12 comments/ 104226 views/ 7 favorites Morning Coffee Ch. 01 By: espeteroh Noticing a beautiful woman is one thing. Not being able to stop staring at her is quite another. Not only is it rude but it usually makes the woman who notices uncomfortable. So that Saturday morning in Harvard Square so many years ago was like any other until she came into my range of view. I was sitting at one of the coffee shop's outdoor tables enjoying my coffee and bagel while reading the newspaper and then there she was just as I was about to start the sports pages, my favorite part of the newspaper. I will do her an injustice by attempting to describe her. She was tall and thin. My tastes generally don't go towards the particularly thing woman however she had these dark expressive eyes that were set off by her even more expressive eye brows. She had a wide mouth with pouty lips. These are lips that men and women dream of kissing. Her long dark hair was pulled back into a pony tail. She was wearing a billowy white blouse and jeans which kept the details beneath them a secret for the most part. Yet her beauty was undeniable and as she sat down I saw more than one man twist his head to look at her. She looked to be in her late 20s or early 30s. She sat facing me, only a table away, and I looked down at her hands. Her fingers were long and beautiful. I noticed a rather large diamond engagement ring on her finger in front of her wedding band. I thought of how lucky some guy was to have this beautiful creature in his life and how I hoped she was something more than just a trophy wife. I really wanted to sit there and stare at her for a long time but told myself it was rude and cause her discomfort. But I found it nearly impossible to not keep looking up from my newspaper to look into her face one more time. Each time I looked up she seemed more beautiful than the last. Although she was obviously tanned it was equally obvious that she was naturally dark as someone of Italian or Spanish heritage would be. But as I kept looking I thought maybe she was Turkish or Lebanese. I played these little games all the time but of course almost never was able to satisfy my curiosity. "Do I know you?" Her annoyance was quite obvious when next I looked at her. "No." I said remorsefully and in full blush. "So why do you keep staring at me?" "Because you're so beautiful." "Well now there's an original pick up line," she said showing more annoyance and also holding up her left hand to be certain I could see her wedding band. "I'm married." I should have simply apologized and left before I made things any worse. "I know but you're still beautiful." Now I was annoying myself with the way I was talking. "I'm really sorry. I just find you particularly beautiful and I was debating something with myself." "What's that?" she asked still annoyed. "What your heritage is. I was thinking maybe you are Lebanese." I was going to say Italian just to increase my chance at being right at something at that point but for reasons beyond me I said otherwise. "That's right," she said softening her tone just slightly. "I'm really sorry for making you feel uncomfortable. It wasn't my intention. But honestly, I think beauty such as yours is relatively rare." "I guess I'm not so bad for an old broad!" She said smiling at me for the first time. My usually ill-advised thought of presenting a woman's age managed its way out when I said, "Being 30 isn't such a bad thing." "I couldn't agree with you more," she said with a smile, "but I'm 43 and I'll be 44 in a couple of months." I was flabbergasted. "You're kidding me right?" "No, why, do you really think I look 30?" "Yes! Oh course I do. No way you're 43." "Honey, when I graduated high school Fats Domino was talking about blue suede shoes." "You're kidding me." I said in almost total disbelief. She smiled in response. I couldn't believe this beautiful woman was more than 12 years older than me and it was at that point I had to honestly admit to myself that I did have desires for this woman. But being the basic good boy rule follower I wasn't about to act on my feelings. She was, after all, a married woman. But I thought if I could engage he in some sort of conversation then I could look at her without her becoming angry. "Are you meeting someone here?" I asked what I thought was a truly dumb question and wished I could withdraw it before it hit her ears. "I am, I mean, I was, but he's over an hour late so I guess I'm not." I was confused by what she had just said and it registered on my face. She'd been there only 10 minutes at most so who could she say that. My confusion showed as she replied to it by saying, "I was going to meet my husband here. He was supposedly meeting one of his business partners to have a brief conference over coffee and I was supposed to arrive just in time to get him off the hook as he put it. But I should have known that bastard didn't have a Saturday conference." Anger was rising noticeably in her voice. "He's out with that fucking bitch and he think's I'm so fucking stupid I won't figure it out and what does he think? Does he think I'll be the good wife and brush off his absence to," she paused, "I don't know what the fuck