovely wife while I did the same for the female branch of their family.

It had been two weeks since we had attended the party with Paul and Ellen Campbell and their children, Lucy and Mickey, but they had been weeks filled with daily/nightly visits by the family to our home either singly, or in a male/ female combination. As delightful as it was, it left Rose and I wondering where they got their stamina. We sure weren’t complaining though. Either Paul or his son, Mickey, was giving Rose the times of her life each time they came over. My wife had become so entranced by these two men that she would visit the Campbell home any time it appeared that either one or the other of the men would be available to “entertain” her. Ellen or Lucy often joined in to clean out her well-filled pussy when the men were thoroughly drained. I didn’t have that luxury of free time, but Lucy and Ellen, as well as Rose, managed to keep me very well satisfied with frequent nocturnal visits.

So, I wasn’t surprised when the doorbell rang. Expecting either Paul or his son, Rose answered it in what had become her “at home and waiting” costume – a bustier that set her full breasts on a shelf invitingly, and high-heeled black pumps. She checked through the aperture in the doorway to insure that she wasn’t about to give a delightful view to an unexpected delivery man (in which case she would have had me open the door) and opened it hurriedly when she saw her first lover – Mac, standing on the porch with a wall to wall grin on his face.

The grin became even wider when Mac saw how she was dressed through the screen door that still prevented his entry.

“Mac!” she exclaimed, opening the screen but stepping aside to prevent being seen by the rest of the world that passed by. “What in the world are you doing ringing the doorbell? You know you’re always welcome to come in.”

Mac was stepping inside, eyes gleaming at the sight of my wife’s almost nude body so enticingly displayed. Taking a moment to admire the view, he reached to the side of the door and drew a lovely young lady into the doorway with him.

“I thought I’d better, since I didn’t know if I was interrupting something and especially since I had Patricia here, with me.”

Patricia, or Pat, as she promptly introduced herself, had a wide smile on her face as she shook Rose’ outstretched hand and allowed herself to be pulled inside before the door was closed behind them. I came to the doorway into the room after hearing his familiar voice. I stood silently, taking in the situation. Pat and Mac were standing with their back to me, although Rose could see me over Pat’s shoulder.

“I told Mac that we should have called first, but he never listens to anything I say. He’s been telling me all about you and your husband, and insisted that we come over and tell you our good news.” Holding out her hand, she displayed a sizable diamond ring on her left hand. “Mac and I are getting married.”

“That’s wonderful!” Rose said, hugging Pat. She then turned to Mac and congratulated him, with a comment about this meaning that he probably wouldn’t be coming around as often anymore “to take care of chores.”

“That’s one of the reasons that we came over,” Mac replied. “Pat and I have been talking about our relationship and she wants to continue it.”

Pat’s face went red as she realized the rashness of Mac’s protestation. “I’m a little embarrassed. Mac’s told me quite a bit, but I just had to find out if it was true.”

“What has Mac been telling you?”

“That he comes over and f-f-f-“ I could see she wasn’t comfortable using the verb, but she gamely continued “to have you. He also said that sometimes he and your husband do you together.” Her face reddened even more, if that was possible. She hung her head as though expecting a rebuke or a denial.   

It was Rose’ turn to blush this time and she did it beautifully. She could see there was no way out of the situation except to admit it. “That’s right,” Rose nodded slowly as her color returned. “Mac fucks me, and I have to envy you. He’s great in bed.”

Pat’s head came up with an expression of relief and a low chuckle. “I know.”

I approached the couple from behind them, took Mac’s shoulder in my hand and turned him, offering my hand in congratulation. “How lucky can you get,” I commented. “Not only having Rose as a playmate, but now this lovely young lady too!”

Pat turned and gave me a studied appraisal. I got one of my own. Pat was just a little over Rose’ 5’3” stature, but there was little else to differentiate the two of them. Carefully coifed red hair curled just above her shoulders. She had piercing blue eyes that I found almost hypnotic. And her smile – ah, this was her finest feature, displaying dazzling white, even teeth to match a personality that was open and candid. Firm breasts pressed against the silk blouse she wore. They appeared to be slightly smaller than Rose’, but still at least a bountiful B cup. That delightful chest tapered down to a slim waist and then swelled to hips and thighs that a man would die to be between. Her bright blue skirt looked perfectly fitted, ending just above her knees. 

Mac interrupted my eye filling view of his fiancée.

“Relax, Earl!” he said with a playful punch at my shoulder, “You’ll see a lot more of her in the future.”

“I hope so!” I managed to say, causing Pat to blush once again at the unintended double entendre. I felt the heat in my own face as I realized how that sounded. “I’m sorry, Pat… “ I began to stutter, only to feel those cool fingers on my arm and a soft laughing assurance from her that no offense was taken.

“I hope you will, Earl, but that isn’t the reason that we came over – other than obviously wanting to meet you and Rose. What we really came for was to invite you to a celebratory dinner tonight.”

I looked at Rose, knowing that she expected Mickey or Paul to be over. I was surprised to see her already nodding. 

“That’s perfect, but only if it’s our treat” she said with a smile. “What time and where?”

Mac started making protest sounds, but stopped as Rose stood on tiptoes and kissed him. “Shush, what do you know about how women feel at a time like this.”

When the ladies finished making their plans and the couple made preparations to leave, Pat’s smile was as radiant as Rose’. Mac and I dutifully remained silent, exchanging only a wink as the two women hugged.  I had the distinct feeling that I had just lucked into one of those delightful situations where our circle would be expanded by another couple.

That night, Pat and I sat side by side in the booth of a club Rose, Mac and I had played in many nights. I felt comfortable in Pat’s presence and apparently she had gotten over any qualms she might have felt about being alone with me while her intended squired my wife around the small, dimly lit dance floor. Only the flash of Rose’ stocking clad thighs occasionally allowed me to see them among other tightly packed patrons, all of whom were as comfortable with the almost constant groping of their partners as we were.

“How did the two of you meet?” I asked Pat as we sat nursing our third drink of the night. I had hoped that the alcohol would have a liberating effect on her, and apparently it had – just to the right degree.

She chuckled. “Both of us were here at this club at the same time. I had just gotten over the divorce of my first husband – my choice, by the way. He just didn’t fit my idea of the lifestyle I wanted. His idea of sex was five minutes in the missionary position. Mac showed me that there was a lot more than that available.”

“He is good,” I admitted. “Rose loves having him do her and when both of us take her, she says she’s in heaven.”

“And that’s one of the things I really wanted to discuss with you.” Pat said softly. Doesn’t it bother you that Mac fucked her often.” She still blushed when she used the word to describe what Mac and I did with Rose. I laughed softly. 

“Don’t be afraid to say ‘fuck’” I told her. “That’s exactly what we do. Mac knows that I love Rose and wouldn’t do anything to change that. That’s the beauty of this arrangement. They both get what they want, as often as they want, and I’m the one who gets the benefit of the love she exhibits after a hot session. I though we were pretty accomplished in our sexual enjoyment, but Mac has shown us that we still had a lot to learn and it’s been an enjoyable series of lessons, for me as well as for Rose. Rose might have had some experience before we were married, but between Mac and myself, we’ve given her a lot more – all very enjoyable I might add.

No, to answer your question, it doesn’t bother me. I thought at first that it might and I might become jealous if he did. Obviously that didn’t happen. I couldn’t believe how hot she was after the first time that he did her. And it’s only gotten better since”

I could almost sense the relief that Pat felt after my short explanation.

“I guess that’s what I really wanted to know,” Pat said softly. “I didn’t understand how a man could stand by and see his wife f-f-f… “

“Fucked?” I chuckled softly. “Yes, I learned that I loved it. And she learned that having two of us fucking her was even better than either one of us alone. We’ve even expanded our fun to include a family of neighbors up the street from us. They, that’s he and his son, do her quite frequently.”

I think that little admission had Pat a little concerned, especially the family part.

“How old is the son?”

I smiled. “He’s 18 and his sister is a year older.”

“You mean…..?”

“Yep, his son fucks Rose too, sometimes both at the same time.”

“And you…..?” she said almost incredulously.

“Sure. I fuck the wife and daughter both.” I took Pat’s hand in mine and looked into her eyes. “There’s nothing wrong with that. If you decide that you want to get into this lifestyle Rose and I stumbled into, you’ll find out there are lots of couples out there who exchange mates for the enjoyment of everyone concerned. Our friends have told us that they are part of a group of ten couples who pretty much limit their sex to those in the group. A few have children, but none are exposed to what they all do until they are at least out of high school.”

Pat blew a long breath of air from pursed lips. She obviously hadn’t known about this before. “I had always wondered,” she managed to say, then continued. “You see stories about things like this, but I’ve never known anyone who did it – at least until I met Mac.”

“Well, don’t be too concerned about it. You and Mac have to make your own decisions and I’m not sure whether Rose has mentioned our new friends to him or not. He may not even be interested, but if it comes up, you’ve got to be absolutely honest with him about your own feelings. I certainly have no objection to his continuing with Rose, but that’s also between the two of you.”

“He’s already told me that he would continue to see Rose,” she said, glancing across the room to where Mac and Rose were just ending the third set of dances together. “That was right up front before we started going together. I have to admit that I wasn’t too sure about it until he fucked me – then I knew from what he told me that if he was going to do it, I wanted in too.”

Rose and I danced together for the next half hour, while Pat and Mac did their own thing apart from us.

“Well?” I asked, knowing full well that Rose had been anxious to tell me all about our friends.

“They’re a perfect match as far as I can see. Mac tells me that she’s as happy about this situation as he is. Apparently her ex was a real piss ant and not at all interested in giving her any pleasure. He would insist she suck him off, but wouldn’t do a thing for her. She had never had her pussy eaten until Mac did on their first real date. Now he says she can’t get enough of it. When Mac told her how you go after me when he’s finished fucking, she was ready to fuck you sight unseen.”

“Gee, I hope he didn’t exaggerate.” I said with obvious false modesty.

