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Sandy and Sam and Sally and Max

By: BobbiR



Chapter 1: So Like A Woman

Sandy had led a sheltered life. Just 24 years old, she had had no other lover than her husband of two years, Sam. Sex was still a bit of a mystery to Sandy, though she was excited by it when it happened and often found her mind turning to it when she was doing some chore around the house. Her neighbour and best friend Sally once gave her a vibrator as a joke present but though she had unwrapped it and even held it a few times she hadn't dared to use it and kept it hidden in her knicker drawer.

One day Sally told Sandy she had two tickets for the theatre and since her husband Max hated the theatre asked Sandy if she would like to go instead. Sandy leapt at the chance. She loved going to the theatre. It took her right out of herself. "Of course I have to check with Sam first," she said.

"Oh, he'll be fine," said Sally. "He can watch the football on tv with Max."

So that evening the two friends went to the theatre and Sam went next door to watch tv with Max.

Unfortunately the play wasn't all that good. I can't remember what it was called, but you don't want to know about that anyway. You want to get to the sex.

In the interval when the two girls were sipping Chardonnay from plastic glasses, Sally said, "It's not very good, is it?"

"It's terrible," agreed Sandy with relief, because she had been worried that for her to say so would have seemed ungrateful.

"Let's have another glass of wine," said Sally with a twinkle in her eye, "then go home and have a drink with Max and Sam."

"OK," said Sandy, thinking that she might just go to bed.

When they got to Sally's house, Sally said, "You go in and say hi while I put the car away."

"OK," said Sandy, thinking that she'd just go in and say hi, then go to bed. The two glasses of wine were making her feel a little woozy.

But when Sally had put the car away and was coming in through the back door, she met a very red-faced and embarrassed Sandy coming the other way.

"What's the matter? Where are you going?"

"I've got to go now," stammered her young neighbour. "I don't think they saw me."

Sally was mystified - and that isn't often said of Sally. "Why shouldn't they see you? Why are you going? We've only just got here."

"I can't stay. They're..." She searched for a word. "...busy."

"What do you mean, busy? They're only watching football."

"No, they're not. They're watching...something else."

"So much the better. We can join them." She made to take Sandy's hand and lead her into the tv room.

"No, I can't!" insisted Sandy in a terrified whisper. "I told you, they're busy."

Light began to dawn in Sally's mind - which wasn't surprising because she'd been around the block a few times and knew quite a few things about men.

"Stay here," she commanded her young neighbour, "and don't make a sound. This I must see."

So leaving the embarrassed Sandy not knowing where to put herself, she tiptoed quietly along the hallway to the doorway into the tv room. As she approached she could hear the sound of the tv, but it wasn't the sound of a football game, it was more like the sound of a woman or women enjoying hot sex. Peeping surreptitiously through the half-open door she could see the tv. On the screen was a man lying naked on his back, fucking a naked woman sitting astride him, while another naked woman sat on his face. In between moaning and writhing in feigned ecstasy the two women were kissing each other, their tongues lashing like a couple of pink snakes, their tits crushing against each other. On the couch watching avidly were her husband Max and her neighbour's husband Sam. Both had their pants and briefs around their ankles and were stroking their erect cocks while giving encouragement to the actors on screen.

"Go on, give it to her!" and "Suck that pussy!" You know the kind of thing.

Sally was quite taken with the sight. She had never seen Sam's cock before and thought it was a pretty good shape and size. Watching him stroke it got her instantly hot. It was as much as she could do to stop herself rushing in and taking it in her own hand. Max's was pretty nice too, of course, but she had seen that plenty of times. What she would really like to see, she thought naughtily, would be for Max and Sam to take hold of each other's cocks. That would be really hot, though she didn't think it would ever happen. They didn't seem at all interested in each other's cocks; they were too busy watching the man on screen with the two women.

Reluctantly tearing herself away, she crept back down the hallway to the kitchen, where Sandy was still standing, though a little less embarrassed than before.

"Wow, hot!" laughed Sally. "Come on, let's go and join them."

"No!" said Sandy in a frightened little voice. "I've got to go." And she opened the back door before Sally could stop her. "And I'm really sorry I saw Max's...you know. But it was an accident." And with that she was gone.