he thinks I should attribute it to!" Her anger and voice had risen quickly. I wanted to respond but I hadn't a clue of what to say. She got up suddenly and took the seat right next to me. "What is it with men?" She asked angrily. "What do you mean?" "Do they think all women are stupid? Do they think that once they're married and have the good little wife the can do whatever they want. I've given him 15 years of my life! More if you count the college years and the years before we were married. I was blind. My friends told me he was little more than a gigolo but I told them they were wrong and even just a few weeks ago I told a my best friend she didn't know what she was talking about when she said Harold was having an affair. I told her she was nuts and that I'd know if he were screwing around. I lied to her. I knew it all along. It's not the first time either and I just sit back and take it." She was looking right through me as she let go of her vitriol and I heard it for what it was and didn't take it personally. Then she moved her head slowly to one side then the other. She placed her hand over mine and said, "I'm so sorry. I don't even know you and I've just dumped all my crap on you. You're an angel. You must think I'm nuts. Well, I guess I am a little nuts but who wouldn't be if they had a cheating bastard of a husband like I do! Oh my God I've been so stupid. I gave up my career for him! I put that bastard through law school and he promised he'd help me go back to grad school but did he, no! Has he done anything for me! No! He's the selfish bastard everyone always said he was. God, to think I only married him because my father hated him so much. Daddy said he'd give me $100,000 cash if I wouldn't marry him. Poor daddy. He meant well but all that did was push me towards the bastard and all mommy did was cry all day. I thought she was crying because she was happy for me at my wedding. People cry at funerals too don't they." "Peter," I said. "Huh?" She replied a little confused. "My name's Peter." "Oh my God, I'm so sorry. I've been unloading all my crap on you and I didn't even have the courtesy to ask you your name. You must think I'm horrible. You probably think I'm nuts and should be locked up." "No I don't," I replied honestly. "I'm Evelyn, Evelyn Hamel. My friends call me Evy." "It's a pleasure to meet you Evy." I didn't have to force a smile because it really was a pleasure. I found being in the company of a beautiful woman who wasn't full of herself to be a most pleasurable thing. That day I met Evy I was 30 and married but separated. My wife had dumped me because she'd caught me screwing around with an 18 year old who I was supposedly tutoring which I was doing but it was in more than just US History. So listening to Evy made me feel a bit guilty as I wasn't so terribly different than her husband. Evy clutched my hand and asked, "Will you go to bed with me?" So every atom in my body screamed "Yes! Yes!" But someone my mouth said "What?" I knew exactly what she'd said. I hadn't misunderstood her and I know I was feeling disbelief at such a question. I guess I wanted reassurance but I also wanted, and I'm not sure where this came from at that time, I wanted to give her a chance to take a breath and think better of her question and withdraw it. And to be totally honest a woman of her stunning beauty was just a bit intimidating to me and I was a little afraid of not satisfying her needs. "I'm sorry," she said quickly. "That was really inappropriate wasn't it? I've never acted on impulse but I just had this impulse to take you to bed with me so I could for once enjoy sex with a man who wasn't screwing around on me." I was looking down into her blouse which had fallen open a little as she leaned forward. I could see her smallish firm breasts encased in their white frilly bra. I knew she had caught me looking at her that way so I felt that I had to agree to go with her. I remember thinking it was the rare time it was nice to be caught looking at a woman's breasts. We walked to her house which was just a short distance from Harvard Square down Brattle Street and then up a side street. It was a large colonial sitting on a good size lot. I thought how her husband must make a lot of money to afford such a place. She had taken my hand as we walked from the coffee shop and hadn't let go until we reached the side door of her house. I wondered along the way about being seen by one of her friends. I guessed it's what she wanted and it certainly didn't both me to be seen as being intimate with such a beautiful woman. In those days intimate to me meant holding hands with someone you wanted to be close to. We hadn't said much as we walked. Evy gave my hand reassuring squeezes as we walked. I was torn between watching where I was going and looking at her. I tripped at least twice because I wasn't watching where I was going. She lead me right up to her bedroom which had a beautiful king sized bed in the middle, a couple of large dressers, a vanity, and armoire among other things. She took both my hands as we stood next to her bed and whispered ever so softly into my ear, "don't move a muscle." I could feel the heat of her breath on my ear