0 comments/ 60861 views/ 2 favorites Out of Town, Out of Mind Ch. 02 By: I.Bitterman Traffic was light. Greg navigated the minivan out of downtown Toronto and headed north toward the Old Maples country club. The awkward silence grew uncomfortable. “Should we talk about last night? If you’re mad at me, tell me now. I don’t want to be surprised when you to split my head open with a sand wedge on the ninth hole.” “Sand wedge? I was thinking a driver would make less mess,” said Jeff, and then turned and winked. “Don’t worry about it. Kate and I talked. We’re cool about what happened. Just don’t get any ideas about this becoming a regular thing. When we get home, we’ll assume regular programming. This is just recreational sex, a fantasy-come-true weekend, nothing more.” Then in a serious tone, he added, “This is our little secret. If I ever hear any gossip about Kate, I’ll know who’s responsible and then I’ll kill you.” “Okay, great. No problem -- I’m relieved. The last thing I’d want to do is wreck your marriage… or our friendship.” Greg stared out the window at the truck in front of them for a while. “I’m sorry that Sharon wasn’t more… involved.” Jeff chuckled, “Yeah, me too!” After a few klicks, he added, “Not that I’m experienced or anything, because last night was a first for us, too, but you can’t force this on anyone. Kate and I are worried about your marriage. Does Sharon know what happened after lights-out?” Glancing at Jeff, Greg said, “Her head was covered with a pillow when I got back into bed. So, it’s a safe bet, she knows.” Realizing their speed had unconsciously increased he eased off the gas pedal. “I’m a coward. I got up early and left before she could ask for a divorce.” “Maybe my Kate will do some damage control while we’re gone. She has the gift of contagious optimism… God, I love her.” “I’m hoping some of Kate’s free spirit will rub off on her. I love Sharon, but she’s changed. She’s not the woman I married. It’s almost like she’s afraid to make any mistakes or take any chances. Hell, I make mistakes all the time -- but I’m not saying last night was a mistake. That was an unforgettable experience,” after a momentary silence, Greg added, “Sharon used to be fun.” Jeff stared at Greg. With concern in his voice, he said, “If you two split up over this… I want you to know… you cannot stay at my house.” They both laughed. The tension eased. *** “You are not going to wear that tonight,” declared Kate. “This is supposed to be a romantic night at the theater, not a PTA meeting.” She dumped Sharon’s business suit onto the bed and handed her own little red dress to the maid standing in the doorway. “I guess this is the only one, after all. Will it be pressed and ready by four o’clock?” “Yes, Ma’am.” “Great!” Slipping her a tip, Kate said, “Thank you,” and closed the door. “Okay, now the fun starts. Greg’s got the money, Honey, and you’ve got the time. So we are going to shop for a sexy dress.” “I don’t want to waste the money.” “Sugar, when you see the look on Greg’s face, you’ll realize this is money well spent.” Spreading out a handful of travel brochures across the desk, Kate pointed. “We’ll start at the Eaton Center and if we can’t find anything sexy there, we’ll go to The Bay. You need something to show off your killer cleavage, something with a neckline that plunges to your navel is what I’m thinking about. What do you think?” “I guess I’m putty in your hands, Kate.” Sharon smiled large. “Ooo, don’t get me started.” They shared a laugh and walked out of the room to find a cab. *** Jeff and Greg wandered from the elevator to their hotel rooms. After a dismal 18 holes of golf their somber return seemed even more depressing. “I guess I’ll see you in an hour,” said Jeff. “I hope everything is okay.” “Thanks. If there’s any change of plans I’ll call.” Jeff entered his room as Greg opened his door and crept in. A familiar voice humming in the bathroom telegraphed Sharon’s location and her general good mood. Greg exhaled with relief and realized he’d steeled himself for a bad reception. The sound of Sharon’s happiness was so refreshing he tapped on the door. “Hi, Honey, I’m back.” “Hi. Did you guys have fun?” “Yes… well… sort of. Our golf scores tanked, but the course was prime time.” Turning the doorknob, he asked, “Can I come in? I need a quick shower before I change my clothes.” “Sure, Babe, c’mon in. There’s nothing in here you haven’t seen or fondled before.” Her playfulness quickened his heart. “That doesn’t mean you’re safe,” he replied, grinning. “Is that a promise?” Sharon quipped, standing naked at the mirror applying mascara. “Aren’t you the funny girl today.” Greg pressed into her backside and wrapped his arms around her chest to fondle the nipples. “Hey now, stop that or we’ll be late.” As he played with the soft weights in the mirror, Greg spotted the extra hickey. Sharon followed his gaze and watched his face darken. “What’s the matter? You look like you’ve seen a ghost… or spots.” Tracing his thumb over the mystery welt, he asked, “Where’d this come from?” “It was a gift,” said Sharon, spinning in his arms to hug him. “I got a little jealous when I saw Kate had two and I only had one. She was kind enough to even the score.” Greg’s facial expression transformed from confused all the way to astonished. “What? How? When?” he stammered. Sharon coyly answered, “Honey, you obviously know the ‘how’ part. The rest is between us girls.” “Wait a minute,” Greg laughed, uneasily. “Are you telling me Kate sucked on your breast?” “See, I knew you’d catch on. You are a bright boy.” She tried to turn back to the mirror but Greg grabbed her arm. “Let me see. Did you just put lipstick on there to trick me?” Squatting to boob level, he inspected the red spot, wet his finger and tried to rub it off. His eyes wandered lower. Kneeling down, he said, “Hey, you’ve trimmed your bush. I like the new look!” Brushing his fingers through the small patch of blonde fuzz, he deeply inhaled to catch the clean scent and then rubbed his face in it. “This will tickle my nose.” “Stop it, you’re turning me on!” Standing up, Greg announced, “You’re turned on! You’re blowing my mind!” He grasped her shoulders and looked into her eyes. “Why wasn’t I invited?” Sharon reddened, “It just happened. I was feeling left out -- after last night -- and… you might say… Kate made me feel included.” She reached between his legs and rubbed his cock. “Dude, you’re getting a swell.” The smile on his face was so big it hurt. “Come to bed and tell me every detail.” Laughing, Sharon broke free and turned back to the mirror. “We don’t have time for that. Get ready. Our dinner reservations are for five o’clock.” *** Sharon watched Greg undress and get into the shower. His hard-on was the evidence she needed to relieve her fear of rejection. Kate was right, again. She’d told Sharon not to worry. Greg would be turned on by their intimate encounter. Telling him about what happened had excited her as well. Her hands trembled slightly as she applied body lotion. By the time Greg was done in the bathroom, Sharon was in the bedroom and wearing the new dress. The contrast of her golden hair against the black, silky material looked stunning. She stood before the full-length mirror and clipped on the diamond earrings. The reflection of her cleavage, pushed provocatively together by design to create a bulging cleft, made her blush. ‘What’s gotten into me?’ “Wow! Honey, you’re… You look incredible!” She watched in the mirror, as a naked Greg studied her with prolonged attention to her bodice. “You like it?” “I love it!” Placing his hands on her hips, he nuzzled her ear. “Men’s necks will snap when they spot you tonight. Is there a Surgeon General’s warning label inside that dress somewhere?” “I don’t care about other men.” Sharon rubbed the top of his head with her cheek as he kissed her neck. “I’m just glad you like it. Now, go get ready!” Pouting, he said, “Yes, Ma’am,” and turned away. In the mirror’s reflection, Sharon watched him pull his boxers over a chubby penis. The allure she felt tingled like foreplay and her nipples tightened. Greg kept stealing glances of her -- the way he used to, before they were married. The last 24 hours had awakened forgotten memories. It had been a long time since she’d felt so desirable. “I called and talked to Jillian this morning,” said Sharon. Working the blue necktie under his shirt collar, he replied, “Good. How’s our baby doing?” “Fine. She didn’t talk much. Mom was taking her to the grocery store and then to a senior citizen’s luncheon. She’ll be treated like a princess.” Greg walked over and adjusted the knot in the mirror. “She is a princess -- just like her mother.” He kissed her cheek, and then stepped back and asked, “So, do I look good enough to be seen with Princess Sharon?” Taking his arm, They walked out into the hall. She answered, “You’ll always be my prandsome hince.” “That’s good enough for me,” said Greg, and knocked on their friend’s door. A few seconds later the door swung open. Kate’s slinky red dress left little to the imagination. The modest scoop neck allowed the clingy fabric to accentuate the curve of her breasts and nipples. The high hemline exposed her toned thighs. Jeff followed her out. His curly hair appeared tousled and his black tie was crooked. They’re faces were flushed. “Come on guys, put your sex drives in neutral for a little while,” Greg said, laughing and eyeing Kate simultaneously. Jeff answered, “Hey, when you have two kids you’ll understand how precious private time is. Besides, when I heard what an exciting day the ladies had, I got a little carried away.” Then he looked directly at Sharon, and said, “Wow! You look amazing. Nice dress.” “Thank you.” Sharon’s skin burned with a mixture of embarrassment and titillation as Jeff’s gaze wander over her body. Her libido seemed to be working overtime too. The first thought that popped into Sharon’s head was Jeff’s the only person present who hadn’t made her reach orgasm. She turned to her husband for relief and found his stare just as disconcerting. Carnal thoughts wouldn’t leave her alone. A sense of