0 comments/ 48546 views/ 3 favorites A Snap Decision By: Edanthony It had been a snap decision. We had been talking on the Sunday night and Gary had said that he needed a few days off. His new job was great but his recent project had not gone well. He had worked quite a few late nights and needed a break. Liz had commented earlier that she was nearly out of cigarettes, and I had told her that we were down to the last couple of bottles of white wine. Later in the evening Liz said, "Why don't we do it again?" "We haven't done it the first time yet!" said Gary moving to the settee and fondling Liz's knee. "No not that you fool!" said Liz, "I mean go to France again!" "When?" I asked. "Next weekend." suggested Liz. "We could go on Friday and come back Sunday." I looked at Gary who said it was Ok by him. "Lets do it." Said Liz. We adjourned to the office and found 'P&O' on the Web. Within minutes the car and passengers were paid for; 9:30am out of Portsmouth to Cherbourg, back 5:30pm Sunday. "Great!" they said. On Wednesday when I arrived home Liz greeted me with "You know what we've forgotten?" I looked blank. "The hotel!" she said. "Damn! You're right." I pulled out my wallet where I knew that I kept the hotels information. I dialled the number. "Sorry sir," they said "We are full apart from one large room on the front on the fifth floor." "Will it sleep 3?" I asked. It would, so I booked it. "What could I do?" I said to Liz. "We can't guarantee to get a room when we get there and I don't have any other numbers!" Gary stayed over on the Thursday night so that we could get away early in the morning. I was tired as I had been away that day, and went to bed at 10pm. I left Liz and Gary watching a video. I woke up at 2:30am to find Liz playing with my erect cock. "I hope that you are rested," she said "because I need some fucking!" I commented that her pussy was very wet, and she told me that she had been playing with herself. I slipped my cock in and gave her a pounding. She orgasmed quickly but I kept up the rhythm and she came again when I did. Then we slept. The drive to Portsmouth was uneventful and we arrived in plenty of time and were immediately directed straight on to the ferry. When the bar opened Gary bought Liz and himself large wines and me a pint. Liz repeated the order a little later and I bought yet another round an hour before we docked. What the hell I thought it's only a short drive to the hotel. We left the ferry drove to the hotel, and checked in. I left them to take the bags to the room while I moved the car to the hotels parking area. Up in the lift and down the corridor to room 507. I knocked on the door and Liz let me in. It was a large room with windows facing out onto the harbour. There were two double beds a good-sized table with four chairs, and a sofa. Liz and Gary were hanging up our clothes in the built in closet. I needed a pee and went into the bathroom. We had stayed in the hotel before but I had never seen a bath as big as this one. It was set into the corner and looked enormous. I had a pee came out and suggested we go for lunch. We went to our normal restaurant and arrived just before closing time. We ordered from the lunch menu as we intended to eat again that evening. Three pichets of wine and a good meal later we left for a stroll around the town. Within 50 yards (metres) we realised that we were all a little pissed and decided that a lie down would be more sensible, and so made our way back to room 507. Liz went into the bathroom and came out a while later in her silky dressing gown. "I thought we were just going to have a lie down." I said. I had just flopped onto the bed. "I don't want to crease my clothes." she said and climbed under the covers. "Oh well. I suppose you are right." I agreed, so I stripped off and climbed in next to her. Gary was just lying on his bed with his eyes closed. Liz snuggled up against me and whispered "Are you too tired?" "Too tired for what?" "Too tired to give me one!" she said, and her hand dropped down to my cock. Apparently my cock wasn't too tired as it started to rise immediately. She slipped off the dressing gown and moved under the covers down to my cock. I looked across at Gary. He was awake and watching the hump in the bedclothes move lower down the bed, his hand was rubbing his crotch. My eyes closed as I felt her mouth drop onto my erection. She sucked and nibbled me and I cried out for her to stop before I came. "Come up the bed." I told her and as she did, I rolled over between her legs. As I slipped it in she said "Whose a big boy!" "Same as usual dear." I replied. "Not you!" she said "Gary!" I realised that she was looking across at Gary and following her look saw him fondling a massive hard on poking out of his trousers. I started to pump her and her eyes closed with the pleasure of it. She came quickly and I stopped as I was well out of breath. I rolled off and cuddled her, kissed her and told her all the things I felt for her. The bed creaked as Gary climbed in on the other side of her, his hand came over and cupped her breast and I felt her move as she pressed back against him. I dropped my hand down to her wet pussy and played with her clit. I felt her move back again as Gary moved lower down the bed. I felt the tip of his cock against my fingers and rubbed it with her juices. I flattened my palm against her mons as I felt him push. My hand stopped him sliding up her belly and helped his cock in. She moaned. He started to move in her and I went back to playing with her clit. I dropped my head down to bite on her nipple as Gary continued to shaft her from behind. "I want all of it." she cried. Gary rolled her over got between her legs and slipped it all the way in. Her head turned to me and she mouthed "I love you" as Gary gave it all that he had got. Her legs came up over his back as he rode her. I kissed her and fondled her breast. She came with a scream and Gary came quickly afterwards. Exhausted, we all fell asleep. I awoke at about 5:30am and poured a drink. Gary woke with the noise of tinkling glasses. He obviously wanted some more as he started to climb onto Liz. She woke and said "No! I need a shower and I want to get out and see the town. Later boys," she said "later!" She pulled on her gown, asked me to pour her a glass of wine and went into the shower. We dressed and went out into the town. We first went to our favourite bar and downed a couple of kirs as an appetiser. We then found a restaurant that we had not used before. The place was dimly lit with high-backed settles instead of chairs we were taken to a long table with a correspondingly long settle. "It seems a shame to waste it doesn't it." said Liz and sat in the centre of the settle. We immediately cottoned on to what was in her mind and sat either side of her. The settle was around the corner of the restaurant and not visible to the rest of the diners. We ordered more Kirs and perused the menu. "I am gong to have the lamb." said Gary "And I am going to start with the Oysters." "I'll start with the same and then have the pork." I said. "Oh I like a bit of Pork!" said Liz "But I am going to have the chicken and start with the Asparagus." The waiter clicked along the stone flags came round the corner and took our order. We ordered a bottle of red and a bottle of San Pelligrino. When the wine came and the waiter had poured we toasted each other, "To a good weekend and may it bring all you want." As we chatted my hand dropped to Liz's knee. It was dark and we were around the corner, so why not! I stroked her thigh and slowly and