and it sent good bumps all over my body. She took my head in her hands and gave me the lightest kiss on the lips possible. It was so nice, so sweet and so electric. As soft as it was it felt as if something had reached down to my groin and pulled a tightness from there back up to her lips. I didn't need to be seduced but even I recognized this as seduction at its finest. Evy very slowly undid the buttons of my shirt without moving an inch and whispered equally as slowly into my ear, "I am going to make you feel things you didn't think possible." Another chill coursed through my body. She pushed my shirt from my body and then slowly undid the buttons of her blouse and dropped it to the floor. The small distance that had been necessary for he to remove her blouse she quickly closed and then gently brushed her bra covered breasts back and forth over my chest once. The firmness of her breasts against my chest made me swallow and let out a low moan. I was already experiencing things I didn't think I'd ever experienced. Evy put her hands on my shoulders with her arms draped over my back and whispered into my ear, "Do you think I'm pretty?" "You're gorgeous." "You mean that?" As she asked that question she dragged her fingers down my back scraping her fingernails into my back as she did so. "Yes," I replied with a sense that if I'd had any ideas of resistance they had evaporated in that moment and I was totally at her will. Evy removed her tennis shoes by prying them off with the opposite foot and then undid her jeans a pushed them down over her hips and off. "Wow!" I said standing there with my mouth hanging open. She smiled a little and said, "Not bad for an old broad huh?" "Not bad? You're gorgeous!" I gushed. I couldn't see an ounce of fat on her and although I'd always said I like girls with a "little meat" on their bone I had to admit to the allure of her type of body. I love big breasts and yet Evy's smallish breasts seemed beautiful. As my eyes wandered down her body, past her panties and to her legs I thought how she had the most beautiful legs I'd ever seen. Long and thin, I was certain she must have been a model at one time. "So were you a model once?" I couldn't resist asking. "You're kidding of course." She replied straight faced. "No!" I replied, "You are absolutely drop dead gorgeous!" "You are sweet but it's not true. I know I'm pretty but gorgeous? No." She sighed and said, "my husband never once told me I was beautiful. At least not while we were married. I think he said it to get me into bed the first time and it probably worked." Evy pushed me onto her bed and then dropped to her knees. She undid my sneakers and pulled them off, then my socks. I was happy I was so close to having taken my shower so my feet didn't have a chance to stink yet. Then she undid my belt buckle while staring me dead in the eyes. And she never took her eyes from mine as she unsnapped the jeans and pulled them away from my body. She was hypnotic. She put her hands on my knees and then pushed them up over my thighs and into my crotch. Again she sent a series of chills through my body and raised lots of goose bumps. When she got to my underpants she grasped my hard cock in her hand and said, "So I guess you like what you see." She was taunting me and I loved it. "So let's see what we have here." At that moment I felt a bit of fear fall over me as I'd always thought I was a bit small in size and that this would certain disappoint a woman as beautiful as this who could have any man she desired. Evy pulled down my underpants and then circled my cock with her hand holding it ever so lightly. "Nice," she said with a smile, "very nice and look what we have here." She bent her head down and licked her tongue over the top of my cock. "You must be happy to see me, mmmm, tastes good." The surge from my balls to my penis was unmistakable and I felt certain I'd come within seconds. I didn't but I was close. She put her free hand under my balls and held them lightly as she put her other hand at the base of my cock and slowly drew it upward. With it she brought a small amount of pre-cum to the tip of my cock. "Oh goody! More!" She said in a little girl voice. She descended upon the tip of my cock and quickly but noisily sucked up my cum. "I think I'm gonna come," I finally let out. Evy quickly leaned back and with her right hand slapped my cock hard. It hurt, I yelped and looked at her in pain. "So are you still gonna come?" She asked sarcastically. "No!" "Good. You'll have plenty of chances so don't worry." The stiffness of my cock had left slightly. Evy kissed the tip of it and I felt all the desire and more that I had had return. She kissed my balls and then the side of my cock and as she did so she pressed her bra covered breasts against my thighs and rubbed them. I had never felt anything quite so erotic and I was immediately convinced that she could make me come without fucking me. I was amazed by what she could do. My desire for this woman was huge and all I could think of was pushing my cock into her pussy. To that end I reached out and fumbled at her breasts. Evy stood up, grinned and slowly removed her bra. She shrugged her shoulders to make the