Back in the safety of her own home, Sandy busied herself cleaning things, putting things away, moving things from one place to another and getting ready for bed - anything to take her mind off what she had just witnessed. But once she got into bed, it wasn't so easy. Lying there in the heat of the night - it was mid-summer - in nothing but one of Sam's old t-shirts and even the sheet kicked back she was so hot, she couldn't help thinking of Max and Sam sitting on the couch stroking their big red cocks. It was disgusting, of course, that men watched porn movies and did that sort of thing, but it was also true what Sally had said: it was hot. It made Sandy want to have sex, even though she thought it was disgusting. And she wasn't sure she wanted to wait until Sam got home, not after what he'd been doing. Anyway he probably wouldn't want to, not after looking at those naked women and their big perfect tits. But she kept thinking of Max's cock and how big and kind of fine it looked and how exciting it was to finally see another man's cock after all this time. And that decided her. She couldn't wait. Well, who could?

She said to herself, now's the time to finally try out the vibrator Sally gave me. So she slipped a hand into her knicker drawer and brought out the smooth shiny object. She wasn't sure exactly how it worked, but it only had one button, so she pressed it. Immediately it set up a low hum and started vibrating. OK, here goes nothing, said Sandy to herself, thinking she was the most adventurous girl in the world. She lifted her t-shirt and tentatively slid the tip of the vibrator down towards her pussy. It felt kind of funny and a bit ticklish, but it didn't make her feel like she was just about to have an orgasm, which is half what she expected to happen. So she slid it a bit further down, which meant she had to spread her legs apart. If Sam could see me now, she thought.

Now the tip was nestling between her pussy lips. Still it didn't immediately make her go wild, which was disappointing, but it felt OK, if nothing special. Maybe there's something wrong with me, she thought, and started to move it around a bit, experimentally. Again, nothing much happened for a bit, so she decided to see if it would go faster. She pressed the button again and that's exactly what happened. The buzzing changed to a higher pitch and the vibrations suddenly got a lot more obvious. Now she could feel something. Oh yes, that was nice. Oh yes, just there. And there. Oh and there too. In fact, just about everywhere on her pussy she moved it seemed to come alive like she'd never felt before. Trying not to moan out loud she found the place that felt best and left it there, letting the feeling build and build. Which it did, pretty quickly too. In almost no time at all she felt an orgasm welling up inside her, but a more intense build-up than any she'd experienced being fucked by Sam. She wanted to stop, to try to prolong it, delay it somehow, but her hand wouldn't let her. It kept the vibrator pressed hard against her clit, torturing the poor little thing until it exploded with pleasure. Involuntarily her back lifted from the bed in spasm and she almost doubled over, so out of control she felt. Jesus, she thought, will this ever stop?

Of course, stop it did, as all orgasms must. But for some time after, she continued to feel little thrills of pleasure run through her, from her pussy to the top of her head, even when she turned off the vibrator. Oh Lord, she thought contentedly as she gave the tip of the vibrator a shy little kiss, I shall have to get a spare set of batteries. She slipped it back into her knicker drawer, pulled the sheet up over her, curled up on her side and within a few minutes was fast asleep. Bless.

The next morning about 11 there was a knock on Sandy's back door.

"Only me," called Sally, letting herself in.

"Hi Sally," said Sandy shyly, because she was still a little embarrassed about what had happened the night before and even a little embarrassed about what she had done when she was in bed, as if Sally might somehow be able to tell just by looking at her that she'd had the best orgasm of her life only twelve hours ago. "Do you want some coffee?"

"Love some," said Sally, sitting herself down.

They spent the next half-hour gossiping, until Sandy couldn't stand not knowing any longer and finally came out with the question she'd been dying to ask all morning. "What did you do last night, you know, after I left?"

Sally laughed. "Well, I thought, I can hang around in the kitchen waiting until they've finished themselves off - or I can make lots of noise and pretend I've just arrived and give them just enough time to get themselves in order before I march into the tv room - or I can do what I really want to do and walk in there right away and grab both their cocks for myself."