sensuously moved higher. My hand touched another hand. Gary had the same ideas! We both moved up sliding her skirt higher and higher. No pants! "Happy boys?" Liz said as I touched her pussy. "Blissful." we both said in unison! We heard a click clack and our hands were above the table before the waiter appeared with the first courses. Gary and I set about our Oysters, and I said that I hoped that they would do all that they were supposed to. Liz started on the asparagus with sexual abandon. We drooled as she she licked on the tips, we swallowed hard as she sucked in the length and I kissed away the butter running down her chin. She wiped her lips with the napkin and said "Asparagus always makes me feel sexy." as she dropped her hands to our crotches. She rubbed my erection and it was obvious Gary was getting the same attention. "Come on then" she said "I have come without pants, I don't see why you shouldn't flop them out!" We undid our flies and pulled out our cocks. Before Liz could get a hand on them we heard the click-clack and hastily covered them with our napkins. Liz ate her chicken and rice with just a fork. Sometimes in her left hand sometimes in her right. Her other hand was always playing with my cock or Gary's. Gary and I ate our meal and alternately fingered her pussy, licking the juices off our fingers as an addition to the gravy. Liz was soaking by the end of the course and Gary and I were also dripping with pre-come. We decided that we had better ideas for afters than what was on the menu and so just ordered liqueurs and coffee with tea for Gary. Liz told us exactly what she wanted for afters and Gary and I didn't question her judgement. We finished the drinks and coffees, paid the bill and set off back to the hotel. While walking up a dark alley I bent Liz over a low wall and slipped it in while Gary stood lookout. I had managed no more than ten strokes when he indicated that someone was coming. We strolled along again with Gary fondling her breast and bottom at every opportunity. We arrived back at the hotel let ourselves in and entered the Lift. On the way up Liz grabbed at our crotches and fondled our balls through our trousers. We entered the room and Liz stood at the end of the bed. We slowly undressed her kissing and fondling her breasts as they were bared. We laid her back on the bed and I dropped onto my knees and buried my head in her pussy. She was so wet! I licked and nibbled at her clitoris while I heard "ooh's" and "aah's" from Gary. I looked up to see him kneeling on the bed with his cock buried in her mouth. I stood up, lifted her legs and slipped my cock in. "I cant do both!" she said and released Gary's cock to concentrate on my fucking. We came together and I dropped onto the bed in exhaustion. We both played with her breasts until she came around from her orgasm. Then Gary dropped on his knees between her legs. He gently kissed licked and sucked at her until it was obvious that she needed fucking. He slid her up the bed and as she wrapped her legs around him. He slipped his length into her soaking hole. Again she came and he pulled away. She climbed on top of me and dropped her cunt onto my cock. I started to firm up again as she slipped it in. "Come on Gary" she said "I need two." He moved onto the bed behind her, she bent over me and I felt his cock slide in alongside mine. "Oh my God!!" she said "Two thick cocks inside me!" and she started to ride us. Gary played with her breasts as she gyrated between us and the sight caused me to come very quickly. Liz bent over me while Gary took up the action. I played with her breasts while he fucked and I felt his cock rubbing alongside mine. "Ohh! I'm cumming." she cried, "Ohh yeh. Me to. Come on my cock.," cried Gary and they both collapsed. As we lay side by side on the bed Liz sighed "Hmmm. That was nice . . . and we've still got Saturday and Sunday to go! We woke on Saturday morning and showered individually. I was last and when I came out Liz was drying her hair by the side window. Oh my god she said, what is it I asked? Just come and look. I walked over; she was looking down at a window on the fourth floor of the annex, only 20 feet away. Through the window I could see a bed and on the bed a nude black male body. His cock was huge and he was gently playing with it. As we watched it grew. It must have been 9 inches long and fat as a coke can. Gary immediately grabbed his camera and took a few pictures using his telephoto lens. Well I said how would you fancy that? I'd never get it in she said, but I'd enjoy trying she added with a laugh. We saw him stand up and Liz moved away from the window in case she would be seen. The position of the bed meant that we did not see his face, but he looked slim and not over muscular. I looked out again but he had moved away from the window, probably into the shower. "Well," said Liz "that was a lovely start to the day." and continued drying her hair. Gary and I were ready and I needed a coffee. We left the key and said we would meet Liz down stairs. We went down in the lift. The breakfast room was very full but a group were just leaving a table near the entrance as we got there. We moved in and the waitress started to clear their remains. Just then in walked a six-foot black guy; it was obviously our neighbour. He looked around for a seat. Please join us." I said "We have a spare place." He looked across and smiled as he came over. He sat down and with an American accent said "Thank you, I thought that I was going to starve." Gary and I introduced ourselves, his name was Peter and he was from Seattle. Just then in walked Liz. Her mouth fell open when she saw whom we were with. She came over sat in the remaining chair and I introduced her to Peter. He was very charming with Liz and she quickly lost the nerves that she initially felt. We chatted generally while we were served our coffee and croissant. During breakfast Peter told us why he was in Cherbourg. He was on a 3-month tour of Europe singing in clubs. France first then Germany then England. He had been in Dijon for the last week and had been booked for three nights here in Cherbourg, then of to Paris and Marseilles. He had sung for the last two nights tonight was his last. We all hit it off and when breakfast was over he asked what we were doing that night. Liz told him that we had planned to have dinner and then go for a drink. "Why don't you come to the club?" he suggested and gave us three complimentary tickets. "See you at about ten thirty." he said as he left. "What do you think?" asked Liz. "Great!" I replied, "I never say no to free tickets." Gary agreed but said if we were going to be out late he needed a sleep this afternoon. Liz made no comment about the fact that this was the guy that we had seen through the window, I wasn't sure if she realised or not! We spent the morning trawling the shops, as Liz had brought nothing that would be suitable for a night-club. We found a lovely black dress with a low neckline that she looked fabulous in. She also bought some new high-heeled shoes and stockings some lacy panties and a black garter belt. She said that the dress would not suit a bra and Gary and I agreed immediately. We lunched again in Le 32 with the now requisite three pichets of wine. When we left Gary said I need that snooze and we all went back to the room. In the lift on the way up we made our usual grab for her. As she had the bags in her hand she couldn't protect herself and I noticed that Gary had a good feel of her right boob. In the room Gary stripped off and jumped in his bed. Liz said she