obligation to allow Jeff access to her flesh kept invading her thoughts. Or maybe it was only pure lust that was making excuses to satisfy an old itch left over from college. An obsession began to replay in her head like an endless loop. Sharon found herself constantly wondering what was going to happen when the foursome returned to the hotel later that evening. Jeff turned to Greg and smiled. “I heard they went shopping today. When Kate talks about a shopping trip it’s almost as exciting as being there. I can’t help getting turned on.” “Oh yeah, right.” Kate poked him in the side. “Shopping turns you on like water starts fires." “Okay, maybe it wasn’t the shopping.” Jeff met Sharon’s eyes, and said, “Maybe it was the part about trying things on that I found erotic.” The emphasis on ‘things’ made Sharon’s heart pound. Obviously, Kate told him what happened this morning. She knew Kate would. But Sharon didn’t think Jeff would bring it up. The unexpected comment thrilled her and she found it unnerving. “Let’s go,” said Greg. He put his arm around Sharon and headed to the elevators. Nothing else provocative was mentioned. The couples fell into their normal pattern of conversation. *** As the CN Tower restaurant slowly revolved, their window seat provided a breathtaking view of Lake Ontario and the Toronto skyline. Greg sat beside Sharon with his hand on her leg and occasionally stroked her thigh. The caress wandered to the inside, tender skin. They held hands off and on. Jeff and Kate appeared to be likewise involved below the tablecloth. Without premeditation or hidden agenda, Sharon pointed at Jeff’s plate and mentioned, “I’ve never tasted a shiitake mushroom before.” “Here, try some.” Jeff stabbed a piece and held the fork across the table. Apprehensive at first, she quickly decided it would be rude to decline and a gesture of submission to accept. Aggressiveness was not her style, but she knew how to get what she wanted passively. The gnawing question for the night was, ‘What do I want?’ She said, “Okay, thanks,” and leaned over the table and opened her mouth. Jeff carefully placed the morsel inside. “Mmmm, that’s delicious.” “Greg, can I try some of your White Fish?” asked Kate. “Sure, if I can taste your lamb.” Kate placed a hand on her husband’s shoulder and cooed, “Jeff, is it all right if I let Greg taste my lamb?” A frown clouded Jeff’s face. After a brief look at Greg and Sharon, he turned, smiled and kissed his wife. “Of course, lover.” The mischief in her eyes apparent to all, Kate whispered loud enough to be heard across the table, “Jeff, Honey, why don’t you offer Greg a shiitake?” Jeff announced, “Greg, my friend, if you want a taste, go for it. But I’m not feeding it to you.” Putting his hands up in refusal, he answered, “No thanks, man. I know what you mean. That is one line I don’t want to cross, either.” A conspiratorial wink passed from Kate to Sharon. And so it went throughout dinner and dessert. No delineation or discrimination was made between partners, although, in true manly fashion, the husbands did not feed one another. Sharon’s comfort level rose, while her inhibitions receded. After dinner they all strolled to the observation deck to enjoy the warm evening air and the panoramic view. Each couple walked arm in arm. Jeff and Kate’s secretive whispers filled Sharon’s mind with lewd conspiracy theories. Greg must’ve sensed a mood change. “Are you having a good time, Honey? You seem quiet all of a sudden.” “I was just thinking.” They watched as Jeff back Kate against the railing and kissed her. A tug on Sharon’s arm spun her until she faced her husband. “I love you,” he said, bending down to capture her lips. Time passed in a warm haze. Sharon, not usually comfortable with public displays of affection, pressed into Greg and played her tongue along his lips. She felt them smile. Kate’s voice, inches from their faces, broke them apart. “Come on, lovebirds. The elevator’s here. We’d better scoot.” The outdoor elevator wall was made of glass and offered a dazzling view of the lake as it descended. The four friends were the only occupants. “This has been such a wonderful weekend,” Kate said, moving into Greg’s personal space. She grasped the back of his head and pulled him down. “Thank you, so much,” she added, and then kissed him passionately for a few seconds. When his mouth was free, Greg said, “No, I thank you.” Sharon tensed as Kate released her husband and made it clear she was next. But she didn’t back down or turn away. Entwining her strong fingers in Sharon’s hair, Kate silently pressed against the timid woman and held her captive for a long, probing kiss. The smell of lilacs, musk cologne, and her husband Greg, combined to fill Sharon’s olfactories. The insistent mouth worked to part her lips, and a tickling tongue offered to play. Obediently, Sharon opened her mouth and entertained the slippery invasion with a little wiggling dance from her own. “Oh my,” Kate breathed, as she broke away. “Jeff, she’s a good kisser.” Greg put his arm around Sharon. “Yes, she is.” Feeling lightheaded from the attention, Sharon was thankful for her husband’s support and leaned against him as they walked to the van. Kate offered, “Sharon, why don’t we sit in the back and let the guys ride up front. We can fix our lipstick. They don’t want directions from us, anyway.” “Directions, who needs directions?” said Greg. “Not us.” Jeff waved a folded paper. “We’ve got maps!” They drove a few blocks. The only significant conversation being, “Turn right at the next light.” The women used compact mirrors to apply shiny new coats of colored kisses. Parked in the sun throughout dinner, the van had grown warm and humid. Kate kicked off her three-inch high heels, and said, “It’s hot -- too hot for panty hose. Don’t look boys. I’m taking them off.” Immediately Jeff turned to watch and Greg adjusted the review mirror to its full advantage. “Okay, we will,” said Greg, and laughed. Unfazed, Kate grinned and ran her palms teasingly up her thighs. “Wait a minute,” said Jeff. “I think we deserve a little reenactment, since we missed out on this morning’s performance.” He looked at Sharon. “Why don’t you help, and take them off for her?” Then he winked suggestively. The van stopped at a red light. Greg turned and said with a big smile, “Go ahead, Honey. The windows are tinted enough so no one can see inside.” Kate unbuckled the seatbelt and swung her feet up onto the bench seat between them and wiggled her toes. The dress rode up to expose her silky legs all the way to the hip. “Would you… help me?” she asked, with a pouty, poor-little-me face. Pressure built up inside Sharon. Everyone seemed aligned to seduce her. If she refused, it could possibly spoil the evening. To experiment in the secret confines of the hotel was one thing, but on a public street? Where would they draw the line? Then again, what’s the worst that could happen? They’d already broken the boundaries of propriety. There was no going back now. A car horn blew behind them and they all jumped. “Green light.” Greg accelerated through the intersection. While keeping one eye on the road and the other on the rearview mirror, he said, “You don’t have to, Honey.” The disappointment in his voice pained her. “No, I’ll do it… I want to,” she said, although her hands trembled as they moved to grip the waistband. Kate shuddered when she touched her skin. They locked eyes and the gaze of wanton desire fired tingles up Sharon’s arms. “Thanks, Sweetie. I love a helping hand,” said Kate, as she lifted her buttocks. Sharon couldn’t hold the woman’s stare. Instead she concentrated on pulling down the stretchy fabric. When it cleared her hips Sharon let out a small gasp. Kate wasn’t wearing panties. The little tuft of dark pubic hair she’d seen across the room last night lay matted against her ivory skin. “Surprise,” said Jeff. “She doesn’t like a panty line.” Then, after reclining the passenger seat to be closer, he encouraged Sharon with, “Don’t stop now.” Suddenly embarrassed, Sharon tugged them quickly down and off. “We’re coming to the parking garage,” announced Greg. “Thank you. That felt very nice.” Kate swung her legs down and sat nonchalant through the ticket booth. “Try to find a private place,” she said to Greg, then leaned forward and pecked Jeff on the lips. As the van circled up the garage, Jeff rolled onto his side and rubbed his wife’s knee. Using his best Austin Power’s accent, he asked, “Are you horny, Baby?” “Yes, I am,” said Kate, and threw back her head and closed her eyes. “I’ve turned into one huge horny toad.” “You’ll never be a toad,” said Jeff, as his hand slid under Kate’s dress. “But I hope you’ll always be horny.” Sharon watched the bulge of his hand ascend beneath the red fabric, and could feel her friend’s anticipation between her own legs. Kate groaned when Jeff arrived at ‘Pleasure Central’. “Here’s a good parking spot.” Greg pulled between two panel trucks, which provided maximum privacy. “I’ll leave the engine on, for air conditioning.” He reclined his seat half-way, and asked, “So, what have I missed?” Sharon said, “Shouldn’t we get to the theater?” Greg looked at his watch and then rubbed Sharon’s knee. “Honey, we’re 45 minutes early. Instead of standing in the lobby, we might as well wait here and relax.” Jeff’s forearm made sluggish piston motions, in and out, from under the red dress. Out of Town, Out of Mind Ch. 02 “Mmm,” Kate groaned, and spread her thighs wider. Whatever Jeff did in there made her back arch and legs tighten. Pulling out his hand, Jeff held up the middle finger. The liquid coating glinted in the shadowy light. “She’s definitely ready,” he said, and then sucked his finger clean. “Kate tastes great.” “Less filling,” argued Greg. They laughed together. “Sharon, why don’t you have a taste? I think Kate would like your opinion,” said Greg. Kate quickly swung her feet onto the bench seat, and after neatly folding up the skirt she leaned against the door and opened her legs. Jeff stretched back to spread his wife’s labia with two fingers, and said, “See how wet and ready she is for you.” The pink entrance lay partially open for Sharon’s inspection. With a quiver in her voice, she asked, “Are you sure?” Three as one, proclaimed, “Yes!” “Give me your hand,” demanded Jeff. When Sharon did, he said, “Stick out your index finger.” Sharon obeyed and then watched her finger, guided by the grip of another man, approach another woman’s clitoris. The swollen nub felt slick and rubbery, like her own would’ve if it were touched at that moment. Gently at first, he pressed the fingertip against Kate and then swirled it clockwise several times. A moan escaped from his spouse. Her muscles twitched from the pleasure, and Sharon knew from experience how good that felt. Jeff pulled Sharon’s hand away, brought it to his mouth, and sucked the moist fingertip. His tongue swirled around as he savored the flavor. A juicy slurp heralded its departure from his lips. “Mmm, mmm, good,” he said, and released Sharon’s wrist. Greg began to rub Sharon’s thigh under her dress, and said, “Honey, now get a taste for me, please.” She sat frozen by indecision. With a damp index finger pointed toward the ceiling, she looked like a woman about to check the wind direction. For some reason the old lyric ‘You don’t have to be a weatherman to know which way the wind blows’ came to mind. Trying to decide what to do, Sharon looked down at Kate -- the kind and sexy friend who diddled her to orgasm this very morning. Her face was flushed with arousal. Her nipples poked out as if to say, ‘don’t forget about us.’ Each of the men stared wide-eyed and eager for action. After a few seconds of hasty deliberation, Sharon made a choice. She said, “Okay, Dear. I’ll get you a taste.” Sliding closer to the free sample, Sharon stroked her palms up the inside of Kate’s legs until they met over her genitals. “Personally, I’ve always thought the feel of two hands was more thrilling than just one.” “I do too,” whispered Kate, as she watched her friend’s scarlet fingernails scratch and fluff up her pubic hair. Sharon began to stroke along the slit until her middle finger became wedged between the puffy lips. Kate’s slipperiness soon increased dramatically, while her own juices began to flow in collaboration. With languid strokes, Sharon used the length of her finger to stimulate the warm recess from clit to anus, while the outer fingers caressed the surrounding skin. Spreading Kate’s labia wide enough for all to see, Sharon said, “I’m going to get you a fresh batch, Greg -- right from the oven,” and then slipped her middle finger inside Kate. “Ooo, that feels wonderful, Honey,” whispered Kate, as her head fell back and eyes closed in surrender to the rush of sensation. Kate’s nipples proved irresistible to Jeff. He began to fondle their bumps through the fabric. The added caress increased the flow around Sharon’s finger. “I think you like that, Kate.” “Uh-huh,” Kate managed to squeak out between shallow breaths. The lubrication grew more than sufficient, so Sharon added another finger. Six eyes watched the two digits oscillate in and out, while eight ears listened to the titillating squishy sounds. “I think that should do it,” announced Sharon, and unceremoniously withdrew her hands. Kate groaned from the sudden abandonment and then opened her eyes to watch Sharon offer the drenched fingers to Greg. Holding the hand in front of his face, Greg grinned at Sharon, Kate and Jeff. His tongue popped out for a good finger lick, and he said, “Okay, you win. She tastes great,” then vacuumed both fingers into his mouth for a thorough cleansing. When Sharon’s hand was free once again, she said, “Well, I guess we’d better get going inside.” “No! You can’t leave me like this!” declared a frustrated Kate. Sharon giggled nervously and said, “I’m sorry. I was just kidding. I couldn’t resist teasing you.” She slid her hands up Kate’s legs once again, determined to give as good as she got this morning. The male audience remained silent with eyes riveted. Jeff continued to brush Kate’s nipples into peak expansion as Sharon sank her fingers in, all the way to the last knuckle. Internal squeezes around her fingers made Sharon look up at Kate’s face. They shared their little secret with a smile. Without a doubt, Sharon found penetrating the vagina of her friend wildly erotic. It was strange and yet exciting to know what her sexual partner was physically experiencing. She had no idea what a man felt during sex, but touching Kate was like a weird form of masturbation. “You feel so nice, Kate. It’s like touching myself, in a way,” she confessed. The warm, spongy confines squeezed her fingers again. “I like a twisting motion when I’m fingered. Do you?” Kate breathed out, “Oh yeah,” as Sharon performed the digital rotation at different speeds. “And before my clit is touched, I like to be teased all around it.” “Me too.” Sharon used her free hand to toy with Kate’s pussy. She ran her fingers through the tuft of coarse pubic hair, and noticed the hairs were thicker and kinkier than her own. Using a scissors grip, she pinched the skin around her clit, trapping it between the folds, and then rolled the captured button around inside. All this stimulation was getting to Kate. Her breathing became erratic and her hips moved involuntarily. In an apparent effort to open up more surface area for exploration, Kate stretched out her right leg and searched for a place to plant her foot. Greg grabbed hold of the ankle and began to massage the calf. He brought the foot to his mouth and kissed along the instep. This triggered another wave of moans and twitches. In a soft voice, Sharon asked, “Are you ready for the main event, Sugar?” “Oh, yeah,” was Kate’s weak reply. Sharon steadily increased the tempo of thrusts. She added her thumb against Kate’s clit at every insertion, and then squeezed the engorged nerve on every extraction. In between, she teased her with clitoral assaults by the free-range hand. Judging from the involuntary groans and jerks, her lover was rapidly approaching lift-off. No, that’s not right. This isn’t love. This is just an orgasm. This is just giving pleasure for the sake of pleasure. The vicarious thrill was almost enough to trigger an orgasm of her own. Sharon concentrated so much on giving her friend an explosive release she was hardly aware of Jeff and Greg, until a hand began to fondle her breast, to touch the exposed cleavage and then work inside and roll a hardened nipple. The talented fingers sent lightening to her clitoris. Her eyes followed the mystery arm back, and discovered Jeff at the end of it. Shocked, she looked at Kate and found her eyes glued to her husband’s invading hand. Kate smiled, and then erupted in a noisy climax, that trapped Sharon’s hand between her arching hips and clenching thighs. The unexpected sensation triggered a small climax within Sharon. Embarrassed, she fought to hide it by closing her eyes and clenching her teeth when the shiver passed through her. Jeff removed his hand soon after Kate returned to earth. The van was relatively quiet. Heavy breathing was the only sound for a while. “Thank you, Hon,” Kate managed. After a few minutes, she sat up, smoothed down her dress, and regained composure. “Oh my, that was wonderful -- crazy and wild wonderful.” She looked at Sharon’s hand. Sharon realized she was holding her two thrust fingers like an unholstered gun. Her face warmed as she wondered what to do with them. Kate understood Sharon’s dilemma. “Don’t you wonder how I taste?” she asked, and grinned wickedly. In answer, Sharon slipped the coated fingers into her mouth. The tangy flavor reminiscent of her own, yet different enough to know better. It wasn’t unpleasant. “Like the guys said, ‘tastes great’.” Out of Town, Out of Mind Ch. 03 A crowd of upscale stuffed shirts and evening gowns milled around the theater lobby and compared notes. Sharon, uncomfortable with the stares focused on her cleavage, gazed at the rug, ceiling or anything else inanimate. “Have I told you lately how beautiful you are?” whispered Greg, as he slipped an arm around her waist and pulled her close. “Well, not in the last five minutes,” smiled Sharon. “Thank you, but I’m a little embarrassed by this dress.” “I think you’re the sexiest woman in the room. And I’m proud of you.” “Oh? So now I’m a trophy wife am I?” Greg thought for a moment and then answered honestly. “A little. I know that sounds shallow, but it’s a guy thing. I want everyone to know that you’re with me, that you chose me.” He kissed her honey hair and added, “I hope you feel the same way.” “I do.” Resting her head on Greg’s arm, Sharon added, “I love you so much and I want to make you happy, but I’m afraid our walk on the wild side has opened Pandora’s box and it will destroy us.” Greg took her hand, raised it to his nose and sniffed the fingers. “It wasn’t Pandora’s box you opened, it was Kate’s.” He kissed her hand and continued, “I promise I won’t let anything destroy our marriage. Please trust me. Let’s live in the moment for a change.” Lifting her chin to force eye contact, he said, “You seemed to enjoy yourself in the van.” “Yes, I did, and I’m surprised how turned on I was.” Sharon looked at Kate and Jeff, talking a few feet away. Fingering Kate hadn’t been her idea or even something she’d ever thought about, but the feel of her body and the thrill of bringing her to climax were amazing. Greg didn’t need to know how wonderful it felt when Jeff fondled her breast. Kate must have sensed her stare because she met her eyes and smiled. Unconsciously, Sharon had placed the fem-scented fingers under her own nose. Suddenly embarrassed, she let the hand drop and smiled sheepishly. Greg tapped his wife’s arm and pointed across the lobby. “See the guy with the opera glasses?” A man stood against the far wall with his little binoculars trained on Sharon. “Is he looking at my breasts?” She hissed. Greg slipped a hand up Sharon’s arm to her shoulder and gave two quick sideways hugs. Her breasts swayed from the motion. The man’s face lit up in a smile. “Yes, I guess he is, Honey.” He whispered into her hair, “Maybe he’s a United Nations inspector and he’s looking for weapons of