"You didn't!" exclaimed Sandy in completely unfeigned horror. I told you she led a sheltered life.

"Of course I didn't. I made lots of noise and gave them a couple of minutes. When I went in their pants were pulled up, they had beer cans in their hands and football was on the tv. Boring. So I went up to bed and masturbated myself to a lovely orgasm."

"Oh, so did..." began Sandy without thinking, but then stopped herself.

Too late. Sally smirked knowingly. "Oh, you did too, did you? You little slut, I hope you're ashamed of yourself."

Sandy decided to confess all. Actually, she'd been dying to since she'd got up. She wanted Sally to know what a wild sexual adventuress she had become. "I used that vibrator you gave me. It was amazing. I've never had an orgasm like it."

Her neighbour wasn't as impressed as she'd hoped. "Is that the first time you've used it? I gave it you last Christmas."

"Well, I've used it now. And I shall be using it a lot from now on. I had no idea orgasms could be that good."

Sally laughed. "Gosh, aren't you the daredevil. And I thought you were such a prude."

"Oh no, is that the way I come across? I don't mean to. I guess it's just the way I was brought up. Sam's the only man I've ever had sex with and he's kind of shy in bed like me." Then it all poured out. About how she was afraid she was too dull for Sam, and how she should have had some experience with men before she married him, and how their sex life was a bit boring, but she didn't know what to do about it. By the end she was almost in tears and Sally had to give her a big hug and tell her she wasn't boring and she wasn't really a prude and in fact she was Sally's best friend and the thing about best friends was they could tell each other anything and they would always help each other no matter what their problems. In fact, Sally was a real brick - in a good way.

"Stay here," she told Sandy after a while. "I've got an idea."

In a couple of minutes she was back, holding a vibrator in her hand. It was a slightly different shape from the one she had given Sandy, but Sandy could tell that's what it was.

"What are you doing?" she asked nervously.

"Helping you shed your prudishness," answered her neighbour, taking her hand and leading her to the stairs. "Come on."

"Where are we going?"

"Well, I assume you keep yours in your bedroom."

"Why?" asked Sandy, as she reluctantly allowed herself to be led upstairs. "Are we going to compare them?"

"In a way," grinned Sally. "After all, what men can do..."

Sandy began to get the drift. "Oh no. I couldn't. I really couldn't."

"Of course you could. You just did. So did I. All that's different is we're going to do it together, like Max and Sam did. And the way I see it is if they can jack off together without feeling embarrassed about it, then so can we. Don't worry, I won't touch you or anything. I'm not into girls." Which was a lie, of course, but Sandy wasn't to know that.

"Oh Lord," said Sandy, as Sally dragged her into the bedroom. "I'm not sure I can do this."

"Of course you can. Look, I've even got one of Max's naughty DVDs. Get your best friend out while I set it up. Though to tell you the truth, I don't think I'll need it I'm already hot thinking about your husband's lovely cock. Oh I'm sorry, I hope you don't mind me saying that."

"I guess not," said Sandy in a small voice, feeling in her knicker drawer for her vibrator.

"There we go," said Sally, sitting back on the bed with the tv remote and clicking the DVD to play. "Come and sit next to me."

Side by side the two neighbours watched the credits roll in silence. Porn DVDs being what they are, it wasn't long before a man was fondling a woman's naked tits and she was rubbing his erection through his pants. In even less time his cock was out of his pants and in the woman's mouth.

"Mm, nice cock," murmured Sally appreciatively.

"Is it? I haven't seen enough to compare. It looks very big."

"Porn actors always have big ones. They probably use suction pumps."

Sandy laughed, despite herself. "This must be the weirdest experience of my life."

"It's not something I do every day either. Mm, that looks good." The woman was now lying on her back with her legs around the man's neck while he licked her pussy. She looked as if she were genuinely enjoying herself. "I'm going to have to start taking care of myself."

So saying, she lay back, unzipped her jeans and slipped them off. Sandy didn't know quite where to look, so she concentrated on the screen, where the woman was humping her pussy eagerly against the man's mouth. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Sally already running the tip of her vibrator around the crotch of her knickers.