“You know darned good and well he didn’t,” she said giving me an elbow shot. “Ellen and Lucy have both told me that the feeling of your tongue in their pussy sets them on fire just like it does me. I just hope they will like Mac as much as I do.”

“Well, from what I’ve seen, I’m sure he will take good care of them. And I can just imagine how that long schlong of Paul’s will swell when he sees Pat. And I know that Mickey is going to really enjoy her cock sucking talents.”

“She’s pretty good at that?”

“Mac says the only one better is me,” she said proudly “and that’s just because I’ve got more practice.”

By the time we finished the next dance it was nearing the end of the evening. The four of us sat discussing what we had learned of each other, finishing a final highball. As we talked I felt a warm hand close over my thigh, then slowly edge up to the head of my already swollen cock. Since I was at the end of the seating, I knew it had to be Pat, who was seated next to me.  I looked at her, smiled and slid my own hand into the slit of the mandarin style dress she wore. She returned my smile, motioning with her head toward Mac and Rose as she spread her legs in welcome. It was difficult to see because of the circular table, but I did see a lot of movement in the gathered folds of Rose’ dress. She noticed me looking at her and gave me that same glassy-eyed look she gets when she is on the edge of orgasm. Mac’s other hand was over Rose shoulder, resting on her breast. The nipple was standing high and proud directly beneath his stroking fingers.

What followed was as close to high school type petting as we could do in public. I managed to work my hand high enough on Pat’s thigh that I could cup the satiny V between her thighs. She raised herself slightly and that allowed me to insert my fingers beneath the material for a touch of a very slippery set of vaginal lips. She sighed softly as two of my fingers wormed their way deep inside that warm muff leaving my thumb free to stroke that swollen little man beneath the clitoral hood. She gasped as my dry thumb made contact, but then slid down in her seat to force my fingers deeper. I withdrew my fingers just enough to wet my thumb with that copious flow of her juices and returned them as deeply into her core as I could while making gentle contact with her now swollen clit.

Seated as I was, I could see over Pat’s heaving bosom that Mac was making excellent progress with Rose. One hand, which had disappeared beneath the folds of Rose’ bodice, was working her breast with the slow squeezes that he knew she preferred. He had obviously found the cleverly hidden snaps which allowed a man access to her breasts from either side, while the folds hid much of the movement they allowed, which might otherwise be obvious. I mentally thanked Ellen for her recent shopping excursion with Rose during which Rose was introduced to dressmakers who specialized in clothing for the ladies with more erotic tastes than more expected. Even as I watched, I saw Rose’ body stiffen and her eyes close as Mac’s other hand obviously found the trigger to her orgasms. 

Pat must have felt Rose’ shuddering body just at the perfect time to trigger her own delight. Through her dress she pressed my hand tighter to her crotch and gasped with pleasure as she released more of those delightful juices to my now more rapidly moving fingers. She was still obviously enjoying the slow decline of her orgasm when she turned her head and whispered in my ear, “Let’s get out of here.”

Mac and I had a hasty conference over our partner’s forms and agreed that it would be better to take the ladies to a less open spot. I suggested our house. He readily agreed. There was an even more brief exchange of eye contact between our partners before they too nodded in agreement. It took only the work of a moment for the girls to adjust their clothing and slide out of the dimly lit booth. Pat took my arm with a smile for Mac. Mac returned the smile with a nod and pulled Rose closer to him, his arm encircling her waist as they followed us outside. There was no apparent problem of who would accompany whom and the ladies allowed us to hand them into our cars.  

The drive home was made even more pleasant by Pat’s talented tongue. As soon as we were seated she leaned toward me, pulled my head around and kissed me soundly. Our tongues wrestled for domination, but both of us won as I felt her hand gently squeezing my cock and my hand found her small but firm breasts.

“I enjoyed that,” she finally said when both of us were able to break the lip lock. Giving my cock another gentle squeeze, she added “And I’m going to enjoy this even more.” We had just managed to get out of the parking lot before she pulled the zipper tab of my trousers down all the way and I felt her cool hand encircle my rampant cock. “Beautiful,” she said before scooting her body closer to the door allowing her to put her head in my lap and extricate my swollen rod. I couldn’t think of a more correct comment as I felt her warm lips close over the head and her tongue circle the blood suffused knob, drawing my pre-cum into her mouth. I don’t know if she heard my moan of delight as I was transferred to heaven in the heat of her mouth.

I almost lost it several times in the short minutes it took to reach our house, but somehow I managed to hold on despite Pat’s magnificent talents. When we were safely in the garage, Pat gave my dick a gentle pat and she opened her door. 

“Let’s get inside,” she suggested. “I’m so hot I can’t wait.”

We barely made it through the kitchen door before Mac and Rose pulled up behind our car. There was a short delay before we heard them coming through the kitchen. Neither of us slowed down as we passed through the dining room, the living room and into the hallway leading to our bedrooms. Since I was leading, I pulled Pat into the first bedroom we came to. She offered no objection as I picked her up and laid her gently on the queen size bed that had seen much action since Mac, Paul and Mickey had found the delights of Rose’ body in it. It was still prepared for what we had anticipated would be another night of delights with Paul and Mickey, Ellen and Lucy, so there was no delay. Pat lay quietly, watching, as I hastily doffed my clothes, barely having time to put them neatly on the recliner near to the bed. 

My socks followed as I sat down on the side of the bed, nearest Pat who still watched with a sexy smile. I began unfastening the wooden frogs that held the top of her dress together. She stretched her arms over her head and lifted her body so I could take it from her, putting it atop my own clothing.

I lay down beside her and unfastened her bra as we kissed and closed the distance between each other to zero. Pat’s breasts were marvelous. Not too small and not too big, perfectly sized for the mouth of a man who delights in sucking the warm flesh of a lady so exquisitely put together. As I grazed on those firm mounds with the slightly darkened elongated nipples, she pulled my head closer and held it tightly to her breast I felt her other hand go down the length of my trunk and close on my cock once again as I used my own to pry the almost transparent panties from her hips as she lifted them and I was able to push them further down. She lifted her legs and took them off, giggling as she pointed out the wetness that extended well beyond the crotch and telling me that’s what I had caused. I smiled at the remark, assuring her that I intended to do a lot more than leave a wet spot in her panties. She started to remove her thigh high hosiery before I stopped her by telling her how delightful it felt to a man to be between those nylon clad lengths.




One Is Good, Two Are Better Ch. 05



“Prove it, show me how wet you can make me!” she dared me softly as soon as we had broken our next prolonged kiss. I began the journey to that already juicy valley by kissing the soft flesh of her neck, working my way down to her breasts, slowing only to express my admiration of her body with tender kisses that seemed to excite her as much as my fondling had in the club. Her nipples became even tighter and longer as I kissed and sucked them gently, increasing the pressure only when I felt her hand pressing me tighter to first one, then the other. I could feel them lengthening as my tongue swirled around them and I gently scraped them with my teeth. She was breathing harder, almost panting with pleasure before she began pressing me lower on her body.

I reamed out her belly button, causing her to giggle and push my head further down until I felt the tight ringlets of her pubic hair at my lips. I passed my tongue over her clit, causing her body to jerk and her hands to tighten in my hair, as I worked my way further south. My nose was still pressing against the hood of that tender morsel when I reached my goal and began kissing the swollen lips of her pussy. She sighed and took both my ears in her hands as I let my tongue trail along that sweet, sparsely covered juncture that began to open wider as I continued. Her legs spread wider and I felt them parting as I got my first faint taste of her juices. She put her legs over my shoulders and crossed her ankles behind my back, inviting me to satisfy my desires. Delving deeper, I found the source of the sweetness and probed with the tip of my tongue, driving it between those lips until I was at the entrance to her vagina. I could feel the muscles guarding that channel of delight open slightly before I reached the full extension of my lingual digit. Like every woman who knows the pleasure of oral sex, she tasted as good as she looked and felt. My hands rested on her breasts, gently squeezing them into even more delightful mounds of pleasure.

“Oh, yes,” she sighed. “Mac told me that you loved to eat pussy. That’s when I knew I had to have you.”

That was exactly what I wanted to hear. My fondness for eating a beautiful woman’s pussy is only exceeded by enjoying that delectable dish immediately after it has been thoroughly fucked and left with the warm combination of her juices and those of her lover. I never realized that fetish of mine until the first time I enjoyed Rose after a particularly arousing discussion of how I wanted to see other men fuck her. It converted Rose too when she realized the effect it had on me and felt my tongue enter her drooling pussy, swollen with the load of cum and her own secretions. 

That must have been what turned Pat on too. There was only a faint taste of her juices, so I realized she hadn’t been fucked for a while, and I wanted to cure that almost as much as I wanted to eat her to her first orgasm.

It took a delightfully long period of time before my tongue managed to stir her passions to the point she reached release. My lips were curled around her clit, gently suctioning the little man in and out, caressing it with my tongue, as my fingers substituted for my cock in her pussy, stroking her ‘g’ spot, when she finally gasped and began trembling beneath me. I saw the orgasmic flush begin to creep up from her belly toward her chest and increased my attentions to her, gently milking her breasts as my tongue stroked her clit until I felt that tell-tale seep of her juices around my deeply imbedded fingers. I let her come down slowly, with a gentle continuation of my own activities until I heard her softly gasp “enough,” and felt her hand pushing my head away from my favorite location. 

She was still panting as I pulled myself up next to her and kissed the side of her own lips. She turned on her side to face me and told me she had never had anyone make love to her like that before. I had to doubt that, because I knew Mac was at least almost equal to my own talents in eating pussy, or so Rose said, but it was still an appreciated comment.

“I hope you’ll give me that pleasure again soon,” I told her, thinking about the fucking I was going to give her and how delicious she would be after a thorough fucking.

“Anytime I’m in the neighborhood,” she said with a breathy chuckle. “But for right now, I’ve got a favor to ask of you.”

At a nod of my head, she continued.

“I want you to fuck me,” she murmured, “but I want Mac to see you do it. He told me that it really turns him on to think of other men fucking me and I have to see if it’s true. Do you think it would bother Rose if we went into the other bedroom and did our fucking there?”