mass seduction.” Sharon giggled and her face warmed. “I don’t think I could handle the body count.” “You don’t have to. That’s my job.” A sense of relief flowed through Sharon. Greg would take care of her and protect her. So why not allow him to be in charge of their sex life? She decided not to feel guilt or responsibility for whatever happened. Obviously he wanted to experience things she’d never dreamed of. The submissive role suited her naïveté. “Excuse me,” said Kate, and began to pull Sharon away. “We’d better powder our noses before the performance starts.” They walked a few steps in silence and then, glancing back toward the men, Kate whispered, “Jeff thinks you’re mad at him.” Taken by surprise, Sharon simply asked, “Why?” They waited until a few women left the bathroom before continuing. While Kate made a cursory inspection of her little red dress, she said, “He thinks you’re angry because he touched you in the van without permission. He said you looked at him, closed your eyes and made a face.” The recollection of Jeff’s touch triggered a pleasant shiver of déjà vu, ending at Sharon’s breasts. Her nipples tightened in response. Kate waited patiently. “Tell Jeff I’m not angry,” Sharon paused in her confession. “I made that face because I was trying to hide an orgasm, not because I was mad.” “You came!” blurted Kate. Two women entering the room glanced in their direction. “Ssshh.” Sharon nodded and grinned at Kate’s reflection, while pretending to apply lipstick. The house lights flashed to signal the play was about to start. The girlfriends left the bathroom to join their mates. As they walked down the aisle, Sharon watched Kate pull Jeff’s head down and whisper in his ear. When Jeff’s head snapped up to attention, Sharon knew her secret pleasure wasn’t a secret any longer. They found their seats and sat down in boy-girl-girl-boy formation. The friends shared the armrests by holding hands and remained quiet while studying the grandeur of the room. The ornate plaster moldings, twinkling chandeliers and the murmuring, perfumed crowd created a palpable tension of sensual anticipation. Sharon enjoyed her husband’s fingers rubbing her left hand while Kate’s fingers toyed with her right. The lights dimmed and the curtain opened. As the story began to unfold and the powerful music surrounded her, Sharon experienced an emotional epiphany. There became an immediate bond between her and the Phantom of the Opera. The Phantom’s greatest desire was to be loved. He did everything in his power to win Christine’s affection and yet he could not succeed -- what a tragic and lonely character. Sharon realized her life paralleled the Phantom’s in some ways. She was always on the outside looking in and never felt comfortable or appreciated. And, until yesterday, she’d always felt ugly. Unexplainable tears dripped down Sharon’s face at intermission. When the house lights came up she hastily said, “ Excuse me. I have to pee,” and squeezed by Greg. She hurried away, trying to regain composure before anyone noticed. Jeff followed her out from the seats and strolled up the aisle behind her. Panic overwhelmed her common sense. Searching for a quick escape, an orange exit sign at the end of the corridor offered immediate relief. People made a hole for her, as she fought against the flow of traffic. Finally at the door, she crashed through the emergency bar and into the warm night air. When the heavy door clicked shut she whirled around, knowing it was already too late. There was no handle on the outside. The metal door made a dull thud when she pounded on it. ‘I’ll just go around to the front and explain what happened.’ Turning toward the street, she discovered two other people already in the alley, and they weren’t dressed for the theater. They were big and male, with faces hidden inside hoods. The curious thought, ‘Why would anyone wear a hood in this hot weather?’ flashed through her mind. When one of the silhouettes threw down a wallet and then pocketed some loose bills, she understood the reason for their anonymity. Moneyman elbowed his partner, and said, “Damn! Look at that fine piece of ass. I think we got ourselves a bonus prize.” He began a gangsta stroll toward her. “Whatcha you doin’ out here, Lady?” The men spread out in an obvious move to block her exit. “Did you come out to play in our neighborhood? We’ll show you nightlife like you never dreamed.” Escape was impossible. Sharon scanned the ground for a weapon. A brick lay by the door. She picked up the heavy block and fought to balance it in a throwing position. “Stay back!” They stopped and laughed. “Whaddya wanna do, play catch?” The taste of bile filled Sharon’s mouth, as fear and anger pumped adrenaline into her bloodstream. A blank sense of failure and vulnerability weakened her knees. She dropped the brick and fell back against the wall. “Please don’t… Just let me go.” Bright light suddenly flooded the alley as the emergency door opened. The two hoods froze. After a few seconds, a familiar voice growled, “Fuck off,” and a strong grip pulled Sharon back into the theater. Inside the buzzing hallway, Jeff looked down at Sharon’s tearstained face and asked, “Are you all right?” Overcome by emotion, she hugged him and began to sob onto his shoulder. He wrapped her in his arms. “You’re safe now, Sharon. You’re okay.” Greg’s voice boomed, “What’s going on?” and Sharon switched men. Jeff quickly explained how he’d seen Sharon go outside and knew she’d been locked out. When he opened the door there were two men in the alley who appeared to be threatening her. “I’m going to tell the manager about this,” he said, and marched away. A small crowd began to gather as Greg soothed his wife. Kate stood close and rubbed her friend’s back. As Sharon’s tears subsided, Greg asked, “Do you want to leave, Honey?” “No, I don’t want to spoil everyone’s night,” Sharon broke away and regained self-control. “I shouldn’t have gone outside. I don’t know what I was thinking. I’m so stupid.” Softly, Kate said, “Let’s go get cleaned up. You’ll feel better when you get out of this hallway,” as she coaxed her toward the ladies room. “Okay.” Kate tried to be a comfort. By the time the lights flashed to signal the second act Sharon felt much better. “Let’s go. I really want to see the rest of the play.” Their husbands and the theater manager were waiting outside the door. The manager apologized as if everything was his fault and offered a full refund. Sharon was gracious and declined. Amid a few whispers and finger points, the foursome returned to their seats and held hands, tighter than before. When the play ended and the final curtain fell, both women were crying. Wiping her eyes, Kate said, “That’s such a tragic story. I can’t help feeling sorry for the Phantom.” “I know! He just wanted to be loved,” squeaked Sharon. “I want to know how they do all those special effects with the fire,” commented Jeff. “Yeah. And how do they disappear? I want the behind-the-scenes tour,” said Greg. Kate shook her head and said, “Men… you can lead them to fodder but you can’t make them think.” Greg added, “That was a great performance. The music’s incredible.” Jeff began to sing “Music of the Night” slightly off key, and they all joined in. Each couple bought the Phantom of the Opera sound track as a parting gift and then played it loud in the van, like Dead Heads gone mild. Walking from the van to their hotel, the party mood waned and was replaced by an air of indecision. Greg stopped in the lobby and asked, “Well, what should we do now?” Motioning toward the bar, he added, “Anyone want a nightcap?” Because of the “alley incident” everyone looked to Sharon for the answer. Kate asked, “How are you feeling, Sweetie?” Sharon took some time to answer and thought of what Greg had said earlier about living in the moment. ‘I’m the weak link in this erotic holiday. I should be willing to submit to my husband’s direction.’ Her thoughts shifted to Jeff, who seemed unusually quiet the last few minutes, and said, “I’m feeling very grateful to have a friend like your husband.” Sharon walked up to him. His chestnut colored eyes locked with hers. “I forgot to say thank you, for rescuing me.” The tanned face wrinkled at the eyes when he smiled. “I’m just glad I saw you go out.” “Thank you for being a friend in need,” Sharon said, and then laced her fingers in his wavy hair and pulled his face to hers. His lips were tight and dry. But she kissed him open mouthed long enough to send a message of possibilities. Sharon broke away, avoided eye contact and went to stand beside Greg. Placing an arm around his wife, Greg announced, “Why don’t we all go up to our room and get comfortable. It’s been a busy day. We should just relax and enjoy each others company, and if we get hungry or thirsty we can call room service.” Enthusiastically, Jeff said, “Sounds good to me!” Kate smiled. Sharon remained silent, but her skin tingled as her heart rate increased. Everyone kept quiet in the elevator and down the hallway. Once inside the room an unofficial pecking order seemed to arrange itself. This was Greg’s show and they all agreed wordlessly by waiting for instructions. “Jeff, how about going next door and bringing back your desk chair, so we have enough.” “Be right back.” “Honey, dim the lamp with the scarf again. That was a nice effect,” instructed Greg as he turned up the room thermostat. When Sharon placed the scarf over the lampshade a pink glow enveloped the room. Kate turned off the other lights. Jeff returned with the straight-backed chair. The men removed their jackets and ties. Jeff tuned the clock radio to soft music. Greg called room service and ordered a bottle of wine. The women sat down on the desk chairs, facing one another, to discuss the finer points of the Phantom’s tragic life. Greg stood behind Sharon and began to massage her neck and shoulders. “How’s that feel, Honey.” Sharon’s head fell back against his pants. “Mmm, wonderful.” Jeff began plying his fingers over Kate’s neck and ears, eliciting groans of contentment. The couples became silent participants in each other’s pleasure, similar