"I hope you don't mind," said Sally, "but I'm thinking of your husband's cock. The sight of him stroking it is really turning me on. Is that OK?"

"I guess so."

Unbidden, the memory of Sam and Max playing with their cocks came into her own mind - only with her, the picture narrowed in on Max's. She wanted to touch it herself, know what it felt like all hard and smooth like that. Oh God, was she turning into a slut? Was she being unfaithful? The moans of the woman on screen were rising to a climax. In a vain attempt to shut them out, Sandy lay back alongside Sally. OK, if I'm turning into a slut, she said to herself, then I'll behave like one. Following Sally's example, she unzipped her jeans, lifted her hips and slipped them off. She glanced at Sally to see if she was looking, but her neighbour had her eyes closed. Sandy clicked her vibrator a couple of times to get it to the speed she'd found so good last night and pressed it between her legs. Almost immediately she could feel the vibrations working their magic. Oh no, she thought, I'm so turned on by all this, I really am a slut.

Out of the TV came louder and louder moans and screams of ecstasy as the woman acted out her orgasm. "I'm going to turn the sound off," said Sally, pointing the remote. "It's too distracting. Do you mind?"

"Go ahead."

The silence was a relief, almost companionable.

"I want to concentrate on your husband's cock."

Sandy glanced at her friend. Sally was smiling at her, a serious smile of sincere friendship which meant, don't worry, this is just fantasy, I'm not going to try and steal your husband from you. Sandy smiled back, feeling very grown up.

"And I don't mind you thinking about Max's cock if you want to," added Sally.

"Thanks." Then she daringly admitted, "I am."

Sandy glanced down Sally's body. Her hand holding the vibrator was now inside her knickers and Sally was moaning quietly to herself. Sandy couldn't help watching. That and the vibrator were pushing her close to the edge. When she looked up, Sally was smiling at her. "This is very sexy, isn't it?"

"Yes. Are you going to come?"

"Not yet. You first. I want to watch."

Sandy wasn't sure she wanted to be watched, but she was too far gone to stop now. Seized by an urge to be completely open, she pushed her knickers down her legs and spread her legs wide. When she placed the vibrator on her naked pussy she couldn't help but cry out. "Oh God!"

"You look lovely like that," said Sally, gazing at her friend's nakedness.

"I'm sure I don't," murmured Sandy, hardly able to speak, and as flattered as hell. Not even Sam had ever said as much with as much conviction. Oh Lord, she was so close. She could feel it building and building.

"Turn towards me," said Sally. "I want to see what you look like when you come."

"I can't," said Sandy, but only because she felt she ought to say it. She looked at Sally and saw that her neighbour had turned towards her and was also naked from the waist down. Beneath her raised leg her hand pressed the vibrator against her shaven pussy. Sandy could see everything. It was enough to send her over the edge. Turning herself towards Sally she raised her leg as if in a mirror image and pressed the vibrator hard against her throbbing pussy. "Oh, I'm coming," she couldn't help moaning. "I'm coming." And her body went into spasm, shuddering uncontrollably as the orgasm roared through her. The vibrator prolonged it almost beyond endurance. "Oh God, I can't stop it. I can't stop."

But it did, eventually.

"Wow," said Sally in undisguised admiration, "That was some orgasm. I think you went off into sex heaven there for a minute or two. Give me a couple more minutes and I'll join you."

Inwardly glowing, Sandy lay on her side and watched her friend pleasure herself. Even that was exciting. She almost felt as if she could have another orgasm, but she didn't want to try in case it didn't happen. For now, it was hot just watching Sally have one.

"Are you still thinking of Sam?"

"Not exactly," smiled Sally, looking straight into her friend's eyes. "I'm thinking of the two of you, him fucking you while you..."

"While I what?"

"Oh God, I'm close. If you must know, while you suck my clit."

"Oh." Sandy was shocked into silence. Not shocked enough to want to get off the bed and never speak to her friend again. Not even shocked enough to stop watching. But shocked enough not to be able to think of an appropriate response.

"Oh yes, that's it! I'm coming! Oh christ yes, oh yes, oh yes!"