garment fall from her into her and onto the floor. I remember thinking that her 43 year old breasts would be prized by women half her age. Though they were smallish they were also full and without sag. Her areoles were very light colored and her nipples stood out firmly and proudly from her breasts. The little bumps all over her areoles and surrounding her nipples attested to her heightened arousal. She next very very slowly pushed her panties from her hips to reveal her pussy. I was pleasantly surprised to see there wasn't a single hair on it and it seemed to sit so delicately between her legs. I had heard of women shaving the hair from their pussy but until that moment I had never experienced it. Now I knew why men liked it or at least I knew what I did. It seemed to call to me asking me to kiss it and lick it. Evy put her hand between her legs, pushed it down between her legs and little and then drew it lightly back up. She had an evil grin on her face as she did this. "So do you approve?" "Of course! I've heard of women who shaved down there but this is the first time I've actually seen it." "I don't." She said. "Huh?" "I don't shave. I'm one of those odd women who don't grow hair there. No underarm hair either. I was ashamed of it in high school because the girls kidded me and called my baby Evy but when I got into college I realized what a blessing it was. One less thing to worry about you know? Actually I do have hair down there. If you look really closely you'll see really tiny light hairs." I didn't say anything and I didn't realize that she was her inviting me so she said, "So look." I got down on my knees between her legs a slowly moved towards her pussy. I could smell her light scent rising from her pussy. I wanted to drink it in. I got as close as I could and looked. I ran my hand over her pussy and noticed her legs seemed to shudder a little as I did it. I could see a couple of the small hairs she had referred to but more importantly I could feel the draw of her pussy. It had drawn me in and now, almost involuntarily, I stuck my tongue out and licked it. I tasted her for the first time and it was just as light and appealing as her scent. I was a little timid at first, wanting to do everything just right for her, but then I got more brave and spread her pussy lips with my hand so I could see and lick the insides of her pussy and her clit. Her clit was very hard when the tip of my tongue touched it and again she shuddered beneath its touch. As I continued to lick her pussy Evy placed her hands on the back of my head and held my face to her pussy, not that I had any intention of stopping, I didn't. At the time I didn't consider myself particularly accomplished at licking pussy but I did enjoy it but for the first time I had this sense of power over a woman as Evy quickly became very aroused and it was obvious I could make her come this way. I was truly enjoying myself and didn't care how long it took. But the Evy said something that surprised me. "Get me in the ass," she said. I pulled away just enough to say, "What?" "Please," she said almost begging, "stick your finger in my asshole." I had never done this to anyone and prior to that moment when I had considered such a thing it seemed gross. Now, suddenly, it felt extremely desirable. So I ran my hand down Evy's ass to where her asshole was and very slowly started to push my index finger into her. At the same time I resumed licking her pussy. As my finger slowly entered Evy's ass I thought I could actually feel it from the other side as I licked her and then as I pushed just a little deeper I was certain I could. At that point I concentrated on suckling at her clit and massaging the inside of her ass with my fingertip. Each time I sucked in her clit Evy moved her hips towards me a little. As I sucked on her a little faster she kept up moving her hips a little faster. It wasn't long, however, that she was thrusting her hips into my face and just as quickly I heard her saying, "Oh! Oh!" After just a few of those she yelled, "Ohmygod I'm going to come!" She said that only twice before she yelled over and over, "Ohmygod I'm coming! I'm coming!" Morning Coffee Ch. 01 This was a day of many first for me. It was the first time I had actually felt a woman's juice flow over my face as she came. I wanted to keep sucking her as hard as I had but she suddenly declared how ticklish it felt and pushed my head away from her pussy. She took one step past me and fell on her back onto the bed, her legs spread apart and over the side of the bed. I looked back upon this sight and found it irresistible. I got up and took my hard cock in hand and stood between her legs and looked down at Evy's face and then at her pussy. She smiled as I pressed my cock against her pussy and slowly entered her but as soon as I was fully inside her she pressed her legs together. "You really want this bad don't you?" "Of course I do." "Why?" "Because I'm so turned on and because I can't ever remember being with such a beautiful woman." She paused for a moment and then said, "You can slide it in and out of me once, okay?" I nodded in agreement and pushed my cock into her pussy very slowly and equally as slowly