to the night before only slower and more systematic. One man would change his caress or technique and the other would follow. Then, after a few minutes, it was the other man’s turn to initiate a change. Eyes were glued on the opposite pair. “Okay, Jeff, lets switch.” Sharon tensed a bit when Jeff began to touch her bare skin. But the smile on Greg’s face and on Kate’s finally put her at ease and she sank into the soothing pressure of another man’s fingers. Seeing Greg massage Kate provoked a different kind of physical response as well. Sharon didn’t feel jealousy or envy, only building desire. She already knew Kate and Greg intimately and now there was the anticipation of knowing Jeff -- she allowed the new-sex-partner excitement she’d been suppressing to run free. Greg seemed to notice a change of expression, and asked, “How are you feeling, Honey?” “Very… good,” she said. Jeff had an idea. “Why don’t you ladies rub each others feet?” Immediately Kate stood up and scooted her chair closer to Sharon, saying, “Great idea. But first I have to get rid of her stockings. I want to be able to work between her toes.” She didn’t wait for permission. Kate pushed Sharon’s dress out of the way and brazenly pulled down the stockings and panties. “Leave your dress up, Sweetie, so we can admire you,” she instructed. Then Kate sat down with her dress bunched around her waist, exposed to all eyes. She lifted a foot to Sharon’s lap and then beckoned for the return favor. Each began to rub the other’s soles. “Ah, this feels wonderful,” Kate gushed. Four pair of eyes soaked in the new feminine scenery. There was a knock at the door. The ladies covered up during the room service delivery. Once the man was tipped and hastened out the door, wineglasses were passed and act two began. Sharon drained her glass, trying to dull some of her nervousness. The excitement level was high, but her ingrained timid nature fought for dominance. Kate wandered over, and said, “I noticed you’ve trimmed your bush since this morning. It looks very attractive, if you don’t mind me saying so.” The bold compliment ended any tiptoeing around sexual subjects. Greg said, “I like it too. I told her it would tickle my nose.” Jeff said, “I was standing behind her, so I only got a peek.” In a mock tone of pity, Kate said, “Oh, poor Jeff. He’s been left out again.” The snide remark made Sharon think Kate might have a mean streak. She felt sympathy for Jeff. She’d let him look. She’d probably let him do more than just look. How far things would go was still undetermined. But she wasn’t going to offer anything. As far as she was concerned, that was up to Greg. Nothing was going to happen that didn’t meet with her husband’s approval. “You’re right, Kate,” agreed Greg. “Jeff has been left out. Both of you have been kind and generous friends.” He drained his wineglass while walking over to Sharon. “Honey, will you allow Jeff to have sex with you at some point this evening?” Well there it was, plainly asked. Was she willing to allow another man to use her for physical gratification? In reality, he’d already given her an orgasm, in a remote sort of way. But to allow vaginal penetration was a big leap in intimacy. Jeff must have sensed her misgivings by the prolonged silence, and preempted her answer. “Don’t worry, Sharon. I won’t force myself on you. We’re all friends here and we definitely want to remain friends. Kate and I have learned how to compartmentalize our sex life. We see it as just physical pleasure apart from our marriage. Not everyone can deal with it or is willing to.” And then he qualified his statement with an honest observation, “On the other hand, you have let yourself be swayed into sexual acts and, because you went along with us before, it gives me some hope of enjoying your beautiful body.” Sharon was titillated by his honesty. She liked Jeff, found him attractive and felt physical chemistry with him. But she wasn’t sure if she could put her heart on a shelf and just fuck for fucking sake. In the past, where her heart went so went her body. Would the polar opposite also be true, where her body went would her heart follow? It didn’t seem to effect her relationship with Kate, so maybe it wouldn’t ruin her friendship with Jeff. Greg’s frustration with all talk and no action became apparent. He said, “She does have a beautiful body, Jeff. We all saw it last night so what’s the big deal?” He moved behind Sharon and his fingers pulled the dress zipper all the way down, fast and loud. Carefully, he pulled the fabric from her shoulders and slipped the garment down her legs. “Step out, Honey.” Sharon stepped out from the dress and stood naked while her husband hung it up. Kate smiled broadly and ogled her from head to toe. Jeff seemed embarrassed by the forced unveiling and wouldn’t look directly at her. He stole glances. ‘Jeff and I are a lot alike,’ thought Sharon, as her heart pounded. “Now where were we?” Greg asked, when he returned and stood beside his wife. Kate said, “Let’s get back to the massages. I think we need to relax a little more.” She removed her dress and handed it to Jeff and he hung it up. The two naked women sat back down, Kate put her foot up between Sharon’s legs and rubbed her pussy with it. “Your hair tickles my foot.” It tickled Sharon too, but not her foot. She began to massage the playful toes while extending her leg to Kate. Greg began to massage Sharon’s bare shoulders and Jeff mirrored the movements on his wife. The view of Jeff and Kate excited Sharon. Kate’s tight breasts would move slightly with every shoulder manipulation and, from the focus of their eyes, hers were entertaining them as well. Being large, they swayed. Greg leaned over and ran his fingertips down her deep cleavage and then slid his fingertips out to toy with her nipples. Jeff performed the same maneuver and then added pinches and twists to Kate’s buds. Soon, Sharon felt the same electric tease. Greg traced a slow circle around an area on Sharon’s breast, “This is the hickey Kate gave her this morning.” Jeff met Sharon’s gaze, “I see.” She wondered if there would be a third mark… no… she hoped there would. The physical and visual stimulation was having its way with Sharon. A wanton state of mind began to crowd out her restraint. “Okay, let’s switch,” said Greg. Now Sharon watched as Greg fondled Kate’s breasts. Strange, gentle fingers tweaked her own. The hands palmed and lifted each globe, appreciating their weight. The unique pleasure of a new lover exploring her body consumed any remaining scruple with an intense heat of want. He was gentler than Greg was. She tipped her head up to look at him. Jeff smiled down, and said, “Your breasts are amazing.” Sharon closed her eyes and laid her head back against him, surprised to find an erection pressing against her scalp through the fabric. Instead of telling Jeff how good he was making her feel, she rolled her head side to side across the ridge in his pants. This only increased the playfulness of his fingers and Sharon decided Jeff was probably a very good lover. ‘He has to be. He’s married to Kate.’ Out of Town, Out of Mind Ch. 03 “How about more wine?” said Sharon. Releasing her boobs, Jeff said, “I’ll get you some.” The other pair of lovers had gone ahead of the class. Greg was kneeling, so he could suck on Kate’s breasts. His fingers slipped lower and played along her friend’s labia to tease the hidden clit. “Oh, yeah, do that… do it faster,” moaned Kate, as she met Sharon’s gaze and smiled. “He’s got me on the edge already, Sugar.” The foot in Sharon’s lap began to push against her with the rhythmic motion of sexual passion. Greg seemed to have reached a frenzied state. The rush was overpowering him. Never one to postpone gratification, he became aggressive. Quickly, he grabbed the chair, turned it for more room, lifted Kate’s legs over his shoulders and buried his face between her legs. This seemed to be a new thrill for Kate. He was a big man and she looked tiny next to him. “Ooo, Baby! Do it.” She held his head for control. The loud slurping seemed to echo. Kate was vocal in her pleasures and Sharon wondered if the difference turned Greg on. ‘That’s what it’s all about, right? Trying something new for a turn-on.’ Greg stopped for a breath. “Tastes great!” “Fill me with that fat tongue, Darling,” said Kate, with a wink at Sharon. Jeff arrived with two glasses of wine, handed one to Sharon and then stood by to watch Greg eat his wife. The bulge in his pants indicated his excitement. ‘Am I a disappointment to him?’ Sharon wondered. ‘He’s been so sweet to me.’ Kate was making those funny little squeaks again. Strange how she picked up her friends orgasmic ‘tells’ so fast. Kate seemed easy to please… or maybe she faked them? “Jeff?” He spun around in surprise. “Yes?” “I was wondering if you’d like to add your mark,” Sharon pointed next to the hickey Kate made, “right here.” Jeff didn’t need to be asked twice. “You bet I would,” he said, setting aside his wineglass and kneeling between her legs. She spread them wide, to accommodate. Placing his hands on top of her thighs, he leaned in and softly kissed her right nipple, then he kissed the left one and blew on them. Shivers brought goosebumps out on her arms and her nipples swelled. She gulped more wine when his hands slipped up her legs and met in her groin. As he began to suck her breast, his fingers patiently toyed with her pubic hair and traced her damp crease. Afraid of loosing control and staining the carpet, Sharon placed the wineglass on the desk. The fingers prying between her lips felt smaller than her husbands did. He was physically smaller, so she didn’t have the usual fear of being crushed. Jeff smelled good too. The musk scent she’d noticed on Kate earlier was stronger. When a finger penetrated, she groaned and laid her face down in his thick, fragrant hair and grasped his cheeks. Jeff backed away, met her gaze, popped the wet finger in his mouth, smiled and said, “Tastes great, too.” The grinning mouth moved back to her chest and lightly kissed down to her thighs. “I’m following the Little Dipper,” he said. Sharon’s