I laughed. Obviously Mac hadn’t told her all about us. Had he done so, she would have known that the only thing both Rose and I enjoyed as much as fucking each other after we had been with another couple, was watching our partners doing their best to impress us with their skills. I already knew, of course, that Mac loved to fuck Rose. I also knew Rose would reach orgasm even quicker when I watched him screw her. And there definitely wasn’t anything any greater than joining in when he began to slow down.

“Not a bit,” I assured her, reaching down to pet that sweet pussy that was still warm from my oral technique, “and then I’m going to eat this sweet thing like you’ve never been eaten before.”

“Then let’s go,’ she said, literally jumping off the bed. “I want lots more of that.”

Only the distance between the guest and master bedrooms had prevented both Pat and I from hearing the obviously enjoyable sounds of Mac and Rose’ mating. We never closed the doors to the rooms we were in, if separated, unless one of our guests insisted on privacy. Now, as I led her closer to the master bedroom, we could both hear the sound of the headboard protesting as Mac drove his cock deeply into my wife’s welcoming pussy and the almost purring sounds of Rose responding to him. Pat was right on my heels when I got to the door. I pulled her inside to stand beside me as we watched two obviously well matched and happy lovers enjoying themselves

Neither even looked up as we stood there, my arm around Pat and one hand curled around her breast. I felt her nipple stiffen as she watched her fiance grinding his dick into Rose, who lay with her legs spread wide, pulling him tighter into her with ankles crossed behind his thighs.

It was almost as if they expected us when we joined them on the bed (which probably was true, since we often did once our partners became used to the idea that we considered this form of sharing the best of all). Rose broke her lip lock with Mac long enough to smile at Pat. Mac never missed a stroke probably because, judging from the foamy ring around the juncture of his cock with my wife’s pussy, he had already shot one load of hot jism into her equally hot cunt.

“You’re going to love this one,” he said softly, still driving into Rose. I didn’t doubt it. I reached low on Pat’s body to center my cock at the entrance to her still wet opening, just as Rose went into spasms of delight as Mac filled her already soaked pussy with another load. I had barely parted Pat’s slick lips with the swollen head of my cock before she drove her pelvis upward, taking half the length of my shaft inside her with one smooth motion.

It felt wonderful! Pat was accustomed to Mac’s own cock and since we were fairly close to the same size, she took it easily. That didn’t make the feeling of her slick channel any less delightful as I felt it spreading to accommodate me until I reached bottom.

“Oh, yes, that feels wonderful!” she hissed as I moved my body so my weight was on my elbows rather than on her. I felt the muscles in her vagina closing and rippling up and down my length as she demonstrated her own talents. “I love to fuck,” she whispered softly in my ear as I kissed her. “I never knew how delightful it could be until I met Mac and now you.”

“I aim to please, ma’am,” I responded just as softly “and intend to aim most of it at this lovely pussy of yours.” 

That got a chuckle out of her and a sigh of pleasure as we began synchronizing our activities to get the most out of each other’s motions. Pat, like Rose and Ellen Campbell in particular, had one of those clutching cunts that clung to a hard dick as though it never wanted it to leave. With a velvety softness helped by the juices I had inspired in her earlier, I soon was giving Pat almost as much pleasure as she was giving me. In no time, she was clutching at my upper arms with both tiny hands, eye’s closed tightly and panting with pleasure as her second orgasm of the day took her to that marvelous place women go when they are properly satisfied.

I knew I couldn’t last, and I didn’t. I wanted what I had promised Pat as much or even more than the pleasure of a straight fuck, so I let my own orgasmic juices blast their way deep into her vagina. I was immediately glad I had gotten the vasectomy done years ago, because the amount of cum shooting into her now would almost certainly have produced a child. I could feel her body shaking beneath me as her orgasm made its way from her brain to her pussy and back again. She was panting like a woman in desperate need of sex as I felt her own ankles lock behind my back and her hips met mine, driving me even deeper into her. At that instant I saw her hand slide over to Rose’ chest and take her full breast in her grasp. Rose, already in a state of orgasmic bliss, merely groaned and pressed Pat’s hand tighter to her breast.

Mac spoke first, probably because neither of us could get our breath at that moment.

“Damn, that was beautiful!” he said softly. “Now I know why you enjoy seeing Rose fucked. I know you want to eat her out now, but when you get finished, I want to fuck Pat myself, OK?”

I could only nod my agreement. I couldn’t have been happier with this situation. Two lovely ladies with a vagina filled with the sweetest of oral delights, and all mine. Sliding along Pat’s perspiration slick body, I made my way down to that now soupy mass of red curls. I gave her clit a tentative lap as I went lower, feeling her gasp of excitement at the touch. Using my thumbs, I spread the coral colored lips covering her vagina and dipped my tongue in for my first taste of our mixed juices. It was delightful!

I mouthed her muff, encouraging her to spread her legs even wider until they curled over my upper back. I felt her hands at the back of my hand as she expressed her own interest. They pulled me tighter to her hot core as my tongue slithered up and down the swollen inner lips, then deep into her cum-filled center. We were both in heaven as I took as much of her juices a I could, interspersing my delving tongue with two fingers that pulled more juices to my mouth. I could already feel her trembling. Raising my head slightly, I saw Rose covering one of Pat’s breasts with her mouth as Mac kissed her. That’s when it hit like a bomb. Pat’s thighs tightened to the point I almost couldn’t breath as I felt the first hard tremors of her orgasm racing through her body. Rose now was squeezing one of Pat’s breasts as her unrelenting sucking of Pat’s nipple drove her over the edge. Pat screamed as she hit the peak of her orgasm, suddenly pushing my head back as the flow of cunt juice was expelled by tight muscles into my mouth.

I gave her a break, sitting up on the edge of the bed as I watched my wife and my friend bring her down slowly until she was finally able to talk.

“My gosh, what an experience!” she said with a shudder and a wide smile. “I never dreamed sex could be like this.” She reached over Rose and kissed her fiancee before doing the same to Rose who was all smiles. “Now I MUST meet your friends.”

This isn’t the end of our adventures. Pat meets with the Campbells and learns just how addictive sex can be in our next part. In the interim, I hope that you will read my response to those who don’t understand why so many of us men (and women) can enjoy sex with others. It’s called “A Response” in the Reviews and Essays section of Literotica. And, ladies, I’d like your own views of my response, please. 



One Is Good, Two Are Better Ch. 06



Welcome back. If you’ve been following the stories up to this point you know that Pat is a relative newcomer to the idea of swinging . This story takes her deeper into it with her fiancée’s help and our encouragement. I hope you enjoy it. I would like to hear your comments, and ideas. If you want to flame me, just ask yourself why you bother reading something about a lifestyle with which you can’t agree.. 

Pat moaned with pleasure as Paul’s thick rod drove into her again and again. He was in kneeling over her with her knees held in the crook of his arm, pumping another load of cum into her through already swollen and engorged labia lips. His face, chest and back were covered in a sheen of perspiration as he tried to bring her to her third orgasm of the evening. On her right breast, Mickey Campbell had both hands wrapped tightly around Pat’s 34B, forcing her lust swollen nipple high although it couldn’t be seen because his mouth held at least a quarter of that saliva covered lovely globe.

Pat’s shoulder length red hair was glistening with her own perspiration as she accepted and shuddered her way to orgasm state while Paul and Mickey did their best to drive her over the edge. I had a terrific view of this erotic struggle because from behind her heart shaped rear, I was balls deep in Lucy Campbell’s equally tight and very juicy pussy. She was begging me to fill her cunt with another hot load through the one Mac had just put in her a half-hour ago, and I was doing my best not to disappoint her. It’s too bad Ellen couldn’t see this, but she had a pretty good view of my cock driving into her daughter from where she lay beneath her, watching my cock fill that teen-age cunt. I knew she was still there because I could feel her warm tongue bathing the juncture of my dick and her daughter’s weeping pussy as my efforts drove some of Mac’s seed from that young, clean shaven portal of male bliss.

I wondered if my wife, Rose, could see anything from her position atop Mac, but I had to doubt it. Her eyes were closed as she rode his cock and fondled her own breasts when Mac’s hands left them occasionally to stroke her clit or take a double hand full of her gorgeous ass.

We had been at it for more than three hours, switching partners or changing positions as often as the need for a momentary respite required. Little had been said once we got into our initial partners and the conversation now consisted more often than not to a muffled, “Oh!” “Now me,” or perhaps “harder!” as it usually did when we were so engaged.

The sight was just too much for me. I reached beneath this young woman’s body and grasped the luxurious tits that were already almost as full as her mother’s. Lucy knew from past experience that I was about to cum in her vacuuming vagina and arched her back with a groan as she felt the first jet of liquid heat filling her cervix. The motion was just enough to dislodge my cock from that sweet, velvet glove and I felt a new, less slippery warmth enfold my cock head. I knew that Ellen was enjoying the second thick rope of cum that I had intended to fill her daughter with, but it was no less enjoyable for me. Lucy squalled with momentary dissatisfaction before I felt my hard dick pressed back into Lucy’s very receptive pussy. She got the benefit of the four or five additional shots of thick cum right where I had intended it to go – deep into that muscular tunnel of love.

As I rolled off, Ellen cleaned the residue of Lucy and my juices from my slowly withering cock. The exquisite feeling of her warm mouth as she bobbed her head up and down in my crotch was almost painful after such a delightful time in her daughter’s tight cunt. I pressed Lucy’s arched back down to her mother’s head again and watched as Ellen sucked her daughter’s pussy dry.

Paul and Mickey had succeeded in driving Pat over the peak of her orgasm and she now lay shuddering in the afterglow as they sat near her, their faces mirroring their satisfaction and enjoyment. Lucy crawled over Pat’s flat stomach and took her brother’s full size cock in her mouth, begging him to give her the load of cum she had been unable to coax from Mac earlier. Within minutes, they was murmuring their satisfaction to each other, and Lucy was kissing her father, forcing the slight amount she had not swallowed, into his mouth as he fondled her swollen tits.