pulled it back out so I could fully enjoy it. She patted her hand on the bed next to her inviting me to lay down next to her. I didn't know what else to do so I lay down next to her. "You know, we really don't know anything about each other except that I'm pissed off at my rat bastard husband. What about you, got a girlfriend or someone special somewhere?" I looked down and said, "I'm married but we're separated." "As in holding separate residences?" "Yes." "Good, because any other answer would have required me to cut off your balls." She wrapped her hand around my cock and said, "you do keep it up really well. It must be nice to be so young and full of cum as they say." It was at that very moment the bedroom door flew open and there standing in it was a rather large man who I assumed was her husband and me with no where to run or to hide. Morning Coffee Ch. 02 "Son of a bitch!" He cursed. This man was really big. I once saw this pro-football player on the subway and he seemed to take up the entire rear of the car in which he was standing and this guy was built like him. No way I could fight my way out but maybe cajole or just plain lie. My mind raced. The man shook his head and asked me in an unnervingly calm voice, "So what did she tell you?" "Huh?" I said dumbly. "Did she say I was cheating on her?" I nodded my head yes. "Did she say I was a doctor?" I shook my head no and said, "she said you are a lawyer." He smirked and then said, "And I suppose she told you I was off cheating on her this morning." I nodded dumbly again in agreement. "Jesus Christ Evy, can't you at least keep your stories consistent?" He wasn't mad and I was confused. I looked at Evy and she didn't seem afraid so I figured she was made of iron or something else was afoot. "So what did she say my name is?" He didn't wait for an answer though and continued, "Ah fuck, it doesn't matter. " He walked towards the bed and held out his hand to me and said, "My name's Harry." "Hi Harry," I said timidly and shaking his hand, "I'm Peter." His grip was like a vise but fortunately for me he released my hand quickly. He took in a deep breath and said, "Listen, it doesn't matter much what Evy told you. The truth is, well, Evy doesn't know much about the truth and even though she knows she's lying half the time she does nothing to change that." He shook his head and continued. "Evy's a slut, a whore but I love her. I'm sure she told you we are getting divorced or something but that's just not the case. God knows why but I love her but I do and she loves me in her own very screwed up way. We've gone to a number of professionals and they'll evenly split on her condition. Some say she's a nymphomaniac and others she just has the tendencies but really isn't one. We've been married for 19 years and she's been this way for 19 years. I should have been suspicious when she insisted on taking care of the details for my bachelor party that had two girls come and strip for us and fuck us. I wouldn't have thought she'd want me to fuck her but the girl gave me a note from Evy when she arrived that said I could enjoy her any way I wanted and she had underlined the words 'any way'." I looked at Evy and she shrugged. "I'm just that kind of girl," she said with a giggle as if this were just so much fun. "Evy, tell him who I was with this morning." "Harry!" She replied showing her objection. "Just do it!" He commanded. "My sister." "Huh?" I asked surprised. "He was fucking my sister. It's a long story but she's kind of a sad case and she likes Harry a lot." ""Well, see there," Harry replied. "That's just not true. You see, she can't help but lie. I wasn't fucking her sister, although I have, I was fucking her best friend and she knows that because she dropped me off there early this morning." Then as if a light went on he said, "I'll bet she picked you up at the coffee shop this morning." I was getting a sick feeling in my stomach. I was feeling set up and I was feeling used. I didn't like either. Harry told me about his wife in more detail than I cared to hear although it was interesting. He told me how madly in love he was with her when they were first married so much so that the first couple of times he caught her cheating he'd always forgive her. They had gone to marriage counseling and to couples counseling and various sorts of individual counseling all of whom seemed to agree that he'd be better off getting a divorce and leave Evy to the psychiatric professionals. But he said there was something childlike about her that made him want to forgive her every time she cheated and that became a lot and in short order. He tested her by asking for a threesome which she arranged and then swinging which she loved and once even an orgy of sorts which he couldn't stomach. Finally they'd reached an agreement about keeping her sexual escapades out of their house and away from his view. She'd done really well most of the times although she'd slipped up a couple of times. "So when Evy's best friend Melissa broke up with her husband I confided in her how I'd always had the hots for Melissa and Evy arranged it. So now you've got to be thinking we're both fucking nuts right?" I nodded my head yes. Harry