naughty anticipation shot off the chart by the time she felt the wiggle of his tongue against her clit. Her hips arched to force contact, but he backed away. Nimble fingers traced up to her nipples and turned them like radio knobs, fine-tuning her from high to low fidelity. The tender lover was gifted and she found the sensual deviation thrilling. Jeff knew how to tease a woman into surrender. He repeated a torturous pleasure by building her passion to extreme heights and then stopping. With each new oral assault he’d carry her to the brink, hold her near the edge, show her the miracle up close and personal, and then pull her back from the free fall of release. He was a master of brinkmanship. In the distance, Kate was cumming. Finally Sharon begged, “Please, Jeff…” Sharon felt a new eagerness as he sucked her clitoris once again. His fingers pinched harder on the swollen nubs of her breasts, hastening the orgasm’s arrival. This time there were no concessions. The strategy became full-on sexual release. When Sharon arrived at the edge for the last time, Jeff sucked and teased her into sensory overload. With wave after pounding wave, the orgasm spread out from her clitoris. Finally it became unbearable. Between throbs and shallow breaths, Sharon asked him to stop. A few seconds later, the instrumental version of Music of the Night began to play on the radio. She opened her eyes and found Kate grinning at her. Greg was sitting on the end of a bed, sipping wine and smiling at her too. Jeff was still between her legs, kissing the inside of her thigh and supporting her breasts. She pulled his head up, smiled, and said, “Thank you. That was wonderful.” “It was my pleasure,” he said, and rose up to kiss her affectionately. Her female essence surrounded his lips. The buss lasted long enough to make Sharon wonder what her husband thought. When Jeff moved away, Greg knelt in his place and continued the kiss. A familiar fragrance wafted from his face to her nose. The flavor of Kate on her palate made the passion for the forbidden begin to simmer again. Her lips left his mouth to savor the coating on his chin. “You are so sexy,” whispered Greg. Pressing her forehead to his, she said, “I’m glad you think so.” They rubbed noses. “I love you.” “I love you too, more than ever,” said Greg, and kissed her again. There was murmuring behind Greg. Sharon pictured Jeff and Kate cuddling together, and thought, ‘That’s nice.’ Greg stood up, handed Sharon her glass of wine, and announced, “Whenever you ladies are ready, it’s payback time.” Jeff broke free from nuzzling Kate’s throat and moved off to retrieve his glass. He beamed a smoldering look at Sharon, and said, “I know I’m ready.” Sharon looked at the bulge in his pants and then at Kate, wondering how act three would begin and how it would end. Anticipation once again jump-started her heart. “First things first,” said Kate, “You boys are a little overdressed.” She walked over to Greg and began to unbutton his shirt. “Sharon, I’ve got your man covered… or should I say uncovered. You take mine.” Kate had Greg’s shirt off and licked a nipple by the time Sharon found the nerve to approach Jeff. “Don’t be afraid, I won’t bite,” he promised. “But I do like to suck and lick, though.” A laugh bubbled out and Sharon relaxed some. “I know you do. And you do it very well, too.” Her hands trembled slightly as they worked each button loose from top to bottom. Jeff had a hairy chest, unlike Greg. After Sharon pulled the shirttail from his pants, she couldn’t resist running her palms down each pectoral to feel the silky strands. The muscle under the skin was firm and well defined. The dark hair surrounded each pink nipple and accentuated their existence. Her fingers were drawn to them like nomads to an oasis. Jeff sighed when she touched them. They hardened immediately. So did hers. “That feels very nice, Sharon.” “Yes, they do.” She couldn’t believe she said that. Greg and Kate laughed. Sharon and Jeff looked over to see Kate’s hand already down Greg’s pants. “Kate is something else,” whispered Sharon, feeling a little envious. “Yes she is, but so are you.” Jeff moved closer and his chest hair tickled her nipples. Sharon stood nearly eye to eye with Jeff, while Greg always towered over her. It was another exciting difference. Jeff’s dark eyes locked with hers and ignited her newly discovered sexual impulse drive. Her hand cupped the front of his pants and rubbed the considerable length of his erection. “Mmm, you’re a sexy woman, Sharon, so soft and demur -- very different from Kate’s aggressive style. Whether you believe it or not, I think you’re very seductive.” “Is this demur?” Sharon pressed against him and tugged the shirt down his arms while capturing his honey-tongued mouth with her own. She wondered who’s seducing who? Jeff’s arms clamped around her and she thrilled at the roughness on her breasts. His hands stroked her back and then squeezed her bottom, pulling their groins together. They lingered in the warm embrace. A third hand suddenly worked in-between Sharon’s legs to swipe a finger between her moist lips. Startled, she opened her eyes and saw Greg’s nude body pass in the mirror. A full erection jutted out and Kate was leading him with it. She sat in the chair and Greg stood in front of her, pointing his weapon. Quickly, Sharon unbuckled Jeff’s belt and unzipped the fly. Using both hands, she stripped him down to the ankles. Balancing himself by placing a hand on the top of her head, Jeff stepped out of his clothes. Sharon’s face was mere inches from his cock. It wasn’t fully erect but close enough to give her a good first impression of its length and width, along with a tingle of impending pleasure. It was the first circumcised penis she’d seen since college. The shaft bulged with veins. The pink glans was smooth, bulbous and leaking precum. It grew harder before her very eyes. Jeff released her head. Sharon stood. Their eyes met and their lust exchanged smiles. “Sharon, sit next to me,” directed Kate. She placed the vacant desk chair beside to her friend and sat down. Greg moved in and straddled Kate’s lap. Kate pumped the rigid shaft, looked up at his face, and asked, “What do you want me to do with this monster?” “Lick it, Bitch.” A shockwave ran through Sharon. Her head snapped to catch Jeff’s reaction. He appeared unruffled. Perhaps this was just one of their sex games, Good Cock, Bad Cock. Yet the crudeness of the demand bothered her. It sounded so disrespectful. Grinning, Kate said, “Yes, Sir,” and then pinned the shaft against Greg’s stomach with her tiny palm. Because of his height, Kate had to rise up off the seat to reach his balls. She flicked the left one with a snaky lick and then the right. When she’d wet them both thoroughly, she made her tongue wide and washed the shaft’s underside from base to tip with a sluggishness that made Greg groan. The vision of her friend’s mouth on her husband’s penis held Sharon spellbound for a few minutes, until her own desire reminded her of the other naked man. ‘Where’d he go?’ He wasn’t in the room. A few seconds later, Jeff emerged from the bathroom and strolled over to Sharon. His penis had shrunk and his pubic hair looked damp. “I thought I’d clean up… just in case you were interested,” he said, and grinned hopefully. The cleansing act was so kind and considerate Sharon had to reward him. Grasping his ass with both hands, she pulled him over her lap and sucked the entire penis into her mouth. The taste was fresh and clean with a hint of salty juice. While it was soft, she was able to play her tongue around the entire organ, humming a happy tune. The sensation of it growing rapidly in her mouth pleased her, and spurred on the desire to return pleasure for pleasure. One hand fondled his testicles and the other one began to press his ass in and out, to begin a slow thrust. ‘From soft to hard in less than 60 seconds,’ she guessed when the penetrations began to choke her a little. Popping the rod out of her mouth, she stroked him. “Did I do good, Sweetie?” she said. Then thought, ‘I called him Sweetie. What’s gotten into me?’ “Aww, Babe,” whispered Jeff, “That was spectacular.” Sharon glanced at Kate and Greg. Kate had to kneel on the chair in order to go down on her husband. And she could only manage to fit half the hard-on into her mouth, but Greg looked more than satisfied with her technique. “Come a little closer, Sweetie,” coaxed Sharon. When Jeff was in position she arched forward and encased his cock between her breasts. She knew this would please him. He started to thrust slowly without being told. After a few seconds, he placed his hands on her shoulders and began harder, more determined, jabs. She kissed the tip on every up stroke. When the drives became intense and nearly automatic, he suddenly stopped and pulled away. Breathlessly, he said, “Not yet.” Sharon had been prepared for a cumm shower, and experienced a shred of disappointment. The wetness of her vagina revealed the thrill she felt performing the act. “That was quite a show, Honey,” said Greg. “I sure wish I could do that,” complained Kate. Obviously they’d stopped to watch her performance and Sharon felt a stirring of pride, not embarrassment. Modestly she said, “These boobs have to be good for something,” and jiggled them with her hands. “All right, I’ve had about all the foreplay I can stand,” announced Greg. “Sharon, Kate, bend over and put your hands on the desk.” The women looked at one another as if they were deciding to comply or defy. Kate popped up and simply said, “Okay,” and assumed the position. What could Sharon do, except stand beside to her friend? Each man stood behind his own wife. Greg fingered Sharon, checking her level of arousal. “Wow, Honey. Jeff’s got you totally turned on.” Jeff responded, “Sharon’s wonderful. And Kate feels just as excited.” The idea Greg was excited about another man arousing her left Sharon with mixed emotions. But, as he toyed with her body, lust won out. She nearly came when he placed his cock at her entrance and easily slid inside. In the mirror over the desk, Sharon watched