wanted a bath. I lay on the bed and read a book. Liz stripped and disappeared into the bathroom and I heard her running the bath, then climbing in. Actually I thought a bath would be nice and it looked big enough for two. I stripped off and went into the bathroom. She was lying in the water playing with herself. I climbed in and lay with her. "What are you thinking of?" I asked. "Cock!!" she said and started to fondle mine. "Actually Peters cock; it was him wasn't it, in the window?" "I think so." I said "I haven't seen any other black guys in the hotel." "Christ it looked huge!" she said, "and he seems a nice chap doesn't he." She was still fondling me, and my cock had grown nicely. "How about me slipping it in?" I asked, "Come on. Get on your knees." She turned over and I knelt behind her. I don't like fucking under water as it washes all the lubrication out and you get sore. I slipped it into her lovely pussy and started to ride her. The bathroom door opened and in walked Gary with a massive hard on. "How about sucking this?" he said. "No way!" said Liz "You haven't washed it." "That's easy" he said and climbed into the bath by her head. He soaped it over rinsed it off in the water and said "Better?" "Much." said Liz and dropped her mouth over it. Gary lay back and played with her breasts while she sucked and wanked him. I pounded in from the rear doggie fashion. He came quite quickly and his cum shot up and landed on her back. She could now concentrate on my fucking and came a few minutes later. I shot my load just after. We lay relaxing in the hot water. "Liz was thinking about Peter's cock." I told Gary. "Yeah that would be an experience." he said. "Umm, wouldn't it." said Liz as she lay back in the water with a smile on her face. We towelled of and went to bed and I dropped of to sleep in minutes. When I awoke it was dark; I had been asleep for hours. Liz was in bed with Gary, asleep with him tucked in behind her. I assumed that they had both still been randy and had helped each other out. I checked the clock it was nearly seven p.m. I woke them up and said "Come on its nearly dinner time." We all dressed; Liz took her new outfit into the bathroom and came out fully dressed. She looked fantastic, the dress was everything that she had hoped it would be, the low neckline showed off her breasts beautifully, the skirt spun out as she twirled showing off her lovely legs. Yes, she was gorgeous. "Ok." I said "Where do we eat?" Gary suggested "How about Liz's pussy?" but Liz said "No, I want go out and have some fun." We decided to go back to the restaurant that we had eaten in the previous night. Liz wouldn't allow us to fondle her pussy as she said that it would crease her dress, however she did wank us between courses! We finished an excellent meal by ten fifteen. "Come on then," said Liz, "lets go to the club." Gary said that he wasn't really dressed for it and would go back to the hotel. We pushed him to come but he insisted and so Liz and I went off together. We found the club quite easily in fact it was only about 400 yards from the hotel in an area that we hadn't been in before. At the door we gave in the tickets that Peter had given us and were shown to a table in an alcove overlooking a small dance floor and with an excellent view of the stage. Before I had a chance to order a drink a waiter brought a bottle of champagne and four glasses. I started to say that we hadn't ordered it when Peter arrived at the table and said, "With my compliments, thank you for coming. I hoped that you would. Where is your friend Gary?" he asked, Liz explained that Gary had felt that he wasn't dressed correctly. "I can understand that." he said, "When out with a woman as beautiful as you it is important to be at ones best." Liz smiled and accepted his compliment gracefully. So, he said pouring us all a glass of champagne here is to your beauty, he lifted his glass to Liz, your luck, he raised his glass to me, and my hopes. He drained the glass and said, no more of that until I have done my spot and put the glass down. We talked generally about our past and watched as couples were dancing to a small band played which played on the stage. I asked Liz to dance and we walked down and took the floor. The music was older stuff mainly forties type songs, waltzes quicksteps and foxtrots. Liz followed me beautifully on the floor and we danced to three or four tunes without stopping. Enjoying yourself I asked, wonderful she replied, so unexpected. We moved back to our table to join Peter. You dance well together he said you really flowed around the floor. Roger is the dancer said Liz, I just follow. Could you follow me said Peter with a smile, I don't know said Liz we could try, and with that they both walked down to the floor. I ordered a large whisky and water as I felt that Liz enjoyed the Champagne more than I did and it was a pity to waste it. I lit a cigarette and watched them on the floor. A Snap Decision In his book, Blink, Malcolm Gladwell argues that snap decisions, the ones made with just a moment's thought, are the best ones. Instinct plays a big role in those decisions, supposedly. If instinct played a role in what I did with Danny that afternoon, what does it say about me? Had I been craving that without realizing it? All I know is that the snap decision I made that afternoon changed a lot of things in my life. I'm still trying to figure out if it's for the better. Danny and I had all the kids, his three and my two, together for a play date. We did that at least a couple times a week since we lived so close together and the kids loved to play with each other. I do some bookkeeping on the side, but mostly I'm a stay-at-home mom. My husband is an engineer with the local transit company. Danny's wife works fulltime while he takes care of the kids and does the occasional freelance graphic design project. The kids were playing in the backyard and we were confident they could be left to their own devices for a while. "Finally, a break," Danny said, flopping bonelessly onto the couch, his arms spread wide. "Hopefully they will wear themselves out and we can sit them in front of a video for a while after this." Same old Danny, I thought, looking at him from the kitchen, which was adjacent to the great room. We could see the kids running around the backyard through the windows and patio doors. I'd known Danny for over fifteen years. We first met in middle school, when he started following me around with a puppy love crush. Love never quite blossomed between us, but a great friendship did. "And how do you expect to get them all to agree on a video?" I asked. I carried two glasses of lemonade and joined him on the couch. "I'll think of something. Thanks." He took his drink and sipped it. "You usually do." Danny flashed the charming grin that took years off his face. "I can get the kids to do what I want because I think on their level. You should try it sometime." "Someone has to be the adult here. Besides, I'm not sure I could regress quite the far." "I could fill the water guns again and we'll see how far back you can go." "I don't think so. I am wearing white today." "That makes it even better!" Danny unashamedly stared at my chest. I'm sure he was wondering how transparent my white tank top would turn if he soaked me. Unfortunately for him, I was just wearing a comfortable, soft yellow bra with little blue polka dots underneath. Nothing too exciting, not that I thought there was much to see anyway. I'm not blessed with size up top. Don't get me wrong, I've got great tits, or so my husband always