took another deep breath and let it out slowly. "Look at her, she's gorgeous isn't she?" I nodded yes. "And believe it or not she has a heart of gold and wouldn't hurt a flea except sexually. Evy's worked at the homeless shelter for Thanksgiving and goes on all those long walks for all those causes, breast cancer and hunger and what not. Every Christmas she makes this feast for me and my family. My parents think she's some saint. And here's the thing. When Evy and I are together, physically I mean, I am the only man in the world. She never flirts with other men or even takes notice of them. When I'm with her she makes me feel wonderful. I have trouble with what she does of course but what can I do? I'm not going to divorce her, she really loves me." While he was talking I had edged my way back on the bed a little so I could see both Evy and Harry at the same time and I noticed how she never took her eyes off him while he spoke. I'd swear I saw adoration in her eyes but that'd be going a bit far. All I could think was "this is so fucked up." "So will you do me a favor?" He asked. "I guess," I replied. "I want to watch you fuck my wife." "What?' I asked shocked. "I want to watch you while you fuck her. It's a little fantasy I've had for a long time." "I don't know," I said searching for the right argument against this. "I'll make it worth your while," he said without elaboration. Evy pulled the bedcovers away revealing my wilted cock. She took it in her hands and rubbed it up and down but nothing happened, of course. Then she put her lips of my cock and started sucking on me. That brought about a little arousal but it was obvious that it was going to take a lot more. "Listen, I need to make a call," Harry said, "I'll be right back." With that he quickly disappeared from the room. "What's the matter honey," Evy asked me with the most sorrowful eyes you can imagine. "This is all too strange. I think I should be going." "Oh don't go," she said in a voice that could easily pass for that of a young girl. "Relax, we'll have fun." Evy was on her knees between my legs. She put her hands on my chest and then pulled them down my sides lightly scratching me as she went. Then she cradled my cock in her hands and started sucking on the head again. He hands had felt tingly and good, so good that I could feel my lust reappear and I wasn't being watched so my self-conscious side was gone. It didn't take her long at all to get me hard. She started doing little twisting motions with her mouth on my cock That sensation was exquisite. Just as she started doing that Harry returned to the room and I thought I'd lose it quickly. I didn't much to my surprise. I saw Evy wink at him as he came next to the bed. She then changed her position so her pussy was directly above my cock. She took my cock in one hand and guided it into her pussy as she lowered herself onto it. From her squat position Evy was able to bump up and down on my cock. Harry would every now and then say, "nice" or "very nice." Then Harry excused himself again and when he returned he had a video camera in his hands. It was the first time I'd seen one. They were very new back then. He started filming us. "Is that about the tightest pussy you've ever felt," Harry asked. I nodded. "Hard to believe with all the cock she's fucked but it's good genes, good diet, good exercise, whatever, that's the finest pussy you'll ever have." He moved around getting different angles of us while we fucked. "I'll bet she made you come really hard the first time didn't she." I was ready to reveal my embarrassment when Evy said, "He didn't really have a chance honey. We were just beginning when you came in." "Really?" He said. "Too bad but I'm sure you'll take care of that." Evy had only been fucking me for a couple of minutes when Harry said, "Okay, let me get a shot of you fucking her from behind." I was going to object but Evy quickly moved from on top of me to the side of the bed where she bent over. I hadn't moved so she reach out and pulled my hand indicating it was what she wanted. So I got up and behind her. "Go really slowly," Harry instructed. "I want to get a close up of your cock going into her cunt." I tried to do what he wanted but he had me stop twice and start over saying I needed to go even slower and he needed a better position. "Does his cock feel good in your cunt?" Harry asked. "Oh yes honey," Evy moaned. "Do you wanted him to come in your cunt Evy?" "Of course I do," she replied strongly. "So give her what she wants. Fill her pussy up with you cum. I want to see it oozing out from her cunt. I want a lot of pictures of that." Harry continued to urge me on but there was something about being watched that still didn't agree with me and even though I really wanted to come I couldn't. Harry seemed to become annoyed with me and then he did something that totally shocked me. He put the camera down and gave me a hard slap across my ass and said, "Maybe that'll jerk it out of you." His hand whacked my ass just as I was banging into Evy's pussy. I thought I felt my cock pulse a little when he did that. I slammed into Evy again and again and when I still hadn't come in her Harry gave my ass another