Exhaustion overtook all of us at about the same time and we lay languidly on the oversized bed trying to recoup the energy we had expended during the hours of delight we had experienced with this swinging family. Slowly, one or two at a time, the shower was pressed into service to rid ourselves of the crusty by products of our afternoon. Pat and I were the last to shower and despite the orgiastic delights we had enjoyed, we still delighted in running our hands over each other’s sex organs until the water began to turn cold. We hurriedly finished rinsing off the soap before climbing out of the shower and toweling each other down with the thick fluffy towels that had been left for us to use.

I felt Pat place her small hand in mine as we walked toward the family room. The thick white robes we had found hanging beside the shower stall absorbed any residual moisture. She stopped me in the hallway before we had joined the others, stood on tiptoes and kissed me. It wasn’t a kiss of passion, more like one of thanks, which is exactly what she said when she wiped the smile off my face with a fragrant hand. 

“Thank you,” she said with a radiant smile that lit her face like a child at Christmas. “Mac told me that you and Rose would help me find out what sex could be like with friends and someone who wasn’t afraid to enjoy it. I didn’t believe it until it happened today. I couldn’t believe that what he was telling me could be true – how you let him fuck Rose and even joined with him as he did her. I never would have dreamed that a man would let his wife enjoy sex with anyone else and I certainly never guessed that it would be as good as it is.”

“Pat, I don’t know anything about your previous marriage, but just from what Mac, you and I have said, it sounds as if your husband was a very controlling man.” “

“You have no idea just how controlling he was,” Pat sighed. I never realized it myself until it was too late in our relationship. 

Realizing Pat had much more she wanted to say, I took her elbow and led her into my office, just off the family room. It seemed to surprise her that I was interested in what she had to say as much as how much I enjoyed fucking her. I was a little surprised myself, but Pat was turning into someone I truly wanted to know better. We sat down together on the couch and she began telling me her story.

“I married him right out of college,” she began. “I was still a virgin and hadn’t done a great deal of dating when we met. He swept me off my feet by virtue of his intelligence, good looks, and apparent love for me. Within six months, I knew that it had been a bad choice, but I really wanted to keep my end of the bargain. That’s when I began noticing that his absences were becoming more frequent. At first it was just his coming home late, then it began to be overnight absences. When I would ask him about them, he would tell me it was ‘business.’”

“Our sex life, if that’s what you called it, was going downhill fast. At first he had been all over me, but even then it was a matter of him screwing me until he came, then rolling over and going to sleep. Since I had no one to compare him to, I assumed that was the way it was supposed to be. I learned as I went along that the ‘business’ he was always taking care of turned out to be between him, his secretary, and some clubs here in town.”

“How did you learn that?” I asked.

“It was really pretty simple. I was paying the bills and so I had the bank and credit card statements. Despite the fact that he made a good salary, it seemed like we were always just breaking even. Sometimes we even had to defer paying some bills. The credit card statements were showing charges to a motel near where he worked. When I asked about them, he told me they were for off-site meetings with clients. Then I began noticing charges by jewelry stores and I knew I hadn’t received any jewelry. He told me they were gifts to clients.”

“I suspected something more was happening, so I just decided to play detective on my own. I watched the motel where the charges were from and on three occasions, I saw him kissing and hugging a woman before taking her into a room. That did it as far as I was concerned. So, the last time it happened, I asked him about it that night. He told me what he did was none of my business and I told him that was the end as far as I was concerned. I moved out the next day and filed for divorce. He didn’t contest it, and that ended that.

“That must have left you pretty bitter about men and him in particular,” I said.

“You have no idea,” she said with a catch in her voice, looking down at her hands. She looked up as though she wanted to know if she should continue. I nodded my head and she continued her story.

“It took me six months to get at least somewhat straightened out,” she said, head still bowed. I had to get a job and an apartment. Fortunately, my college courses made getting the job relatively easy, and the apartment wasn’t any trouble. The alimony my ex was forced to pay made it pretty easy to move from there into a condo and that’s how I met Mac.”

I smiled, encouraging her to continue.

‘He was bringing a table into my neighbor’s unit. It was gorgeous and I asked him where he had bought it. He told me that he had made it and I asked him to come over when he was finished next door and talk to me about some items I wanted made.”

She looked up and was smiling as she continued. “To make a long story much shorter, Mac came over after a much longer time than it took to set up the table, and we hit if off immediately. In the weeks that followed, I got better acquainted with my neighbor. We talked a great deal and she finally admitted that Mac was doing her every week or so. Her husband was aware of it, and didn’t mind as long as she limited herself to that frequency and Mac alone. After I had known Mac for a little over a month, I asked him one night if he was doing my neighbor. He’s like a little boy when you put him in a position like that. He hems and haws and does everything he can to dodge the question, but he finally admitted it. I would never have let him do me if he had lied to me. So, we’re having a good time. I didn’t ask him to skip my neighbor, but I’ve noticed that the time he spends with her is considerably less. I couldn’t believe how he made me feel the first time we did it. It was my first orgasm. We spent that night together.”

My smile widened. It was much the same as what Rose had experienced with Mac. Of course, eventually Pat learned about Rose. Pat told me that he was very reluctant to talk about it, but she finally managed to coax some information from him and found that it didn’t bother her as much as she had expected.

“He didn’t deny me a thing,” Pat continued with a shy smile. “I don’t know how he can keep up the pace, but he certainly gives me a thrill. I thought that he would drop the others once he began doing me on a frequent basis and we talked about that. That’s when he told me that you sometimes joined them and how much Rose enjoyed having the two of you do her. We talked about why a man would allow his wife to screw another man and even join them. He explained how the three of you had sat down and discussed the same thing and he found out that some men get a thrill out of seeing another man have sex with their wife. I think you obviously convinced him that there was nothing wrong with that as long as everyone understood that it was sex for the sake of sex. He told me that he understands much more now about just how much you love your wife – and I saw that today. He asked me if I could ever consider such a thing. I didn’t answer him. To be honest, I didn’t know myself, but I knew if there was anything like what I was getting from him, I’d be willing to experiment a few times. Now I’m glad I did. I would never have believed that I would let two men have sex with me, but between you and Mac, I just can’t get enough.” She took my hand and gave it a hard squeeze, lifting her eyes to mine. “Last week he told me about coming over here today, I knew I wanted to come along and see what was what.” 

“We’re glad you did.”

“I almost backed out at the last minute,” she said. “When we got here and I saw the Campbells, I didn’t know what to think and I panicked.”

“Why?”

“Well, first I thought it was just going to be the four of us for some fun together and maybe a little talking. I’m still not too sure about all this.” 

“That was my fault,” I told her. “I had forgotten about the Campbells coming over or I would have called and told Mac, so he’s not the one to blame. By the time that I realized we had committed to today, it was too late. You all were already on the way. I’m just glad that you didn’t back out.”

“Me too, now.” she added with a smile. “There’s something about that family that makes you want to know them better, and now that I do, I can see why Mac was so insistent that we talk more about this. I just didn’t expect to be on my back with two total strangers putting it to me, or to have someone like Ellen, Lucy or Rose making sure I had all the sex I could handle.”

I laughed out loud as I nodded my head in agreement. “Yeah, it can get pretty intense sometimes, as Rose told me after our first time with all of them together.”

“Are they all doing her too?”

I nodded. “Unh hunh, but don’t ask Rose which she prefers. She won’t be able to tell you because she’s not even sure herself. She says that all she knows is that she’s getting more than ever before in her life and she wouldn’t go back to the old days regardless of how good she thought we had it. I can’t say I blame her either. Watching, any one or more of those three guys doing her is enough to keep me hard for a week. I’ll tell you a secret. I probably screw Rose at least twice as much as we used to before she started with Mac, and it’s never enough. I can’t leave her alone. She’s wonderful!” 

“I’m sure she wouldn’t mind hearing that.”

“No, but it might make her more aggressive than ever, and I don’t know if I could handle it or not.”

It was Pat’s turn to laugh. “Well you certainly couldn’t prove that by me. I love the way you fuck me. Paul and Mickey were great, but I don’t think I could ever have believed having someone go down on me would turn me on the way you do. Rose, Lucy and Ellen are good too, but still a distant second to you.”

“Since a mutual admiration society is getting off the ground, I have to tell you that you are a fantastic cock sucker. Mac told me you were good, but I couldn’t believe how good you were until we got together that first time. You really turn Rose on too. She says Ellen is the only one who comes close to giving head as well as you do.”

“That’s good to know, because I really get off with her eating me while I’m sucking cum out of her pussy. I never realized how easy it would be to go both ways until Rose and I were on the bed together that first night. “

“Well, apparently there aren’t any lasting ill effects. You’ve come a long way in just a few weeks. Mac told me that he wants you to enjoy this experience as much as we do, and I’m beginning to believe that you will. How about you? Are you going to be hesitant about meeting other guys or couples?”

“Not as long as Mac and I both approve of them.” She said after reflection. I don’t know how we’ll go about meeting them, but I’m sure Mac will take care of that.”

“If he doesn’t, I will and so will the Campbells and Rose.” I took her by the elbow and stood up. With a quick kiss, I suggested that we go into the family room where the rest were ‘before they assumed we were having more fun than they.”

I needn’t have worried. The time had gotten away from us as Pat and I talked, but I think it included everything that needed to be said, at least for now. Pat was all smiles when we turned toward the family room.

The fluffy robes we all wore had been either discarded by now or left open to give each other better access to each other’s bodies. Lucy escaped Mac’s clutches and walked seductively toward me with a smile on her face, buxom breasts swinging gently. She reached for my cock, grasped it firmly and stood on tiptoes to kiss me as I fondled those lovely teen tits. Her tongue was in my mouth as one of my hands moved down to capture that tight little ass and pull it toward my rapidly growing cock.

“I want to fuck you,” she whispered in that breathy little voice that was so sexy.

I certainly didn’t have any objection to that, and we turned toward the bedroom once again.