tells me. What they lack in size, they make up for in perkiness and shape. Every once in a while I'll joke about getting implants, but I'm not really serious about it. My guy friends are split on it; a couple have encouraged me to go for the double-Ds, while the others say they'll kill me if I mess with what I have. Danny's always fallen into the latter camp, despite that fact that his wife has big, natural breasts. "Do you mind?" I asked when he kept right on staring. "Not at all." "Here, let me help you." I used my arms to push my breasts together and leaned forward, creating a teeny bit of cleavage. Danny's eyes went wide and I playfully smacked the side of his head. "Hey! If you're going to put them out like that, I'm going to look. You know I love your body." I sat back and had some lemonade. "And you realize that it doesn't look like it did when we were eighteen, right?" "I've seen you in a bikini, Kel. You've still got a rockin' bod." I think I blushed, and I looked away so he couldn't tell. Yes, I put a lot of effort into keeping in shape, but I didn't think of myself as sexy. That's just not me. But with the way Danny constantly flirted with me over the years, I can see why someone might think I was. It's a good thing my husband isn't the jealous type, though I know Danny's wife doesn't love it. He must have read the skepticism on my face. "You could, y'know, get naked so I can really be sure. It's been a while, but I still remember how hot you were back in the day." Yes, many years ago, when we were about nineteen, I think, Danny and I briefly dated. Our friends and our spouses knew about that, but the secret was how far we went. Since it was only a couple weeks, I think a lot of people assume not much happened. They couldn't be more wrong. The first time Danny and I went on an official date we ended having sex in the back of a Chevy Malibu. I was coming off a long relationship that hadn't ended well and Danny was just a hormonal teenage boy, so we just sort of fell on each other the first chance we got. And then we kept falling on each other. I don't think I've ever had so much sex in such a small span of time, even on my honeymoon. The sex was hot. Unfortunately, we both realized we work better as friends. "That's probably not a good idea, and I don't think either of our spouses would appreciate it," I said, though I have to admit, I wonder for a moment how he would react if I'd agreed. Or better yet, what if I just pulled off my top? The slack-jawed look on his face might be worth it, if I had the nerve. "You're right about that, but why not? Everyone thinks we're already doing it anyway," Danny said. "They just enjoy teasing us about it. I'm not sure that's a license to just hook up." It was true. All of our friends, even my own husband, constantly teased us about how much time Danny and I spent alone together. They all said we were sneaking off and screwing while the kids played or napped. I'd even heard Danny referred to as my "other husband." Every once in a while, I wondered what it would be like to be that person. It wasn't that I wanted, or needed, to cheat on my husband, but wouldn't it be exciting to be that type of woman, the type who could just have a quick roll in the hay to satisfy her urges and shake it off like it was nothing? Sometimes I wish I wasn't always the responsible one, the one who always does the right thing. It's fun to be the bad girl. I should know. I got up to plenty of trouble when I was younger, before I became someone's wife, someone's mother. I fixed Danny with an intense look. "And what if I said yes? Do you think you could do it?" "Do what? I didn't really ask you to do anything." "You wanted me to get naked so you could look me over. What if I said yes?" "But you wouldn't." "But what if I would? What if I did?" I had him squirming. I knew Danny very well, and I could tell he thought I just might do something here. I could see the wheels turning. "Not that I believe you would, but sure, I'd love to see you naked. There's no harm in just looking." I don't know what suddenly got into me, but I shot a look over my shoulder to check that the kids were all still outside and playing nicely. They couldn't get out of the yard on their own, so we were safe as far as that went. Danny looked at me expectantly, but with more than a little skepticism. He still thought I was just teasing him. And maybe I was, until I yanked my tank top over my head. Danny's eyes danced between my face and my chest. He wanted to look, but wasn't sure if he should. He couldn't decide if this was some kind of trick. I was surprisingly okay with it. It wasn't any different than him seeing me in a bikini top, which he had plenty of times before. My bra was nice, supportive and shaping, without revealing too much or really pushing me up. I didn't know if I should pose or do something sexy, so I just stretched out my arm on the back of the couch and sat there as if this was a perfectly normal occurrence. The longer I was topless, the more comfortable Danny became staring at my breasts. "Those are pretty nice, Kel. But is that it? Let's keep going," he said, a smile creeping to the corner of his mouth. He'd always been competitive, and I knew he didn't like how comfortable I was when he had been nervous. He wanted to push it. "Okay, fine, but you have to tell me if any of the kids come to the door." My back was to the patio doors and I couldn't see outside when I faced Danny. The way the couch was angled, no one outside could really see me without coming right up to the patio doors. I reached back and unhooked my bra. For a brief moment I questioned my sanity, and took a deep breath. I shrugged my bra off and let it drop to my lap. "Damn, Kel, those look good," he exclaimed. Danny didn't even pretend to be conflicted about where to look this time. It was a warm day, but my suddenly-exposed nipples drew into pale little points as they hardened. I'm the furthest thing from an exhibitionist, but I realized I liked Danny looking at me with such unbridled lust. I could tell he was struggling with the urge to reach out and touch me. I knew I'd fulfilled my side of the bargain and could get dressed, but I didn't. "I'm holding up okay?" "Better than okay. I'm telling you, your tits are as perky as ever. I think they're even a little bigger." "Childbirth will do that. You've seen mine, now it's your turn," I said. The words left my mouth before I could really think about what I was saying. With me being half-naked, no good could come of this if Danny started removing clothing. "That wasn't the deal," he protested. "But it is fair." I stared Danny down while he squirmed in his seat. I'm very good at getting my way. Some of my friends say I can be a royal bitch, but I prefer to just think of myself as strong-willed. He had no chance. "Fine, okay. But, y'know, something's come up..." Danny is not the easily embarrassed type. I'm more likely to turn red at the drop of a hat, but he was chagrined that staring at me topless had him so horny. He pushed his baggy cargo shorts and boxers down and his long, hard shaft popped into view. I felt an immediate pang and squeezed my thighs together just a little bit. I honestly hadn't thought about him sexually in over a decade, but just the sight of his prick brought all those memories flooding back. The sex had been amazing. In my experience, Danny's just a little bigger than average, definitely thicker, but the clincher is this slight curve to his shaft and makes it feel so delicious when he goes nice and slow. I could remember the way he felt