the expression on Kate’s face as Jeff did the same. The men began to thrust and the reflected visual was extraordinary. The wives bodies reacted to every impact and the men’s faces revealed the self-involved expressions of rut. All eyes were on the mirror. Kate reached over and pinched Sharon’s nipple, sending sparks throughout her body. So Sharon returned the favor. Kate leaned over and puckered up. Again, Sharon couldn’t refuse, and they exchanged a hot, wet kiss. It must’ve excited Greg; because his thrusts became a little ragged and then he stopped, pulled out, and said to Jeff, “Switch.” Sharon’s secret wish had come true. Jeff was going to be inside of her. She liked him. She wanted him, and craved to give him the ultimate male/female satisfaction. She also wanted him to do the same for her. He moved behind her and they exchanged smiles in the mirror. There wasn’t any rush to him. She loved that. Greg was already pounding into Kate. The sounds they made were impressive. But Sharon liked the new thrill of a patient lover. His hands were on her ass now. Light fingers ran down her anal cleft, teasing her. He bent down to kiss her back. The other copulating pair changed positions. Greg seemed to be high on a power trip. Sharon watched her husband lift the small woman and carry her to a chair. He sat down and held Kate on top of him. Kate was definitely turned on and into the he-man scene, from the look and the sound of their fucking. Jeff captured her attention when his cock poked her. Their eyes met again in the mirror. As he tried to slip inside, Sharon tightened her muscles. Every once of energy she put into squeezing his penis, giving him maximum friction. A look of concern clouded his face until Sharon grinned and winked. He smiled and said, “Oh, you’re teasing me.” In retaliation, his hand reached around and toyed with her clitoris. The instantaneous pleasure made her weak and he entered quickly to the hilt. “You win,” she moaned. “I think this is definitely a win/win situation, Babe.” He began the piston motion toward heavenly bliss and she knew he was right. She’d won too. And yet he was kind enough to keep convincing her by stroking her clit or rubbing her ass or… maybe he had the Midas touch, Sharon certainly felt golden and rapidly lost control of her body. She tried to squeeze him internally, tried to twist in ways to seduce him like he seduced her. But it was hopeless. She gave up and lost touch with reality. Unexpectedly, he pulled out as she neared the abyss of completion again. “Oh, whyyy?” she whined. He took her to the bed and laid her back. “I want to see your face when I make you come. Don’t try and hide it, this time.” The bed was definitely better. She could kiss and fondle him, wrap her legs around that tight ass and spur him on. She wasn’t holding anything back. He propped himself up and she pinched his nipples, scratched his chest. She was saying things -- filthy, exciting things to make him do it to her. “Give the Littler Dipper your dip stick…” They laughed. Soon it was coming. The big bang was coming hard. She told him so. She told him how good it felt and he responded by making it feel even better. The explosion hit and her body arched as the uncontrollable spasm swept through her. Stars twinkled on the inside of her eyelids. Jeff gave two hard thrusts, and then pressed deep, flooding her with his seed. They lay quietly tangled together, immersed in an afterglow of satisfaction. Sharon loved him. Out of Town, Out of Mind Ch. 04 Sharon relaxed beneath Jeff, savoring the intimate afterglow. Her satisfied mind felt calm and comfortable. The room was quiet. Apparently Greg and Kate were done too. The mattress sank, as new weight pressed on the bed next to her pillow. Sharon looked to see who’d joined them. Kate sat on the edge and glanced from Sharon to Jeff several times, before asking in an accusatory tone, “Honey, what did you do to her?” Sharon tensed, suddenly afraid this had all been a horrible mistake. Jeff raised up on his arms, but kept his softening cock pressed inside of her. Jeff smiled at his wife, and when Kate smiled back, Jeff said with satisfaction, “I made her come.” A small hand slithered down Sharon’s stomach and forced its way between their bodies to the point where they were still joined. Kate said, “Did you come too? Let me see.” Jeff pulled out and rolled off. Sharon felt the loss of his warmth and his cock with a sense of regret. Normally, she’d complain when her husband, Greg, left her before the minimum cuddle time had elapsed, but as Kate’s hand cover her mons and pressed between her wet folds, she didn’t have time to feel abandoned. “Oh, Sweetheart. Jeffery has left quite a mess down here,” said Kate, straddling Sharon’s torso to get a closer look. “Husband’s can be such slobs, can’t they? We are always cleaning up after them.” Her lips covered Sharon’s pussy and began to suck out Jeff’s mess. The sensation gave the nerve endings a jump-start Sharon thought was impossible. But as her friend’s tongue wormed inside her slick cunt, she felt life coursing back between her thighs. Kate’s crotch swayed above her, spread wide and glistening with Greg’s seed. She stared at the open and engorged labia of the freshly fucked pussy with a sense of wonder. Never had she dreamed of seeing such a sight in person and never such a sight created by her husband with another woman. She stared, transfixed by the phenomenon, until Greg’s voice whispered, “Go ahead, Sweetie, lick her.” He knelt next to the bed and gazed at the thoroughly spunked pussy with his wife. “You know you want to.” Kate hummed on Sharon’s clit, and she closed her eyes when a wave of pleasure pulsed up to her nipples. Greg folded a pillow and tucked it under his wife’s head. “There you go. Now you won’t strain your neck.” It was so close, Sharon could smell her friend’s drenched pussy, but she couldn’t bring herself to open her eyes. “Doesn’t it feel good, what she’s doing to you? Don’t you think she’d like the same thing?” Greg asked. He had a point. Kate was making her squirm and she’d unconsciously opened her thighs to allow easier access. “Sharon, watch me,” demanded Greg. She opened her eyes to find her nose only a few inches from Kate’s sodden cunt. Greg placed his finger above the swollen gash and swiped through it. There was an immediate groan from Kate, and it vibrated hard against Sharon’s mound. Greg turned the damp finger over and painted his wife’s lips with the combination male/female juice. He said, “Open up.” Sharon obeyed, and Greg stuck it in. The flavor was not unpleasant, almost tasteless in fact. The finger left her mouth and returned to Kate’s clasping pussy. Sharon watched, as Greg slipped half of it inside of her. Luminous goo pushed out around it. This time, she watched Greg’s finger travel to his own mouth, where he sucked on it hungrily. “Mmm, tastes great.” Kate’s mouth lifted from her oral amusement long enough to say, “Sharon, do me, please. I’m so horny.” What else could she do? Tentatively, Sharon lifted her head, stuck out her tongue and gave Kate’s clitoris a snaky flick. Immediately, Kate groaned and pressed back against her friend. Sharon felt like a jellyfish had swallow her face, until Greg, laughing, pushed Kate away, and said to his wife, “I’ll help keep her from smothering you.” Leaning in close for a good view, Greg cupped and spread Kate’s ass and held it firm so Sharon could experiment safely. Sharon began with small, tasty forays. Encouraged by her friends groaning response against her own pussy, she soon learned the better she gave the better she got. It wasn’t long before she was clamped to Kate like a vacuum, so her tongue could flail away. She tried to mimic what felt good to her, never quite sure she did it right. Copious amounts of her husband and Kate’s juices flooded her palate. She liked it. Kate seemed extremely pleased, and shuddered repeatedly. Suddenly, there was a new pressure against Sharon’s ass. At first she thought it was an honest mistake, made in the heat of passion. But the pressure persisted until the sphincter gave way. Sharon arched her back and clenched her ass, against the new invasion. “What’s that in my bottom!” Greg looked to see, and then smiled. “Jeff has in little finger in you. How does it feel.” “Huge!” “Does it hurt?” “No, it’s just… different,” said Sharon. In fact, to know Jeff was involved heightened the thrill. Combined with Kate’s mouth, it felt pretty good. She watched Greg wet his pinky finger. “Her turn,” he whispered, and pressed it against Kate’s tight hole. Sharon felt the body above her tense, as the finger popped in past the first knuckle. Another finger began to push inside Sharon’s pussy. Greg did the same to Kate, and copied the seesaw motion she felt below. Sharon’s responsibilities were now reduced to teasing Kate’s swollen clitoris. The men had taken over, almost. A small hand slipped down and began to fondle one of her large breasts. It traced her nipple and pinched it awake. Sharon had two free hands, and was able to slide them up Kate’s flat tummy to capture both of her perky boobs. The soft globes had hard, pointy centers that demanded teasing. This foursome continued for several minutes until Kate suddenly exploded. Her bucking screams surprised everyone and they all smiled at her passionate release. She rolled off to the side, leaving Jeff to attend to Sharon’s pussy alone. Now that Kate was out of the way, Sharon looked down her body to see Jeff’s hands busy with her two orifices. The double penetration increased intensity, while Greg watched with keen interest. “How’s that feel, Honey? You look so sexy.” “Do I?” She hoped so. She wanted to please him and it really pleased her. “It feels very nice.” He bent down and sucked on a nipple and tweaked the other briefly, and then slipped his fingers down to help stimulate her clit. Jeff took his oiled fingers from her pussy, glazed her right nipple and then sucked it. Greg latched onto the left nipple, and suckled next to his friend. The idea of Greg and Jeff sharing her, sucking her, pleasuring her, was too much. Sensory