Rose comes back for more in the next part. She finds that a man she previously met is still very much interested and has one of the few fantasies she hasn’t fulfilled finally met. Unfortunately I didn’t get to watch this one, but I’ll see him do her later as well as enjoying his wife, Evelyn as we find out just how interconnected this lifestyle can be. And for the ladies out there who dream of someone like Jay, good luck. Just take precautions that our fantasy heroine doesn’t need.



One Is Good, Two Are Better Ch. 07



This part brings Rose back to the forefront where she belongs. Have you noticed that she's getting more adventuresome? That was our experience in real life. The more she got, the more she wanted, and I always delighted in seeing her get the best and then enjoying it with her when they were finished or couldn't handle any more. Of course I was getting my own from their wife or girlfriend concurrently and my wife enjoyed seeing me give it to them as much as I did watching her.

With the latest experience with Mac and his fiancée, Pat, behind us I was beginning to wonder what could top that and our adventures with the Campbell family. What came next was a pleasant surprise.

Rose was obviously feeling very comfortable with her newfound confidence and partners. And I have to admit I was having more fun than the law allowed myself. It certainly had done wonders insofar as warming up our own bedroom antics. Rose was even more interested in sex than ever and I was beginning to wonder if I could meet her daily needs which seemed only to be increasing. That's when I found out she was quite capable of filling those needs by herself.

The communication between Rose and I, always open and completely honest, had increased in our late night chats with each other. I knew Rose was enjoying her exploits as much as I, so I wasn't exactly shocked when she told me that she had found a new prospective playmate.

"Do you remember that salesman who was trying so hard to get us to buy a new car last spring?"

I had been almost asleep when she asked the question, but my ears and attention both perked up when she mentioned Jay Norris, a particularly likeable guy who had been so attentive to us while we window shopped for another car. We had explained that we weren't in the market at the moment, but were just window-shopping. The attitude and part of his personality that had impressed us most was that even after assuring himself we didn't intend to buy a car soon, he still took the time to show us the cars that most suited the features in which we were most interested. We didn't see anything special that day, but Jay still left us with a positive impression. He had given us his card and promised to call us periodically to see if he could serve us.

I managed a grunted reply. I remembered him well. In fact he had been one of the men who I felt could be enticed by Rose' charms before I realized how attracted she had been to Mac. I also remembered how he had charmed Rose who had experienced some bad karma with other salesmen who made the mistake of talking down to her. I rolled over to face her and mentioned his name.

"Sure, why?" I asked.

"He called today and asked for you. I knew you were busy in your office, so I told him that I would let you know so the two of you could discuss it. He told me that he would bring it by if we wanted to see it. The new models have just come in and he said he had one that had all the features we wanted." 

"Why don't you give him a call and see if he wants to bring it over. After all, it's going to be your car. Take it for a ride and see if it's what you want. When you get through I'll come out and the three of us can talk it over. I'm up to my rear in alligators right now and I just don't have the time to spend with him telling me the same things he could tell you."

I remembered Rose' obvious interest in Jay immediately. I trust Rose implicitly. She knows exactly what she wants, sexually or in any other way. What's more impressive is that she can deal with the best when it comes to getting it. I almost chuckled as I thought of the surprise Jay might be in for. Rose is much more intelligent, and certainly more aggressive recently, than many women I have known over the years as Jay was certain to find out.

That settled, we ended the discussion with a final kiss and went off to dreamland holding hands.

Jay Norris was a good salesman, not only because he knew his product, but also he had a personality that drew his customers closer to him. When he received the call from Rose, he wasn't sure he remembered her, but on reflection he did and the memory caused him to smile. He was disappointed that her husband wouldn't be available, but Rose had assured him that the choice was hers and if she approved, he would have a sale. 

As she hung up the phone, Rose smiled to herself. She remembered Jay very well and the slight maneuvering he had done to 'accidentally' get a feel of her breasts last spring. She felt the tingling in her loins as she began to dress for their second meeting. She intended for him to get a second chance and this one wouldn't be 'accidental'. Even I was surprised at how obviously she was preparing herself for some fun. I hadn't missed Jay's concealed groping last spring, and smiled as I realized Rose intended to fuck him this time. I looked forward to her coming home with a load of hot cum in her pussy and I knew, with her past experiences, that would be the way she would return.

Still Jay was a little surprised when, as soon as he pulled the car to the curb in front of Rose and Earl's home, she had come out to meet him before he even had an opportunity to get out. She further surprised him by coming to the driver's side and motioning him over to the passenger seat. He slid over as she opened the door and gave him a smile. Rose remembered the feel of him immediately. Her smile widened as she recalled how Jay's attentions had centered on her during their previous visit to the showroom.

"Let's go for a ride." She said confidently as she adjusted the seat and mirrors to suit her lesser height. She pulling her short skirt higher above her knees as she made herself comfortable behind the wheel. Slipping one high-heeled pump off her right foot, she tentatively gave the car a little gas.

"Don't you want...." Jay started to ask before the car accelerated smoothly from the curb.

"No," Rose said, her smile still intact, "I'm sure you're going to tell me all about it as we go and we would just have to discuss it again with Earl when we get back." She was glad that she had worn this clothing combination. She was well aware that the soft wool of her sweater set the swell of her breasts off perfectly and the low cut neckline gave more than a hint of the delights within. Her lack of a bra flattened her chest lines slightly, but also caused her nipples to make lovely points against the loosely woven fabric. Her skirt, which ended almost four inches above her knees, was the accordion pleated one she now wore so casually when she was 'trolling' for some male attention. Worn without panties, it was the perfect seduction costume without giving the immediate impression of a lady in need. Jay looked like a man who would appreciate such things. 

Although she was interested in seeing how the car performed in both traffic and on the road, she didn't miss the fact that Jay was now sitting perfectly relaxed against the passenger side door now that he had seen she had complete mastery of the vehicle. His eyes followed her every move and she could sense his approval of her as well as the way she drove. She let the car wallow down a deeply rutted road as she checked the suspension, turning off the road into a grove of trees close to the banks of a seldom-used fishing spot. She made a tight U-turn, then turned off the ignition.

"Well," she exclaimed as she turned toward the smiling salesman, pulling her right leg up on the seat until her knee was touching his. She leaned forward to recover her black pump fully aware of how the widened neckline would give him an impressive view of the fullness of her breasts. "It seems to be just what I wanted last spring, so what kind of deal can we make?" Rose was keenly aware that the pivoting of her body like that emphasized the fullness of her breasts and caused the neckline to spread even more, giving Jay a god look at more than half of one breast. It also left a dark shadow so high on her thigh that a man would not be able to tell if she wore panties or not. She tittered slightly as she realized the almost double entendre of her question.

So my wife was a little surprised when Jay reached behind himself, and opened the door. Coming around to the driver's side, he opened the door, causing Rose to retreat to the passenger side.

"There are a couple of things I'd like to show you," he said softly, "that may appeal to you even more."

Rose could already see one - a hardening bulge at Jay's crotch as he got in and turned to her. 

"You already know about the GPS system that allows the driver to know exactly where you are at all times. That frees you from having to assist in the navigation on long trips. It also means you can get some rest while your husband drives. That's a great feature in this car. Let me show you." He leaned over her until he was almost in her lap. On the way down, his muscular arm in the short sleeved shirt slid slowly over her breasts, causing Rose' nipples to respond. He had paused just enough in that move to feel the hardness of them press against his arm. Despite the efficient air conditioning, he began to sweat. Did he dare do what he hoped to get away with? Leaning further over her, he grasped the handle that retracted the seat. Instantly the seat went into a fully reclining position.

Rose yelped as she felt her body suddenly dropped so her head was almost in the rear passenger seats. Her hands caught at the edge of her seat, but too late to prevent the sudden change from a vertically seated position to a recumbent one from causing her skirt to rise almost beyond her previously barely concealed assets. Jay, still leaning over her, was treated to the sight of a well trimmed, golden brown bush emitting a musky aroma that was only enhanced by the perfume Rose had carefully applied to her inner thighs after dressing. He hesitated long enough to inhale the fragrance before pushing himself back into position.

"I'm sorry if I frightened you," he managed to say, watching Rose' hands trying to tug her skirt down. He tried to sit up, but without losing any more of the view than necessary.

Rose laughed. "You didn't frighten me, it was just unexpected." Her eyes watched his as he fought to tear them away from that unexpected delight. Even though Rose had managed to get the edge of the skirt below her crotch, she could feel the openness giving way to a heightened awareness of what a view Jay was getting. She knew now that if she wanted him, he was hers - and she wanted him. She raised her arms over her head and pulled herself higher in the seat until her head was touching the passenger seat back behind her and she was almost supine from head to toe. Unfortunately, the squirming managed to do what her hands had not been able to do and Jay's marvelous view was lost.

Jay was excited. He could feel the rigidity of his swollen cock forcing the warm fluid of pre-cum over his thigh. He fought the thoughts going through his head long enough to recover his ability to speak, but realized he was being given an opportunity that might not be available if he didn't take action right away.

"There is a drawback to this position though," he managed to say in his most sultry voice.

"What's that?" my wife asked, with a smile, fully aware that Jay's eyes were traveling over her body and that he was having a reaction to it.

"It might cause the driver to lose his concentration and begin getting a little amorous as he drives. Like this." Jay extended his hand and put it over Rose' thigh, allowing it to slide to the inside. He watched her eyes carefully to see if there would be a reaction other than what he hoped for. 

Rose had her man, and she reeled him in by putting her hand over his and sliding it higher on the inside of her thigh until his little finger was in the crease of her leg and touching the side of her labia. She smiled as she saw the weak smile Jay gave her before cupping her pussy.

"And what do you think a woman should do about that?" she asked, her smile widening as she realized Jay wanted her. Her legs spread slowly, encouraging him to give her pussy a gentle squeeze.

"Frankly, I think a man should pull over in a nice secluded spot, and help her relax," Jay said softly as he slid into the foot well of Rose' side. It required a great deal of bending and folding until he felt almost like a contortionist. Finally he had to open the door to give himself enough room for what he wanted to do next.