inside me like it was just yesterday, and my sudden, visceral reaction worried me. For the first time in my marriage, I really wanted to have sex with another man. I smiled. "I guess I would be insulted if you didn't have a reaction." "Yeah, see, and in my defense, the old sex life has taken a little nose dive lately," he said. "She's still not taking care of you?" "I wouldn't say never, but you know it just hasn't been the same since the last baby. There's always a big work project, or the kids have us exhausted. There's just usually a reason why we're too busy." "That's a shame. There's always a way to find time. We do. Even if we've only got a few minutes, a quick blow job usually does the trick. You don't want to see your man out into the world with a hard on." I wasn't telling Danny anything about my sex life that we hadn't shared before, or vice versa. We were open with each other about everything, so it wasn't an odd topic, except that we were discussing sex while we were both half naked. "It's been a long time since that happened," he said. "Really?" Okay, maybe we didn't discuss everything. "Yeah. I don't think it was her favorite thing to do to begin with, but it's really fallen off now—to almost never." "That's terrible. I don't know what's up with me, but I love to do it." Danny grinned. "I remember. And it's one of the many things that make you special, Kel. How about you do a favor for a friend in need? Y'know, for old time's sake." I forced myself to look away from his prick, because looking at it kept me from immediately answering no. It wasn't like there was anything missing from my sex life. I was just suddenly really horny and in the mood to do something daring and reckless. Something totally unlike me. "You don't think that's going a bit too far?" "I think we're already done that. Why not go even further? No one will know." "It will have to be quick. We could be interrupted..." "I doubt I'm going to hold out very long." Is it terrible that I didn't need more convincing? It was just another snap decision, like taking my top off. The truth is, I just wanted to do it. And it too often, I felt like I was always doing what everyone else wanted, not what I wanted. I know that sounds like a selfish, childish complaint, and a weak rational for giving a blow job behind my husband's back, but I didn't need a rationale. I want to do it, so I was doing it. I moved closer on the couch and leaned forward, brushing my short, dirty-blonde hair back from my face. Danny groaned when I grabbed his cock. I stopped just before I did it. Just sucking him off felt too dirty. I wanted to slow down a second and make it more than just him cumming. "Huh?" Danny questioned. I could see the frustration on his face. I kissed him. I kissed him hard, slithering my tongue into his mouth, and I put his hands on my breasts. Danny mauled my tits like he'd never touched a set before, but he settled down and teased my nipples with his thumbs in that way that makes me shiver and moan. It was sweet that even after all these years, he remembered what I like. My heart raced and I felt like doing a lot more than just going down on him. I stroked my hand up and down his shaft and felt slick precum leak from the tip. Breathlessly, I broke the kiss and sucked him into my mouth. "Christ, Kelly," he blasphemed, sinking back into the couch. I held him at the base and relaxed my throat enough to take him deep without gagging. It' a trick most women can't do, but like I said, I really enjoy giving head, so I've made sure to get really good at it. Besides, being a good Catholic girl, I wasn't going to sleep with every boy I dated in high school. But I wasn't going to send them home with blue balls either, so I had to do something, and hand jobs just always seemed lame. I've always been people pleaser, and while I like a man to be a man and take charge, I love that feeling of knowing I'm in complete control, if just for a few minutes. I love the way they look at you while their prick is in your mouth, like they would do anything in the world for you. Danny brushed my hair back and stared right into my big, hazel doe eyes and gave me that look. I slipped up and down his cock with my lips tight around it and my cheeks hollowed out, making my slender, delicate features look even more narrow, and Danny stared at me like I was the only woman in the world. It was time for the move that made all guys think you're a little slut who's up for anything. "Ohhh...Kkkkelllyy..." Danny gasped. I stroked his cock and held it aside so I could suck on his balls. This isn't always the best move for me, but he was clean and well-groomed, so I didn't have a problem. I opened wide enough to suck on both his balls at once, leaving him with a silly, stunned look, and then I started sucking his cock again. I rapidly bobbed up and down, gave him my best "fuck me" eyes, and played with his balls. All at once and Danny was a goner. He lifted off the couch and pushed at my mouth, but I kept in control. "Ooooo Ccchrrisstt...oooooo..Kelllll...oooooooo...IIII...ooooo..." I think he was trying to warn me, but couldn't get the words out. Seconds later, Danny was cumming. It blasted the back of my throat and filled my mouth and he kept going. He came so hard and so fast that I believed it really had been a while. Swallowing isn't my favorite thing, but I'll do it, and I didn't see an option in the moment. But Danny came way more than I'm used to, and it bubbled from my lips and dripped down. I caught that last bit with my tongue and let him go with a hearty lip-smack. Danny was shaking and breathless. "Oh Christ. Thank you, Kelly," he stammered. I laughed. I couldn't remember the last time I'd actually been thanked for a blow job. I found my discarded clothes and clutched them to my chest. I heard squeals getting louder. His daughter was coming toward the door. "Get your shorts buttoned up. We're about to be interrupted." I slithered off the couch so I couldn't be seen and slipped out of the room. I locked the door of the downstairs powder room behind me, leaning against the wall. Oh my God! That was crazy! I was exhilarated. And I was horny as hell. I unsnapped my shorts as quick as I could and pushed a hand into my panties. I was drenched down there. Three fingers stroked my shaved mound, while the middle one pushed between my lips and brushed my clit. Gasps and moans filled the little powder room as I reached over to turn the water on full power. I'm not a screamer, but it's hard to be completely quiet, especially when I'm that turned on. It sounded like all the kids were in the living room with Danny, and I heard him say, "Your mom's in the bathroom, she'll be right out." I felt a pang of guilt at that, but kept going. I was so close. My entire body throbbed as I leaned over and bit down on a hanging hand towel. I climaxed so intensely and quickly that I felt dizzy. Weak-kneed, I sank down to the floor closed my eyes to enjoy that moment while I took deep, cleansing breaths. When I came out of the bathroom, I cleaned up like nothing had happened. Danny and I proceeded with our kids' play date like nothing had happened. Only a quick look before we hugged and kissed on the cheek at the end of the afternoon hinted that this afternoon was different than any other play date. Danny and his kids were gone and I put mine to work helping me clean up the house before their dad got home. Yes, my husband. When I saw him after work, I was amazingly guilt free. It just seemed like my afternoon trifle with Danny was a quick, happy moment and that it hadn't