Transfixed, Sandy gazed at her friend as she moaned and jerked in front of her, the vibrator pressed between her legs, her pelvis thrusting back at it. She'd never seen a woman come before. It was amazing, even beautiful.

When Sally was finally calm and had her eyes open, Sandy found her voice again. "I just want to say you look lovely too."

"Thank you. And I bet the men could never match those orgasms, no matter how many DVDs they watch."

"Just one thing," said Sandy. "I thought you said you weren't into girls."

"I know," said Sally, leaning over and giving her a very long and sensual kiss on the lips, which at first disgusted Sandy but by the end made her breathless and wanting more. "I lied."

Which is so like a woman. 

Chapter 2: The Long Game


Sandy and Sam and Sally and Max



Sandy didn't get together with Sally for quite a few days after that. Not because she didn't want to, but somehow the opportunity never arose. Sally had a job in the office of a construction company and seemed to be pretty busy. Sandy thought a lot about that time when she'd seen the men playing with their cocks and even more about the next day when she and Sally had watched each other have orgasms. And when she did she wanted to go next door and talk to Sally about it because her feelings were so strange and confused. Sometimes she would get all hot thinking about it and she'd have to go upstairs and get her vibrator out of her knicker drawer and lie on the bed and satisfy herself. And then she'd feel proud of herself and think what a terrible person she'd become and laugh to herself. Other times when she thought about it she'd feel hot with embarrassment and shame. To think she'd actually played with her naked pussy in front of another woman - and allowed herself to be kissed by her - and she'd actually liked it. She was surely damned and going straight to hell, she was so wicked and depraved. Of course, you probably think she was just being a silly woman. But you weren't brought up like Sandy, so who are you to pass judgment?

Anyway, one day when she was vacuuming non-existent dust and half-watching a day-time soap on tv, there was the sound of the back door opening and Sally's familiar voice.

"Only me."

Of course, Sandy didn't hear her because of the noise of the vacuum, so she nearly had a coronary when Sally put her arms round her from behind and planted a quick kiss on the back of her neck.

"If it isn't Young Housewife of the Year," quipped Sally when Sandy had recovered.

"I was miles away," admitted Sandy, pleased as hell to see her friend after all this time, but too shy to give her a hug and a kiss, which is what she wanted to do.

"I've got the day off," said Sally. "Let's have coffee and you can tell me all the naughty things you've been up to."

As we know, Sandy hadn't really been up to any naughty things, so that part of the conversation was pretty short. She did say she'd used her vibrator a few times, but only when Sally asked her pointblank.

"So Sam's still Mr Dull in bed, is he?"

"Well, it's not just him, is it? It's me too." Sandy was too generous to lay the blame entirely at her husband's feet. After all, she loved him.

"Join the club," said Sally, much to Sandy's surprise.

"What do you mean?" She knew exactly what Sally meant; this was just a conversational filler.

"I mean Max and I haven't exactly been setting the sheets on fire either. Maybe it's because we've both been so busy." Of course, this wasn't entirely the truth. In fact, to be more honest than Sally, it wasn't in any way the truth, but Sally was pretty good at saying whatever was appropriate to get her what she wanted. "Maybe we should make a porn movie and show it to them on one of their 'football' nights. That might get us all interested again."

"Oh Sally," laughed Sandy, "you are terrible."

To make Sandy laugh more, which Sally liked to do because her neighbour really was very pretty when she laughed, Sally expanded on the idea, describing how they'd hire some hunk, then fuck him in all the ways she could imagine and he'd suck her on the dining room table while Sandy did the vacuuming in the nude, then Sandy would suck his cock while she sat on his face, then Sandy would lie on the table while Sally sucked her clit and got fucked from behind, then...

"Stop!" cried Sandy, helpless with laughter by this point, but also getting a little aroused, especially at the thought of having her clit sucked, which Sam had never done, though of course she'd never asked him to, so she couldn't really complain.

"You're right," said Sally. "No way can we make a movie. Anyway, why should we when they've got us here in the flesh, ready and willing if only they knew."

"Yes," sighed Sandy with more feeling than she intended.

Sally smiled at her friend. "I don't know about you, but all this talk about porn has made me pretty hot. Do you want to...you know?"