"Like this," he added as he lifted Rose' skirt just enough to fasten his mouth over the dewy lips of her sex. Sliding his hands beneath her hips, he used his thumbs to spread the lips farther apart and began slowly moving his tongue up and down the warmth of he cunt, slowly pressing it deeper with each vertical movement.

Jay was a master cunt lapper according to his wife, who reveled nightly in his expertise before he fucked her to orgasm and let her drift off to sleep with his cock still wedged in her welcoming pussy. Many times he woke her during the night unable to sleep comfortably until he had sucked their juices into his belly and left her with only the memory of the delights they enjoyed together. He knew that even now his wife, Evelyn, might be receiving the same enjoyment from one of the men he knew entertained her during the day, but he wasn't worried. She loved him and it had been he who had finally converted her to the pleasures of a third in their bed until she realized that while one is good, two are better when it came to partners. She also had found out that their previously good sex life had become fantastic. Jay loved her even more for the rapidity with which she was learning to 'spread her wings' as well as her thighs.

Rose found out what Evelyn already knew. Jay was good, very, very good. She found herself using both hands to pull him deeper into the fountain of her sex until she had her legs behind his back and was urging him on. Jay had let the swollen lips of my wife's pussy close over his tongue as his hands moved up on her body and he was cupping both her breasts, gently squeezing them, as his tongue continued its work. Soon he had Rose' hands cupping her own breasts as she lapped at the nipple. He used his now free hands to open her wider until he could get his long fingers inside her. He felt the tremors of her body as they worked against that spongy little spot on the upper surface of her vagina. He didn't stop until, with his lips gently pulling her clit between them, he tasted the sweet nectar of her orgasm.

"Oh, Yes, yes," Rose gasped as she let the wonder of her orgasm ripple through her body, slowly dropping from it's mind blowing intensity, exciting her even more as warm lips left her clit swollen and as sensitive as her nipples. She came down slowly, guided by her lover's caresses. His hands were on her breasts again, lifting and squeezing them while his mouth claimed the remnants of her juices. Her eyes opened as she felt his body lift from her own.

She didn't know how, but somehow Jay had managed to unfasten his belt and unzip his trousers, freeing a throbbing, swollen cock from his shorts. She gasped as its full size was disclosed. She watched as he pushed his shorts down further and freed it completely disclosing a modest seven inches of the thickest cock she had ever seen. Despite the fact she had just had a very satisfying orgasm, she knew that she wanted to feel that hard rod inside her.

Jay hesitated as he studied Rose' reaction to the sight of his aroused cock. Evelyn had always warned him that few women could take one as large as his. Few had, indeed, but those who had always came back for more. The head was as large as a plum, and it only got larger as Rose stared in disbelief. Instead of tapering down beyond the crown, it became even larger until, just beyond that blood-engorged tip, it was the size of a beer can.

Hesitantly, Rose reached out to hold it. She couldn't get her fingers more than half way around its girth. She saw him smile as it grew longer until she had to use both hands to cover its length. Her mouth was open in awe of the fleshy monster with swollen veins. Jay misread her open-mouthed awe. He raised himself along the length of her body, urging her to suck it. Rose knew that it would be nearly impossible to take that bulbous head in her mouth despite how beautiful it was and how much she wanted to do just that. Instead, knowing she had to have it, she pushed Jay downward until the oozing tip was poised at the entrance to her very juicy cunt.

Jay understood immediately and pressed it firmly between those still swollen lips and into the velvet smooth entrance to her vagina. Rose gasped as she felt the hardness pushing her kagel muscles aside almost painfully. She watched that swollen, bloated cock force its way into her. The twinges of pain that came with the gentle but inexorable driving force relented once the meaty head was inside her, but increased again as the even thicker shaft followed closely behind.

Jay saw her pain and relented. He no longer pressed forward. Allowing her to slowly accustom herself to the size of his dick, he kissed her. Slow, passionate kisses that he knew were arousing her as much as the feeling of his cock would when he had it entirely inside her. His hands were on her breasts, and he squeezed her nipples almost savagely, giving her a different point of mild pain to relieve the ache of an over-stretched pussy entrance. It worked. Soon he felt her body slowly relax beneath him as her legs crossed behind his thighs. He was past the point of no return. That beautiful velvety smooth tunnel of love was open to him now. He backed out slightly until only the head remained inside her and then eased slowly forward, regaining the depth he had lost and adding perhaps another half inch. His cock was copiously producing the slippery pre-cum that he knew helped his partners accommodate him. Rose' own juices, aroused by his oral technique, provided additional lubrication. He felt her legs tighten against his thighs, urging him to go deeper.

Rose was making little gasping sounds even as she begged Jay wordlessly to give her more. It felt as though she had a log wedged in her pussy, but it was such a beautiful log - thick, hard, wet with their juices and beginning to scratch itches that she never knew she had until Jay had put it in her. Already the pain was fading fast, giving way to wonderful sensations of fullness and anticipation. Looking down she could see the unbelievably stretched lips of her pussy's inner lips clinging to that enormous cock as he slowly withdrew it before sliding it back into its temporary home. Sighing with pleasure, Rose tightened her grip on her lover. She realized that there was at least another three inches of that hard dick to fill her now welcoming emptiness. Jay's hot breath on her swollen nipple made her groan with pleasure as she felt him roll it between his lips and gently nip its engorged fullness.

Jay was smiling to himself. He never dreamed it would be so easy to get into Rose' pussy. He had even told his wife, Evelyn, of his reservations, but how much he wanted to fuck her, and received only a smile in return. "She'll never be able to take you," she had told him. "Ellen told me that her husband screwed her, and she was barely able to handle all he had, let alone this beautiful monster," she told him with a squeeze of his just used and still cum-slick tool. Jay had smiled at that too. He knew that Paul Campbell certainly was well built in that department, but still not up to his own size. He also remembered how Evelyn had squalled with pleasure as Paul Campbell and his son, Mickey has taken her in the ass as well as pushing copious amounts of cum in her pussy. "But do her if you can, I wouldn't mind eating her cunt with her husband's cum oozing out. Ellen says he's delicious." The thought of sharing Evelyn with yet another couple almost sent him over the top before he was ready. He wanted to leave Rose with the knowledge of how good it felt to have her cunt full of his love sauce and he was still several inches shy of giving her his full length.




One Is Good, Two Are Better Ch. 07



My wife pulled her latest lover to her breast tightly, encouraging him to worship those lovely tits. "Yes, yes," she murmured, "that's it. Fuck me," she whispered in his ear as she felt him back out slightly, then push deeper yet. The pain which had passed once again signaled her fullness as she felt the tip of his cock strike her cervix, but it was only a heartbeat's duration. Both Paul Campbell and his son Mickey had been there before. Rose felt the welcoming juices of Jay's dick soothing its way even deeper. It was then that she felt Jay's enormous balls pressing against her pudendum. He had reached the end of her vagina and his available length at the same time. She found herself urging him on, spurring him with her high heels as he began taking his own pleasure while giving her the same in equal amounts. She knew she was going to regret this when the dull ache radiated from her crotch later on, but she couldn't resist the delightful sensations going from her thoroughly filled pussy to her brain. 

45 minutes and four earth-moving orgasms later, Rose felt him tense. He bit down slightly harder on her throbbing nipple as his back arched and he began pumping faster. The car was rocking and rolling as though going over that bumpy road leading to this interlude. Rose didn't know it could get any better until he braced his feet against the firewall, drove his full length deeply into her, grunting with the effort. She felt that first burst of hot cum blasting its way into her unprotected vagina, sending her to the highest plane of orgasmic bliss she had ever felt. Panting with pleasure she thrust her mons hard against his pubic bone as he filled her to overflowing with his seed and her own body reached its peak.

When he collapsed over Rose' supine form, Jay knew he had given her his all. He couldn't believe how lovely it had been to fuck this beautiful woman and he was already planning a way to get to her again - soon!



One Is Good, Two Are Better Ch. 08



This part sets up the potential meeting of Jay and his wife, Evelyn, with Rose and Earl, where they find out just what a wide circle of friends the few blocks surrounding them encompasses. 

Paul Campbell’s car was in the driveway of Jay’s home when he returned from that half-day excursion with Rose. He smiled. Not only because he had sold the car to her, but also had learned from Rose and Earl that Earl had absolutely no objection to his coming over to screw Rose anytime he was in the neighborhood. “Just, please,” she had begged as she leaned through the window of her new car to kiss him, “give me a little time to recover. I’ve never had anything that big in me before.” The only thing Earl had demanded, after they had finalized the car deal, was that he would have the same access to Evelyn, Jay’s wife. Jay readily agreed, knowing that Evelyn had already heard from Ellen Campbell that Earl’s cum had just the right mixture of taste that she got from Ellen’s well cared for twat. He knew she wouldn’t mind getting it first hand or from Rose’ sweet pussy.

“Hi, Honey, I’m home,” he called from the living room.

“We’re back here,” he heard Evelyn respond and Jay began walking toward the master bedroom. Arriving at the doorway, he saw his wife on her back, her knees cradled in Paul Campbell’s arms, being slowly fucked. He was instantly hard once again as he saw Paul ease his cock out of Evelyn, glistening with the silvery threads of cum before it slid back into her so deeply his balls were pressed flat against her ass.

“Hi, Jay,” Paul called looking over his shoulder to see Evelyn’s husband watching him screw her. “I hope you don’t mind. Evelyn told me that you’ve been trying to get her back into the swinging life and I just thought I’d give her a sample of what she’s been missing.”

“Just one more,” Evelyn hissed to her paramour as she saw Jay shake his head. “It feels so good!”

Jay walked slowly toward the bed as Evelyn beckoned him toward the intertwined couple. He knelt on the edge and kissed her just as Paul speeded up his thrusts. There were beads of perspiration on her forehead and Jay wiped them away gently. His hand caught her breast as it bounced with the force of Paul’s driving cock. He kissed the swollen nipple, noticing the reddened flesh of that beautiful orb. Obviously Paul enjoyed them as much as he did.