sharp slap and once again I felt a surge in my cock. Harry didn't wait and he slapped my ass again the very next time I slammed into Evy and I knew then that'd I'd come. The very next time Harry slapped my ass I felt the cum race from my balls coursing though my cock and into Evy's hot cunt. I exploded into her like I'd never felt before and I moan loudly about coming in her. I fucked her much faster for the next several seconds shooting into her. Harry had retrieved his camera and when I started to slow down he urged me away from his wife's pussy. He put his camera as close to her pussy as he could. I assume he got what he wanted because he said, "Oh yeah, that's it!" But then Harry surprised me yet again. He threw the camera on the bed, quickly undid his pants and pulled out this enormous and fully erect cock. He slapped Evy several times on the ass before he pushed himself into her. "Evy, you're such a fucking slut!" Harry almost yelled. "Who's slut are you Evy?" "Yours Harry." "That's right!" Harry replied strongly and then rammed his cock into her so hard I thought he was going to push her flat onto the bed but all she did was grunt and moan. Harry yelped that he was coming. As he came he yelled out "oh fuck yeah!" Then suddenly I heard a woman's voice say, "Oh Harry you didn't wait for me." I looked over to the doorway and there stood a sort of frumpish looking woman. "Hi Melissa, come on in," Harry said as he continued to stroke his cock in and out of Evy. Melissa walked over next to Harry and looked down at his cock while he fucked Evy. She ran her hand over Evy's ass and said, "Mmm, nice!" How to describe Melissa. As I said she was somewhat frumpy. She didn't dress well. She wore very baggy clothes. He hair was a bit unkempt and unruly. She was a woman who needed a little makeup but didn't have any on. Although there was a pretty side to her she was not the sort of woman who would turn a guy's head. I wondered in that second what a guy like Harry who was built like a Greek Adonis and who was obviously extremely good looking would see in her. Harry pulled his still hard cock out of Evy and said to Melissa, "Okay, you know what I want." "I sure do," she replied with an evil grin on her face. Melissa urged Evy onto her back with her legs splayed over the side of the bed. Harry retrieved his camera while I watched almost in shock as he filmed his wife's best friend licking his wife's pussy and making it obvious that she was sucking the cum from her pussy. I had always thought it pretty gross when a guy fucked a woman right after another guy had cum in her but this was even beyond that. After licking Evy for a few seconds Melissa stuck her finger into Evy's cunt pulling some of the cum from it and sucking it from her finger before going back down on Evy's pussy and licking her some more. One time to show us she had gotten a bit of cum into her mouth Melissa held her tongue out for us to see. After showing us she moved up on Evy and kissed he sharing our cum with her. Then Melissa went back to licking and sucking Evy's pussy. It wasn't long at all before Evy was moaning loudly and then very quickly she began to come. It seemed Evy came even stronger and louder from what Melissa did to her than what either Harry and I had done. It was a good thing they had a king sized bed because we all ended up laying down on it, Harry and I on either side with the women both between us, Melissa next to me. "Would you mind?" Melissa said to me. I didn't know what she wanted and gave her a quizzical look. She unbuttoned on button of her blouse. Then she said, "Would you?" I thought, what the hell, and continued with what she had started. As I worked my way down her blouse I saw Melissa had rather large breasts. When I had her blouse totally unbuttoned I took a moment to squeeze her breasts. She winked at me when I did that. I helped her off with her blouse and then the jeans she was wearing, then her bra. I pushed he panties down a bit but she took over kicking it off the rest of the way. Once she was naked Melissa wrapped her arms around me pressing her breasts into my chest and her hips into mine. My cock was only a little aroused but when I felt the hair of her pussy come into contact with the tip of my cock it did something to me. This was new and unexplored pussy and I always found that arousing. I tried to edge my cock into her pussy. "Not yet," Melissa said softly. "Harry?" If all I had heard from someone was a story like this going just this far I probably wouldn't have believed the teller. But what was about to happen to me I still find astounding. I'll ask myself, "did I really do that or did I just imagine it all?" What I am certain of is all this changed my thinking about a lot of things. Harry introduced me to something he called "the scene." It was so much of the stuff that bad porno movies had in them only I don't have this huge cock and the women weren't all beautiful big titted lovies. But each woman was surprising in her own way and not a single one of them would have been taken to be the sex fiends they, we were. Melissa really was a school teacher, high school. Harry was in reality a psychotherapist which explained a lot.