changed anything, so was it really so wrong? And my husband even benefited from it, because I was still horny as hell. As soon as the kids were in bed that night I was all over him. I even put on a skimpy navy blue, lace nightie that I rarely wear. He had that off in a jiffy, which is why I don't usually bother with lingerie, and was between my legs. I don't need a lot of foreplay as a rule, so I don't think he noticed that I was already soaked. We were right down to the sex in moments, which he did notice. "What's gotten into you?" he asked. "You, just now. Come on, honey, do it." "Your other husband must not have gotten the job done today," he joked. I laughed uncomfortably. "He left me wanting more." "Good thing for me." I wrapped my legs around him, drawing him inside me, and the time for banter was over. I clutched at his back and he rode me vigorously. I couldn't help by notice how different he was from Danny. He's still quite a good athlete, playing in a couple baseball leagues, while Danny is more an Xbox kind of guy. My husband had dark good looks and a great physique, and I think I'm more attracted to him now than ever. As I made love to my husband, my enthusiasm for him had not dimmed at all from having been with Danny. No deficiency with my husband had caused me to want to play with my friend that afternoon. It was just a little extra. The bed rocked and squealed beneath us. He grunted and held onto the headboard as he slammed down harder and harder. When I came, I didn't hold back like I had earlier. It felt good to totally let go and cry out my husband's name. My whole body clenched around him as he kept going and going, until one final thrust, then I felt him cumming inside me. I love that feeling. Again, it's the people-pleaser in me. I pushed him off and let the ceiling fan cool my sweaty skin. I'm not one of those women who needs to cuddle after sex. I want to cool down and go to sleep. Sex is an all-consuming thing for me. A Snap Decision "Damn, Kelly. Whatever got you in this mood today, keep it up," he chuckled. If only he knew what he was asking. A Snap Decision Peter was obviously a good dancer and Liz was following his steps as if she had been trained. They danced a waltz then two quicksteps then what would have been a slow foxtrot. I could see that Liz was not so happy with this one. Peter tried her with the proper steps but she wasn't with it at all. He slowed down and moved into what is known as the social rhythm, what most people would call a shuffle or smooch. He was holding her close and they were talking. Liz's face lit up as the danced and chatted her hand left his and moved around his waist and he did the same. The dance came to an end and they came back to the table. "That was great." said Liz as she sat down. "You have a lovely wife." said Peter, "but I must leave you and get ready for my spot." With that he left and went off through a door at the side of the stage. "Having fun?" I asked Liz. "Wonderful." she replied, "Peters a great dancer." "I could see you chatting." I said "What were you talking about?" Liz blushed "He seemed to spend all of the time complimenting me, my hair my shoulders everything." "Do you think he meant it?" I asked? "Well based upon what I felt pressed up against me I think that he does find me very attractive. Yes." she said. "What do you think of him?" I asked. "Well I pressed back against him" she said "so that tells all doesn't it!" My cock was growing uncomfortable in my trousers and so I straightened it up with my hand. Liz dropped her hand to my crotch under the table and said, "It turns you on doesn't it?" "What?" I said? "Me smooching with a big cock pressed up against me!" "Yes." I admitted, "It does. What about you?" "I was nearly having an orgasm feeling it against me and remembering how big it was when we saw it this morning." "It looked big at a distance didn't it." I said. "I wonder what it is like close up?" She rubbed my bulge, "Don't say that" she said, "I am already soaking wet you will make me come just talking about it." "Would you like to see it up close?" I asked. She looked me straight in the eyes and said, "I would like to do more than see it!" The bandleader took to the microphone and said something in French finishing with Monsieur Peter! The door at the side of the stage opened and out walked Peter in a DJ. He sang for about twenty minutes. Some fast numbers, some slow ones. He had an excellent voice; his phrasing was the way I like it, often off the beat. I put my arm around Liz and we cuddled together while he sang. We didn't talk; we just listened. The whole room was quiet, often people annoy me by talking whilst someone is performing but there was none of that here! When he had finished the whole room erupted in applause and he had to sing three more songs before they would let him leave the stage. With a wave he went back through the side door, I turned to Liz; "God he was bloody good wasn't he?" Liz agreed. "Yes, he's a hell of a performer, at singing anyway!" I ordered another large whisky and bottle of champagne as Liz had almost finished the first. Peter came out of the side door, he had changed into slacks a sports coat and a thin roll-necked sweater. He acknowledged the appreciation of some of the groups at the tables and made his way back to ours. I stood and shook his hand. "That was fabulous." I said. He moved over to Liz's side, she took his face in her hands and kissed him full on the lips. "That was really really wonderful." she said. "I had shivers running through me when you sang those love-songs." I moved up a bit to give room for them both to sit down. The waiter arrived with the Champagne and I poured them each a glass. "To your success in Paris." I toasted, we all chinked glasses and Liz downed hers in one. "I feel like another dance." said Peter, "May I?" They took to the floor with the band playing a slow number. They immediately put their arms around each other's waists and smooched into the crowd on the floor. I watched the dancers and listened to band as I smoked and drank. From time to time Liz and Peter came into view, sometimes they were talking, sometime she had her head on his chest, one time I saw them kissing with Liz's fingers playing with the nape of his neck. After a while they came back to the table "Excuse me." said Peter "I need the bathroom." Liz placed her hand on my crotch, "Are you OK?" she asked, my erection probably told her all but I replied, "I have no problems how about you?" "I feel very randy." she admitted. "How randy?" I probed. "About as randy as I have ever been!" she confessed. "I could do anything tonight." "Anything?" "Yes. Anything. Would you mind?" "If you mean what I think you mean, No, but I don't want you to disappear." "I would want you there." she assured me. "You know that I wouldn't do anything without you!" "Come on." I said "Let's dance." The band was again playing slow numbers and Liz and I smooched around the floor. I kissed her and ran my fingers up and down her back; she pressed against me grinding against my erection. "Not quite as big as Peter's." I said. "No." she said "But lovely, you know I love your cock." I felt her shiver a little. "Are you cold?" I asked. "No I am just a little tense wondering about later." She looked me in the eyes. "Are you all right about this?" "About what I said?" I teased her. "All right about me . . " her voice faltered, "and Peter." "I'm ok." I said "If its what you want." "God yes!" she said. "I've never wanted it so much." "Come on." I said "You need a drink." We went back to the table. Peter