"Oh gosh," said Sandy, a little nervous thrill going through her, "I don't know..."

That was good enough for Sally. "Come on," she said, getting up and pulling her friend to the stairs, "we both need it. It's unhealthy not to satisfy one's urges."

"But don't you need..."

Sally pulled a small object from her jeans pocket. "My portable. Never leave home without it."

In the bedroom Sandy suddenly felt very shy and didn't know whether to lie down on the bed or take her jeans off or what. Sally, being the person she was, got down to business right away and stripped off her jeans. Then, to Sandy's utter consternation, she lifted her top off - under which she was wearing nothing - and dropped it to the floor. And as if that wasn't awful enough, she slipped her knickers down to her ankles and calmly stepped out of them. Sally was standing completely naked in front of her - tits, thighs, pussy, everything. Sandy couldn't drag her eyes away. Oh Lord.

"That's better," sighed Sally, stretching herself out on the bed. "There's nothing like being completely naked, is there?" She knew only too well she was causing her friend real problems, but she was deliberately ignoring the fact. This girl needs a few shocks in her life, she was thinking to herself, but in a good way. She started caressing her breasts in a slow erotic fashion and let her legs open a little. Sandy was transfixed. If she'd been at all capable of sorting out her jumble of thoughts and emotions, she would have been asking herself the question, why is looking at this naked woman such a turn-on?

"Well, don't just stand there," said Sally, who was pretty turned on herself by now. "I'm not going to put on a show while you watch." Actually she would have been quite happy to do just that, but not right then. Right then she had other plans.

Her mind a confusion of dos and don'ts, Sandy finally screwed up her courage and slipped out of her jeans.

"Don't stop there," encouraged Sally, whose hand was getting busy with her little vibrator. "Don't you know it's bad taste to be overdressed at a party?"

Oh well, thought Sandy, what's the worst that can happen? Immediately, plenty of really terrible things occurred to her, so she tried to shut her mind to them. Turning her back to Sally, she pulled her top off, then nervously unclasped her bra, laying them over the back of a chair on top of her jeans.

"Don't stop there," urged Sally. "I have seen it before, remember."

Which wasn't exactly the reminder Sandy needed, but she could hardly deny it. Oh Lord, two naked women lying next to each other masturbating. Oh Lordy Lord. Keeping her back to Sally, she slipped her knickers down to her feet.

"Beautiful," murmured Sally appreciatively.

Sandy turned to face her and put on what she hoped sounded like a cross voice. "Don't say that. I don't want you kissing me again or anything like that." Which was almost the exact opposite of the truth, but that's women for you.

Sally, of course, wasn't at all discouraged. "You are beautiful. I don't mean you're hot. Men are hot. But women are beautiful." Actually, she thought beautiful women like Sandy were hot too, but she was getting pretty good at guessing what Sandy preferred to hear.

Thus reassured, Sandy lay down on the bed next to Sally but made sure there was a clear gap between them. Sally grinned at her but said nothing. She was already having nice warm feelings courtesy of her pocket bullet. There'd be time enough to get close to Sandy later.

Sandy was also feeling pretty warm, despite being naked - or maybe because she was naked. She ran her hands over her belly, then over her breasts. Everything tingled to her touch, like the first times when Sam had touched her. She turned on her vibrator. She thought she might have gone off the boil a bit, what with the tricky business of getting naked in front of Sally and so on, but the familiar buzz of the vibrator almost immediately got her feeling really hot, even before it touched her. Like I'm some kind of Pavlov dog, she thought helplessly.

"There," said Sally, who was already getting a bit breathless at the thought of what she planned to do. "Doesn't it feel good being naked?"

"I guess so," admitted Sandy, who was finally starting to relax a bit. Well, that's vibrators for you. She closed her eyes to try to shut out the thought of the naked woman next to her and opened her legs to let the vibrator slide into its favourite place. But, of course, all that did was make her think of Sally more. She opened her eyes - to see Sally leaning on her elbow, gazing at her quite without embarrassment.

"What are you doing?"

"Looking at you, of course. I told you, you're beautiful."

"Am I?" Oh Lord, the vibrator just hit a great spot. "I don't feel very beautiful."