overload swept from her pussy throughout her body in a tidal wave of pulsing ecstasy. They didn’t stop until she pushed their heads away. Greg kissed her passionately. “You’re wonderful, Sharon. Thank you for this,” he said, and then left for the bathroom. Jeff leaned on his elbow to her right and Kate revived enough to lean over her from the left side. First Kate kissed Sharon and said thank you. Then Jeff kissed Sharon and said thank you. Then they repeated. Everyone’s mouth tasted of sex, only the texture and technique were different. Finally, as Kate massaged Sharon’s left breast and Jeff fondled her right, they kissed each other over the middle. Sharon watched the married couple swap tongues and felt their heat pass down through their arms to her chest. “I need some more wine,” Sharon announced, leaving the necking pair on the bed. After refilling her glass she sat down in a chair and became an audience. Kate and Jeff continued to make out and fondle each other. The erotic show had its effect. Sharon felt arousal spring anew from the stimuli of her two naked friends. When Greg came out of the bathroom Sharon went in and freshened up. Once she felt acceptably clean, she walked back into the room to find Kate sandwiched between the two men. They were sucking on her tits. She pumped an erection in each hand. There was no quit to that woman’s sex drive. The men were behaving like 18-year-old studs. Watching them enjoy each other, Sharon felt no shame. The whole group sex dynamic seemed comfortable after a few orgasms. Everyone had their share of pleasure, fair and balanced coitus. But, like any other sex act, there are only so many combinations you can try before something new has to be added to spice things up. Dragging a desk chair close to the action, she sat down to enjoy the show, satisfied just to sit this one out. Or so she thought, until an idea of something new popped into her head. The lurid thought so foreign to her, she didn’t know how if she could initiate it. With her new adventurous spirit, Sharon said, “Hey, you guys, I want to see something different.” The threesome stopped in mid-stroke to stare at Sharon. She recognized the look of surprise her husband made whenever she showed initiative. Greg asked, “What is it, Honey?” “I was thinking I’d like to see you and Jeff do something to each other.” “I don’t think…” Greg began. Kate sprang up. “Woo-hoo, that would be different!” she said, releasing the cocks. “Good idea, Sharon. They like watching us together. I think I’d like to see them return the favor.” The two men furrowed their brows and began to weakly protest, but knew they were trapped by their own agenda. “Greg if you don’t do this for me you’ll be a hypocrite. I did things to make you happy. So you should repay the favor. It won’t kill you guys to play along for a change.” The men sat quiet for a minute, thinking it over. Sharon and Kate huddled up to discuss what they should do. Kate said, “I like the way you think, Woman. My only restriction would be, don’t let them come. They only have a little left and I don’t want them to waste it on each other.” She waggled her eyebrows, “if you know what I mean.” Now that she’d started the fantasy toward reality Sharon wasn’t so sure it was a good idea. “What if they get mad?” “Honey, if you help them along, they’ll do anything you want. Just tell them how hot it’s making you. Be forceful, and they’ll obey. Like when you wanted Greg to build that backyard fence, remember?” Greg would always do anything Sharon wanted, eventually. Although, sex acts were never an issue until now. But she held all the cards. She’d given him everything he’d wanted. Now it was time for payback. He owed her. Resolve stiffened her back. She wanted to see this, not so much for the turn-on, but because she could. “Greg, sit in this chair.” Kate moved to the bed and sat cross-legged to watch. Greg looked at Sharon and Kate, but not Jeff, before he moved to the chair. Sharon stood beside him, leaned down and said, “This is making me so hot, Baby. Just thinking about it is getting me wet.” It’s true. Power is an aphrodisiac. “Feel how wet I am,” she said, taking his hand and placing it between her legs. His fingers touched the lubed slit and Sharon’s legs almost folded. Arousal radiated from his eyes at the discovery. In a weak voice, Sharon said, “Jeff, come here.” When he stood close with his cock at half-mast, she rubbed her hands on his firm chest and kissed him. Greg’s fingers stopped feeling her pussy for just a second, and then continued to tease her labia, avoiding her clitoris. He’d always been a good sexual tease. “Greg, put your fingers in me,” she said, placing a foot on the rung of the chair and spreading her legs. His fingers easily slid in and out. “Jeff, play with my breasts.” When he caressed one in each hand, she kissed him again. The two men continued pleasuring her for long minutes. Kate sat alone on the bed and fingered herself. Breaking free from Jeff’s lips, Sharon kissed down his body, sucked his nipples, and licked over his rippled stomach. Greg had to withdraw his hand from her pussy as she squatted next to his chair. It was a relief not to have to stand anymore. The desire to be fucked took her strength. Sharon straddled Greg’s lap and sat down with his cock trapped between them. Jeff’s erection cantilevered out at eye level, now fully engorged. She took hold of Greg’s wrist and raised it toward Jeff’s cock, saying, “Spread my juice over it, Honey.” She felt a little resistance, as his shiny fingers approached its target. “Come on. It won’t bite.” Greg’s hand reached for the shaft, but Sharon stopped him. “No, caress the tip.” When Greg’s cunt soaked fingers lightly touched his friend’s glans, Jeff groaned and his abdomen tightened. “I think he likes it,” said Sharon. “Now you know what I feel when I touch you.” Greg mumbled, “It feels strange, touching a cock that’s not mine. Like I expect to feel the sensation, but don’t. I know how it should feel, though.” Jeff remained silent on the issue, while his friend played with him. Sharon said, “Hold it still.” Greg gripped the shaft. Sharon leaned forward and sucked it in, down to his fist and back. “Mmm, tastes great.” She leaned back. “Put some more juice on it.” His fingers left the cock and reentered his wife’s pussy, wiping up and down to completely wet his hand. And then without her coaching, he returned it to Jeff’s cock and began to stroke it with a slow motion. “Holy shit,” Jeff moaned. Sharon pulled her husband’s wrist, which brought Jeff along with it. Greg held Jeff’s cock in front of her face, expectantly. She pushed his hand away and grabbed the hard-on. “Your turn, Lover.” “I don’t think so,” he said. Placing her hand behind his head, Sharon pushed forward. He resisted. “C’mon, I want to see you suck on it. Please,” she said, and then kissed him, while pulling Jeff closer. The husband and wife continued too kiss, while Jeff’s cock pressed at their oral connection. Sharon rubbed the spongy hardness over both their cheeks. When Greg seemed to relax, she moved back and put the cock on his lips. “Open wide.” Staring into his wife’s eyes, Greg parted his lips. Sharon pushed the back of his head until the cock was halfway in. “Now suck it.” His cheeks hallowed as he obeyed his wife’s command. Sharon pushed and pulled on his hair until he continued the slow back and forth motions on his own. Jeff groaned from the new stimulation and began to thrust his hips in response. Sharon watched with intense lust. The fact her husband would blow his friend for her blew her mind. “Can you taste my juice on his cock?” Greg mumbled, “Mm-hmm.” Jeff moaned again. Sharon began to pump her husband’s cock, nestled between her legs. This intensified his sucking. Kate had moved to the edge of the bed, fingers pumping in and out as she watched the drama unfold. “You guys look so wild.” “Okay,” said Sharon, pushing Jeff away from Greg. “I want to see something else.” Gripping Jeff’s cock, she stood and led him to Kate. She knelt down in front of her. “Put your leg over my shoulder.” With Kate’s legs spread wide apart, Sharon tugged Jeff’s cock toward his wife’s gaping sex. He had to lean down onto the mattress to be posed at her entrance. Sharon’s eyes were fixed on the couple’s genital, as she teased his cock through her labia and across her clit. Kate’s hips bucked up, to seal the deal. But Sharon pulled him away, until she settled down. Wrapping her fingers around the tip, Sharon allowed Jeff to penetrate his wife only an inch, and then began to diddle Kate’s clit with her index finger. She said, “Wow, I feel like a sex therapist.” In a German accent, she continued, “And this is how you tease your wife, build her up to a humongous orgasm.” The way Kate’s hips began to undulate, she knew it was true. As Kate’s motions became urgent, and the leg over her shoulder kicked harder, Sharon let go of Jeff’s cock. “Go for it, Big Boy!” Her face only inches from the action, Sharon watched with wide-eyed wonder at the plunging penis. This was a sex education lesson they’d never taught in Health 101. In a helpful mood, she continued to twirl Kate’s clit, between Jeff’s crushing thrusts. Greg moved off his chair and sat beside Sharon to watch his wife in action. “Honey, you are amazing,” he said, and fondled her breast. Her eyes closed with the pleasure and he took it as a green light. As Sharon fiddled with Kate, Greg slipped underneath, pushing her up until he was in position. When he let go of her ass, Sharon sat on his erection. Now they were all sexually connected. It wasn’t long before Kate’s kicking-and-screaming orgasm exploded. In a chain reaction, the finale triggered Jeff’s coming. When that husband/wife team retired, Greg pushed Sharon forward onto all fours and plunged in and out, doggy-style. Kate and Jeff kneeled on either side to play with her swaying breasts. They took turns kissing her upturned face, and teasing her clit. Soon, she was screaming with her own climax and dutifully Greg followed. Spraying his diminished seed deep inside. They lay in a tangled mass of exhaustion.