He heard his wife’s breathe catch and felt her body stiffen as Paul succeeded in bringing her to the peak again. She groaned softly as he stiffened and thrust hard into her once more, driving his sperm into Evelyn’s already cum-filled cunt. Paul gasped as the thick, hot jet of semen was forced deep inside her. Jay felt her shaking as Paul continued stroking between the gripping lips, letting her down gently as the enjoyment of her climax slowly waned. Only when the tremors had almost subsided did Paul withdraw and lower his mouth to that steaming cauldron of sexual bliss, lapping the overflowing juices as though it were cream. 

“Enough, enough!” Evelyn cried, pushing Paul’s head back from the still oozing source of his enjoyment. “I can’t take anymore.”

Reluctantly, Paul backed away, leaving a panting Evelyn on her back as he slowly got off the bed. He thought about staying with the couple who were kissing and holding each other tightly. Then realized that any discussion with Jay and Evelyn would be better done later.

Neither Jay nor Evelyn paid any attention to their guest as he hurriedly dressed, departing with only a blown kiss to Evelyn and a softly closed door. Jay, still dressed, hugged his wife close. The euphoria each had experienced that day acted like a sedative. Within minutes, the couple on the bed was soundly asleep, still clutching each other tightly, with contented smiles on their faces.

Jay woke first, a full bladder insisting on relief. He disengaged himself from his wife and got up carefully to prevent waking her. He looked down at her prostrate, nude body and smiled before making his way to the bathroom. On his return he stared at the vision before him. Obviously the discussions they had been having recently had yielded at least some result as shown by his wife’s slowly seeping, slightly dilated pussy, and the drying cum that matted the neatly trimmed black triangular pelt that pointed so perfectly to that opening. He wanted to eat her right then, but after considering it resolved not to until the two of them had a chance to talk. He sat down on the edge of the bed, thinking once again about their swinging experiences from years ago and the latest developments. He remembered very well how easily they had succumbed to the encouragement of their first neighbors. 

The first five years of their marital bliss had already begun cooling, sexually at least, as the daily requirements to establish themselves grew. They were barely in their first home before Jay found himself attracted to their neighbor’s wife, a twenties blonde with a fantastic shape who loved sunbathing in the nude. Evelyn had caught him ogling her through the gaps in the privacy fence between the two properties and given him hell. He had accepted that. After all, he had been guilty. But it had come as a complete surprise when only a couple of months after that, he had had a successful day and ended it early. He walked in on his wife while the neighbor husband’s hand was inside Evelyn’s blouse and the two were kissing like teenagers in the back of a car on lover’s lane. They had been so heavily engaged that they never noticed him in the shadows of the dining room. Evelyn had said nothing as his neighbor slipped his hand into her bra, pulled one breast out and began sucking on it like a newborn. He had said nothing, ducking back from the doorway after assuring himself that Evelyn was enjoying it as much as his neighbor was. He found himself strangely aroused as he thought of what he had seen. He returned to the garage where he had parked and waited a half-hour before coming back into the house through the front door with enough noise that he was certain he would be announcing his arrival.

That night, as he rolled off Evelyn’s belly after a thoroughly satisfying fuck, stimulated in part by what he had seen earlier in the evening, he brought the subject up

“Did it feel as good as Jordan’s mouth and hands on your tits this afternoon?” he asked casually. Evelyn’s mouth had opened in a surprised “O’ and tears began to well in her eyes as she stared at her husbands smiling face over her.

“I’m sorry,” she gasped out. “I don’t know what came over me. We haven’t done it in so long and he caught me when I was just feeling so horny.” Tears began to slide down her face as she described how their neighbor had come over to borrow some flour. Feeling the pressure of his body against hers as she faced the cabinets and reached high for the cake flour on the top shelf, she found herself in his embrace, with both hands on her breasts. She had turned, pushing his hands away, but was too slow to prevent him from grasping them once again as he kissed her passionately. At first, she explained, she had struggled to get away, but Jordan had been too strong for her and, as she felt his tongue enter her mouth, couldn’t fight her own need any longer. “He was all over me,” she told him. “I told him I would tell his wife, but he just laughed and said she knew what he had come for, and it wasn’t flour. It felt just too good to end until I managed to tell him that you could be home at any time. He stopped then, but told me that he was going to bring Jill over and the two of them were going to really make me feel good. They’re going to come over the day after tomorrow morning.”

Jay was silent, as he had considered that. He knew that between his efforts to get ahead in sales and the tension Evelyn was experiencing as she searched for a new, larger home, he hadn’t been taking care of her sexually. He had heard of swinging, of course, everyone in his generation had, and more than a few had told him of the delights that could be enjoyed by a husband and wife, or even girlfriend, swapping partners for an evening. He had found himself strangely stirred by the idea of seeing Evelyn on her back with another man’s cock in her still tight cunt, especially if it meant he would be doing the same with Jill. He had even brought up the subject to Evelyn, with no apparent interest from her – at least until now.

“Okay, no harm done,” he had told her. “But let’s explore this a little bit. We’ve been talking about this idea long enough. I don’t know what went on that made you give in to Jordan, but I really don’t mind. Like I’ve said, I’d really enjoy the sight of another man fucking you, especially if someone like Jill was available too.”

Evelyn was no longer crying. In fact she now looked interested, Jay realized. “So here’s what we are going to do.” He had outlined a plan for a party the following night. 

During that evening, Jordan had fucked Evelyn and Jay had enjoyed Jill, whose well-used cunt was much looser than Evelyn’s. Jay’s endowment had been a very tight fit, but still comfortable for both Jay and Jill. The following months had been a frequent swapping match between the neighbors, ending only when Jay had taken a manager’s position in a distant city. Evelyn had joined him within a few days after locating a suitable home. They still entertained Jill or Jordan as the opportunity allowed, but the visits had become so infrequent as to be no longer as interesting. Still Jay had to admit to himself that the idea of swinging in their new city was beginning to rise as meteorically as his success as a manager and salesman. Evelyn hadn’t brought it up again, but Jay knew that there was something very intriguing in the relationship between she and their new next door neighbors, the Campbells.

That night was very enjoyable to both. Evelyn told him that it had been very easy to slip back into the role she had played with their neighbors, Jill and Jordan, before. Although she had never expected such an event to recur, Helen Campbell had shown more than a neighborly interest in her over the last few weeks until, today, the ties of restraint had broken and she found herself on her back with Ellen’s tongue stroking her clit and labia and her hands on both of Evelyn’s breasts. When Paul came over unexpectedly and saw the two of them so lovingly engaged, he had replaced Ellen when Evelyn had brought Ellen to an earth shaking climax, leaving her unable to continue. She had left to go back home and start the evening meal, satisfied for the moment, and knowing Paul would give Evelyn reason to remain close to the new neighbors.

“He was very good,” she told Jay as they slowly recovered from the delightful aftermath of their own lovemaking that evening.

Jay was holding her close, smoothing her perspiration damp hair as he kissed her. “I had forgotten how beautiful you look when someone is screwing you,” he said softly.

“And here I thought it was just so you could have a fresh fuck yourself,” she chuckled mischievously. She looked up at her husband’s face and turned momentarily serious. “Are you sure you don’t mind Paul fucking me?”

“Not at all,” Jay told her softly, “nor anyone else you want to do. I thought we had settled that idea a couple of years ago with Jill and Jordan. I want you to enjoy yourself because each time you do what we have together is even better. I can’t explain it, any more than I could when we started this, but all I know is that I love you even more for the fact that you were willing to do this for me.”

“It doesn’t make you jealous?” she continued.

“I thought it might, especially when I saw Jordan groping you the first time it happened, but the more I saw and the more you told me, the hotter it made me. I was as hard as a rock, but I also wanted to see how it would affect you. If you recall we darn near screwed each other to death when you told me how he had gotten to you.”

Evelyn chuckled deep in her throat as she recalled how, even after fucking Jill that first time, Jay had spent the remainder of the night fucking her through Jordan’s cum and how intense her orgasms had been. Jordan had been a good lover, especially good for those days when Jay wasn’t available to take care of her needs of the moment. Jill had set her on the path of girl/girl sex and she found that to be almost as relaxing as having Jordan’s hard dick buried to the hilt in her, especially when Jay and Jill cooperated in bringing her to the peak of pleasure. It hadn’t been hard to slip into a frequent enjoyment of their talents together, nor to resume the pleasure when she met their neighbors, the Campbells. She still didn’t know much about them other than the fact that either or both of them could bring her to the pinnacle of orgasm almost too soon, but she also knew that she wanted to find out more about this intriguing couple and their family.

“So, you wouldn’t be averse to sinking your cock in Ellen, while Paul dicked me?” she asked, already knowing the answer. She hadn’t missed the glazed look in her husband’s eyes on those occasions when he had seen Ellen Campbell or her daughter, Lucy, in their back yard sunning themselves in the scanty bikinis both seemed to favor. 

“Oh, I think I could put up with it,” Jay chuckled, “and they seem to be pretty well connected around here, don’t’ they?”

“They certainly seem to be,” Evelyn giggled. “She spent most of our time together telling me who was screwing who and how good they were. She even admitted that she and her daughter sometimes do one of her daughter’s boyfriends together when they need a little more than she can get herself, but she says that’s a little less frequent now that she’s met Rose and her husband. Still it sounds interesting. I can just imagine what it would feel like to have some teenager screw me until he was exhausted.”

Jay playfully swatted his wife on her bare ass for that comment. “Are you saying you don’t think I can do it long enough for you?”

“Unh unh” she shook her head, “but it might be fun! And how about you? Can you imagine yourself buried in some of that hot teen poon?”

“Not for me, thanks. I much prefer my ladies to be older and more experienced, like that Rose I fucked this morning. Man! She really knows how to use that hot pussy of hers!”

“I’m amazed she could take it,” Evelyn said, referring to her husband’s oversized tool.