rose to allow Liz into her seat; Liz and I sat down. She put her arms around our shoulders and said, "I am a lucky girl, a lovely evening out with two lovely men." With that she turned her head and kissed me deeply, her tongue meshed with mine for what seemed like minutes. When she had finished she turned to Peter and kissed him in the same way. I counted and she held the kiss for forty seconds. She lifted her arms from our shoulders and placed her hands on our thighs. "So how do we finish such a lovely evening?" she asked. "I think brandies." said Peter. "I have a large bottle of Armagnac in my room." "A large brandy sounds wonderful." said Liz, rubbing the inside of my thigh, and I assume doing the same to Peter. We rose and went to the cloakroom for our coats. I helped Liz on with hers and we went out into the street. Liz linked arms with us and we walked off down the street three abreast. As I said the hotel was not far and we let ourselves in through the side door and made our way to Peters room. He unlocked the door and we went in. The room was similar to ours but this time with one double bed. The table was smaller but there was a sofa again opposite the side of the bed. Liz removed her coat and did a little twirl. "I have had a fabulous evening." she said. "It's not over yet!" said Peter. "You haven't had all that you wanted." "What do you mean?" she asked. "Your brandy." he said, walking to the table. "What about you Roger, brandy or whisky?" "Whisky." I said "Never mix the grain with the grape. You two are OK, you have been drinking Champagne." "Yes." said Liz "I have had a lot and I need the loo and I need to freshen up." With that she picked up her handbag and went into the bathroom. Peter handed me my drink. "Cheers." I said. He went across to the table and put a CD into a portable radio/tape/CD player. The CD was one of his own as when the first track started I heard one of the numbers that he had sung that night. Liz came out of the bathroom, she looked radiant, she had touched up her makeup and brushed her hair. "I need to dance some more." she said, and grabbed me around the waist. We started to smooch to the sound of Peter singing a love song on the CD. Peter turned on the table lamp and turned off the main overhead lamp. As we smooched I kissed her again. My hand ran up and down her back then onto her buttocks. I squeezed them both as we danced and ground my erection into her belly. The kiss lasted all through the song and into the next one. At last we parted and I picked up my drink. Liz took one sip of her drink and Peter said "My turn now!" He took her in his arms and they smooched more or less on the spot. Liz held his bum and I could see her pull him hard against her. Peter's hands moved from her waist to her buttocks and I could see him squeeze them as I had. Liz lifted her head from his chest and started to kiss him on the lips. They slowly rotated before me as I sat on the sofa. As they moved round I could see his right arm lift to her back. When his hand was hidden from me by their bodies I could see his arm move as his hand caressed her breast. Liz's hands moved to grip his waist then lower to slide up and down his thighs. As they slid up and down they moved further round to his front until they were sliding up and down the front of his thighs. I knew that she would have had her thumbs outstretched and would be caressing his erection through his trousers with her thumbnails. With this Peter made no attempt to hide the fact that he was playing with her right breast and brought his other hand up to play with her left one. I stood up and moved in close behind Liz. I fondled her bum and slid my hands up over her waist and up her back and caressed her neck. I pressed against her and whispered in her ear "I love you." I felt them move slightly apart as Liz started to rub Peters erection. He dropped the shoulder strap down her arm, gently pulled the front of the dress down, lowered his head down and started to bite her nipple. My hands went to the catch at the back of her dress. I undid it and pulled the zipper fully down. Liz moved back a fraction pulled down the other shoulder strap and with a wriggle the dress was on the floor around her feet. She stepped away from it. She stood there bare breasted wearing everything that we had bought that day. The lacy pants, the garter belt and black stockings. Peter gasped. I could see why. I had seen it all before but she looked a picture and so so sexy. "This isn't fair!" she said. "You boys are fully dressed!" Peter and I removed our jackets and shirts. Peter started to undo his trousers but Liz stopped him. "That's my job!" she said. She dropped onto her knees before him and continued to undo his belt. She gripped the zipper and pulled it down. Holding the waistband she slowly pulled down his trousers. He was wearing white pants, the type that go down to the thighs and grip tightly. You could see the dark shape of his cock through the thin material, it looked huge. She pulled his trousers down to his ankles and told him to step out of them, she put them on one side and then removed his socks. She sat back up and her hands moved to caress that huge lump in his pants. Her hands rose to the waistband and hooking her fingers in she slowly pulled it down. The end of his cock started to show immediately, she pulled on down and bit by bit it emerged. As the waistband cleared his balls it was there in all its glory. It stood up at forty-five degrees. At least ten inches long and as thick as my arm. He stepped out of his pants. Liz looked mesmerised by the sight before her. Her hand cupped his balls and the other hand stroked its length. "My god!" she said. "Its beautiful." She looked as if she was unaware of anybody else in the room, not me not Peter, it was just her and this enormous cock. I sat down on the sofa drank my whisky and lit a cigarette. Peter said nothing he just looked down on this beautiful woman as she idolised his cock. She started to kiss the tip then she took it in. She sucked on the length and took about 4 inches as her head bobbed up and down. "Oh Christ!" said Peter "I'm coming." She removed her mouth and started to wank him, I could see his balls tighten as he started to come. Liz directed his cock at her chest as she wanked. He came four our five streams of cum landed on her breasts. She stopped wanking him and just caressed his balls. When he had recovered she licked the wetness from the head. "Lie down on the bed." she told him. Peter sat on the edge of the bed and pulled himself back so that he was lying in the centre. Liz stood up and started to undo the suspender clips. She slowly rolled the stockings off her legs and then removed the belt. She came over to me and stood in front of me. "Was that nice?" " Oh God yes!" I said and reached up and pulled her panties down. She moved and stood at the end of the bed looking down at Peter. "I want you hard again!" she said. I stood behind her and fondled her breasts. I pulled and pinched at her nipples, as I know she loves it. My hand went to her pussy and she was soaking. She knelt on the end of the bed and started to kiss and fondle Peter's cock to harden it up. I dropped my trousers and pants and moved in behind her. My cock looked nothing to Peters even though he was not yet hard again. I slipped it into her lovely cunt, god she was soaking. I knew that she liked to concentrate when she was sucking cock but I needed relief. I pounded into her and considering how sexy the situation was, lasted quite a while. She started to moan and then with a