“Oh, she could take it all right,” Jay answered, with a smile as he remembered how long it had taken to get his dick into Rose’ cunt completely. “It just took a little longer than with you.”

“Are you saying my pussy is too loose?” Evelyn asked, already knowing Jay’s usual response.

“Of course not. Any woman capable of having a baby knows that that lovely box can shrink and dilate as necessary to take care of what any man could provide. Besides, you know how I love to eat you after someone has filled your pussy with a load of cum. It’s as good as getting my rocks off in another woman besides the beauty of seeing you climax as he fucks you.”

Evelyn hugged her husband, knowing exactly what he had described was the truth. “In that case,” she whispered, “I think we should see about this couple, Rose and Earl.” 

What do you think, folks? Should we see how far Jay and Evelyn go in integrating the rest of their neighbors into their own love life. If you do, in the next part we see the group come together in an orgy of sexual delights. Hail, hail, the gang’s all here! 



One Is Good, Two Are Better



"Oh, that's better," Rose told him as she straightened. "They were getting cold," she said pressing his hands to her breasts with both her own. "But what's this," she asked with a giggle, wriggling her tight ass against his crotch and feeling his cock between her thighs.

"Something else I would like to give you to keep warm," Mac replied.

"It feels plenty warm," she laughed, "but it could get wet there." In a moment she had pulled his shorts down. He reached in front of her and pressed his cock head up slightly until it was firm in place. With his bare cock lodged between the open lips of her pussy he used his weight to push her against the warm walls of the dryer. She leaned forward over the top of the dryer as she tucked the end of his lengthy cock into the vestibule of her pussy. She felt the muscles of her cunt stretched to their limits. Mac, driven almost wild by the heat and wetness he found in those folds, pressed harder against her and felt his dick sliding slowly into her deliciously warm and very tight sheath.

"Let's get it real warm," he said in a hoarse whisper as he pressed deeper into her. Meeting some resistance, he backed out slightly then pressed deeper once again. He could feel Rose panting as she added her own movements until together it was wedged tightly in her superheated core.

"Oh, now that's nice," Rose said softly. She could feel the swollen head pressed tightly against her cervix. "I just knew you would have a nice one and it fits perfectly."

"A-h-h, Now that feels REALLY nice," Rose said softly as Mac began moving slowly in and out of her well-lubricated pussy.

Mac could only grunt agreement. His cock was imbedded in his friend's wife all the way to his balls that slapped against her clit with each stroke. He almost groaned as he felt the velvety but muscular folds of her cunt beginning to work their way back and forth along the eight thick inches he had inside her. His hands had returned to her breasts, but now he found them around her hips, holding her tight as the thrusting grew more intense. Rose was moaning softly as she synchronized her movements with his. Soon both were panting breathlessly as the moment of fruition approached. 

Rose stood up momentarily as she felt her orgasm approach. Mac, behind her, stood on his toes as he thrust so deeply in her that Rose was lifted off the ground. Rose screeched with delight and she felt her vagina filled with jet after jet of his hot juices just as she peaked, shuddering in his arms. She hung breathlessly over the dryer once more as she felt him slow his thrusts and then slowly back away until she felt the plumb sized head of his cock fall away, leaving a trail his seed over the curves of her butt. She hurriedly clamped her hand over her leaking pussy, but still not in time to prevent a thick clump of semen from sliding down the inside of her thigh.

Just as she was turning to express her own satisfaction, she found herself lifted to the top of the dryer and pressed back against the wall. Mac was pulling her legs forward as he stood between them. She saw the light of lust in his eyes was burning brightly as his head bent forward and he began lapped away the dollop of cum on her leg. Working his way up the inside of her thigh, he clamped his mouth over her vagina causing her to gasp.

She started to push him away, but it felt too good. Mac was mouthing the lips of her vagina, slowly sucking first one side, then the other as his tongue explored the source of the cum oozing from her still dilated cunt. Instead of pushing him away, Rose found her fingers tangled in Mac's hair. She pulled him closer to her slick pussy lips and groaned as she felt his tongue slide over them and then in between them. She heard herself gasping with pleasure as his tongue tickled the soft pinkness in a continuing french kiss while involuntary motions of her hips allowed a fucking motion.

Rose loved oral sex, whether it was giving it to her husband, or having him spend a long, delicious time between her firm thighs. She knew she couldn't last long the way Mac was eating her. His nose was pressed tightly into the hood of her clit which barely covered it when she was not aroused – and she was definitely aroused at this moment. The slight movement of his head as his tongue plunged in and out of her had brought it to the ultimate in arousal. She could do nothing but buck her hips into Mac's face as she felt her orgasm taking over her body. Mac's lips now were pulling that sweet bud into his mouth with a suctioning motion while his head bobbed in her crotch, his chin stroking her labia and spreading her juices even more.

Mac felt the now frantic motion of her hands and hips and intensified his lingual stroking, now adding soft kissing motions on the tiny bud protruding above her pussy. He felt the spray of her juices as Rose reached her peak, moved away from her slit and began lapping once again at his reward as Rose' hands rose to clench her swollen breasts.

"Oh, damn that was good!" Rose said breathlessly. "I needed that." Mac felt her hands clasp behind his head as she pulled him closer one again. He continued the soft kisses as she used the motion of her hips to cover his face with her juices.

"It could get even better in bed," Mac chuckled as she finally relented and sagged back against the wall behind the dryer.

"I don't know how," Rose laughed, combing her fingers through his hair and seeing that the lights of his lust were only dimmed, not out, "but let's find out." Taking his hand and hopping off the top of the dryer, Rose led him through the house and into the master bedroom where she stood just inside the door. She felt his hands closing over her breasts, then the warmth of his lips as they closed over one nipple, then the other. She groaned with pleasure as she felt his once more rigid cock against her belly. Pulling him towards the bed, she fell backward and felt his weight drive her deep into the mattress.

"I've wanted to do this for so long," Mac said as he watched her use her elbows to hitch her way to the middle of the king size bed and open her arms to him. He moved over her, holding his weight off her, until he felt her small hands close around his swollen cock and center it at the opening of her still engorged pussy lips. He pressed forward gently this time, allowing her to savor each short stroke driving him into her heated core.

"And I've been dreaming of just how good it would feel," Rose said softly. "Fuck me, Mac. I want your cock all the way in me when I feel your cum shoot."

"How much time do we have," Mac groaned as he felt the muscles of Rose' cunt stretching around his hardness.

"As much as we want," Rose replied with a giggle. "Earl has been telling me how much he wanted to see another man fuck me, and you were the one he thought would do the best job of it. I'd like to see the look on his face if he came in and saw you fucking me."

Mac's cock almost went flaccid when he heard Rose say his friend might see him fucking his wife.

"You mean he knows that I might....?

"Of course," Rose answered almost nonchalantly. "I couldn't cheat on him, but he knows I like sex as much as he does, and it really gets him off when I tell him who fucked me and how back in the days before we were married."

Mac realized that my wife wanted sex as much as he did, even after the delightful battle of the sexes in the laundry room. His cock was returning to its former state of rigidity as he felt Rose' body pushing back against his slow motion thrusts. He heard her sigh with pleasure as her legs opened wide and he felt them closing behind his thighs, urging him to continue.

Rose was in heaven. The hard shaft invading her tight pussy was even more delightful now that she could relax on the soft comfort of the mattress where Earl fucked her nightly now that he knew how close she was to allowing Mac to fuck her. Mac had proved even more capable than she had allowed herself to dream. His cock filled her completely and his slow pumping in and out, combined with the feeling of his mouth on her breasts, was bringing her once more to the verge of orgasm. 

"Nice and slow," she managed to breathe into Mac's ear as she clutched him to her. One hand held her breast to his mouth as the other pulled him closer. Her hips moved in concert with his, driving her pussy along his already slick length, shuddering with the pleasures they shared. "We have all the time in the world, and I want to enjoy this."

Mac did too. Already he was feeling the tingling in his balls that told him he was close to sending his seed into her. As good as it was, he wanted to spend more time on the belly of his friend's wife. Wanting to delay it as long as possible, he rolled over on his back, carrying Rose with him until she was on his chest, one breast still In his mouth. 

She pulled her hand from beneath him and sat upright, her knees alongside his chest, letting his cock drive even deeper into her core. She smiled down at him and ground her hips in that circular motion that always drove her husband wild and got the same reaction from her latest lover - a low groan of pleasure as he reached up to take her full breasts in each hand.

"You are so beautiful!" he managed to say softly as he felt Rose lean forward to kiss him. It was a soft, loving kiss that told him he had been right to do this. His hands slid down until they reached her hips. He pressed her down on himself, driving upward at the same time and feeling her open new portions of her vagina to him.

Rose groaned, but it was with pleasure, not pain. She felt that extra half-inch or so of male muscle throbbing. Mac wasn't much larger than Earl, she realized, but it was just so invigorating to feel the newness of another man's cock in her depths. She knew Earl had been right. She needed more sex, especially with a man like Mac who would be around to satisfy her own unspoken cravings. She leaned back against his upraised legs and used her talented pussy to milk that swollen shaft, smiling down at her lover as she held his hands against her breasts.

Both knew it couldn't last much longer than it had in the laundry room, but neither expected Rose' orgasm to come on as soon as it did. She was literally jerking herself up and down that engorged rod as she felt the first twinges. Leaning forward, she whispered, "I'm cumming. Fuck me, Mac. I want to feel your cum inside me."

Mac gave her what she wanted. Her body bounced with his as she felt that hot seed filling her vagina, sending her over the edge just as the first two jets hit the opening of her cervix. She shuddered in passion. Her eyes were closed, her head thrown back and she gasped with pleasure as she felt those hot jets filling her and running slowly down that shaft, pooling in his pubic mat. The lips of her pussy quivered trying to hold the flood back, but it was too late and she felt her own juices combine with his as she once again reached her peak.

That's when I stepped into the bedroom, anxious to see my wife getting the fucking she had wanted for so long. See this continue in Part 2. As we all realize that the pleasure can only grow.