scream came. I continued fucking and came myself very soon after that. She knelt there getting her breath her fingers automatically fondling Peters cock and balls. He had not moved, realising that this was for me. She slowly recovered and her fondling of his cock became kissing and sucking. She dropped her shoulders down and dragged her breasts from Peter's thighs up along his cock and up to his chest. His hands reached out and played with them when they got near. His cock was now fully hard. She moved up the bed until she was astride him. She gripped his cock and rubbed the end over her pussy lips. "Christ!" she said "It's huge." Raising herself up she guided the head between her lips. Her eyes closed as she lowered herself a fraction. The head disappeared between her lips. She gripped the body of his cock in her fist as if to ensure that she had control of how much would go in. She started to rise and fall on the exposed length. As it went in she moaned, as it came out she moaned. She was taking all the exposed length. Her hand gripped lower down his cock and she started the rhythm again bit by bit she was taking it. Lower and lower went her grip until she let go completely. "Don't move." she said to Peter as she placed both hands on his chest. Up and down she rose going lower and lower. Her breath was coming in small pants. "Oh my God! she cried as she dropped for the last time. No cock could be seen just her mons pressed against him. She started to rotate her pussy on him. Her hands went behind her head as her head rolled in time to her pussy. Her nipples were hard and a flush had spread across her chest. Then she started to rise and fall again. I could see at least seven inches of cock exposed every time she lifted, then hard back down again. She hadn't the energy to do this for long and so when fully down she started to ride him like a horse. Twenty seconds later she came with a scream and collapsed on Peter's chest. He caressed her back as she sobbed in ecstasy. Some time later she raised herself up smiled at Peter and then at me. "I've just used you both haven't I, I am not fair." "You deserve it baby." I said. "Use me any time!" said Peter. "I love you sweetheart." she said to me and put out her arms. Peter moved off the bed and sat on the sofa and picked up his brandy. I climbed on the bed and lay down next to Liz. She kissed me deeply and ran her hand down to my cock. I was fully erect. "Not so much of a handful is it?" I said. "Don't be stupid." she said "You know I love your cock you satisfy me every time." She started to wank me and then moved down and kissed the head. She nibbled up and down the length and sucked on my balls. I was ready to explode but I wanted to fuck her. I sat up laid her on her back and climbed between her legs. I lifted her legs up in the crook of my arms and played with her breasts. My cock was at her entrance so I slipped it in. She moaned. I started to move inside her. Her hands went to her breasts as she clutched and caressed them. I went into train mode. A fast rhythm that I know brings her off quickly. My ass seemed to have a mind of its own as I pumped her at about one hundred times a minute. I felt my orgasm rise but put it out of my mind, I wanted her to come with me. I could see that she was ready. I increased my speed without losing a beat and she came! Seconds later I did too. After a few seconds her eyes opened and she looked at me with her lovely smile, her golden hair framing her lovely face. Nearly in unison we said "I love you baby." I felt the bed move as Peter lay down next to Liz. "That was beautiful to see." he said "What a lucky couple you are having each other." "I think so." said Liz. I climbed off the bed and retrieved my drink and Liz's from the table. We lay there sipping our drinks. Liz was caressing my stomach Peter caressing her breast. After a few minutes Peter raised his glass. "Here's to a lovely couple and a wonderful evening." Liz corrected him, "Not a couple . . . a threesome. And anyway the evenings not over yet. Threesomes are all about sharing, I fucked you, but you haven't fucked me yet have you." She gave me her glass and took Peters and put it on the bedside cabinet. She moved down to his cock. "Oh dear. It's not hard. We will have to do something about that wont we." She started to fondle and kiss it again and it quickly grew to its full enormous size. She lay back on the bed. "Be careful." she said. "I am not really used to it yet." Peter climbed between her legs and placed his head at her soaking pussy lips. He was very sensible and took it slowly but bit by bit she had it all in her again. He started to fuck her not as hard as I did that would have been too much but gently, even though he gave her all his length. She came and came again but he kept giving it to her. Then with a cry he came and shot his load. Liz grabbed his buttocks and pulled him against her until he had recovered. "Thank you." she said as she kissed him "That was fantastic." They lay there for a few minutes then Peter climbed off his cock softening. Liz said I need a shower and ran into the bathroom. Peter looked at me and said "Are you OK?" "I'm happy when she is happy." I said, "and tonight I think she is very very happy." I finished my drink and Liz came out of the bathroom. She started to dress, by the time that she was ready to put her dress on both Peter and I were erect again. "No." she said, when she noticed. "I have got to get to sleep I am shattered." I helped her with the zip on her dress and she put her coat on. While I was dressing Liz sat on the bed next to Peter. "Thank you for a wonderful evening, the tickets and the champagne and everything." "No. Thank you." said Peter, "It was the best night of my life. I won't see you at breakfast because I am on the 6:30am train to Paris." "Well maybe we will meet again one day." said Liz and gave him a last kiss. I was dressed and we went to the door. What do you say to a guy that has just fucked your wife. I don't know. I just stood there. Peter kissed Liz on the cheek and said "Sweet dreams." Then he turned to me gave me a manly hug and said "Goodnight Roger. Look after her." We opened the door went out and walked back to our room. As we got out of the lift Liz said, "Damn I wanted to get one of his CD's." "Don't worry." I said. "You will get one." "Where?" she said. " At home." I said. "When he comes to visit us during his UK tour. I gave him our address!" She looked at me grinned and gave me a kiss. We were very quiet as we crept into the room so as not to wake Gary who was snoring on his bed. The next day we packed and left the hotel. We loaded the car with as much wine as we could, bought the allowed quantity of cigarettes and in the late afternoon made our way to the ferry. A Snap Decision Seated on board with drinks in our hands we started a game of cards. Gary had not asked about our night out all day but he brought it up now. "Well did you have a good time last night?" "Fabulous!" said Liz "We all enjoyed it thoroughly." "I noticed!" grinned Gary. "What do you mean 'noticed'? I said. "Well." said Gary. "You remember yesterday morning that Peters curtains were not drawn; well they were not drawn last night either. I woke up to go for a pee and noticed that his light was on and he had visitors." Liz's mouth dropped open. "You watched?" "All of it!" said Gary. "I remembered that I had some really fast film in my case so I loaded it in. Don't worry I will develop it at home. I will bring them round to show you next weekend!" "And the negatives!" I said "And the negatives!"