"Well, you are. And I'm sorry, but I'm just going to have to kiss you."

"No!" 

But it was too late. Whether the pleasure from the vibrator was too distracting or what, she was too slow to react. The next thing she knew, Sally's lips were fastened firmly to her own. Instinctively she opened them to breathe, but all that achieved was for the kiss to become hot and wet, and before she knew it Sally's tongue was inside her and it felt warm and sensual and she sucked it and, oh Lord, she could feel it all the way down her body, right to where the vibrator was busily torturing her pussy. Then there was a hand on her breast and it squeezed and stroked and played with the nipple, which immediately betrayed her and became hard and sensitive and wanted more. Then the hand moved down across her belly and found her own hand holding the vibrator and cupped it and pressed it harder into her so that the vibrations became almost more than she could bear.

Which was the point at which she tore her mouth away from Sally's. "Stop, please. I can't breathe."

"Neither can I," said Sally. "But who cares?" She gazed down at Sandy's naked body, her heaving breasts, her busy hand. By God, she said to herself, I am going to corrupt this gorgeous woman if it's the last thing I do.

"Lie still," she said. It came out as more of an order than she'd intended, but it had the desired effect. Sandy was so surprised she just did what she was told. "I'm going to give you more pleasure than you ever thought possible."

"What are you going to do?"

"Just lie there." This time Sally let it come out like an order. She'd finally realised this was the way to treat Sandy. "Don't say a word."

Obediently Sandy lay still. She wasn't such a mouse as this might imply, but the way she reasoned was this. I may be a slut and I may be turning into a lesbian - though I don't think I am - and I know a bit of me likes this even though I know it's wrong, but if Sally practically forces me to submit, then I can't be blamed, can I? It's not my fault I'm enjoying this, it's her's.

So she lay there and allowed Sally's kisses to move down her body, even though she could easily have got up any time. I feel like I'm tied down, she said to herself, I can't move. Even when Sally moved Sandy's vibrator out of the way and her kisses reached just above her pussy, she didn't move. She said to herself, I just have to let this happen. Which might imply she was lying as immobile as a plank, whereas in fact she was unconsciously lifting her hips to meet Sally's kisses, movements that Sally found intensely arousing. Sandy wants this, she said to herself, she really wants this.

"Open your legs wide," she ordered.

"No, please..." said Sandy, but at the same time doing exactly what she was told. She felt Sally change position and, opening her eyes for the first time for some minutes, saw that her naked neighbour was standing at the foot of the bed between her outstretched legs. Oh no, Sally must be able to see everything. Her pussy lips, all wet and open, maybe even her clit. What must she look like? But of course she also felt excited and exhilhirated at the same time, thrilled to be so open and exposed to someone, yet guilty for feeling that way - which is a combination guaranteed to make anyone think they're going a bit crazy. 

Then Sally bent her head between Sandy's legs and Sandy thought she had died and gone to heaven. So that's what having one's pussy kissed feels like. She'd often tried to imagine it, and thought it must be lovely. But the reality came nowhere near even her most vivid imaginings. Well, it wouldn't, would it? Especially since Sally knew exactly what she was about. First she teased Sandy a little, just letting her lips brush Sandy's, knowing that Sandy would be able to feel the slightest touch, even the warmth of her breath, and that it would be driving her wild. She dipped her tongue between the soft swollen lips and ran it up and down a few thousand times, until poor Sandy was so lost she didn't even know what town she lived in. Out of her mouth came little more than gibberish, interspersed with cries of "No!" and "Yes!" and "Don't!" and "More!", which if Sally had bothered to listen to would have had her completely confused about what the girl wanted. Actually she knew exactly what Sandy wanted; she didn't need to be told. She took a firm grip of Sandy's thighs, so they didn't suddenly close on her in a headlock, and planted her mouth on Sandy's stiff little clit.

"Oh!...Ah!..." screamed Sandy. "Don't stop! Please, don't stop!"

As if Sally would have. She had a tiny streak of cruelty in her - in a good way - but she wasn't a sadist. She took Sandy's little pink rosebud between her lips and gave it the seeing to she knew it needed. This sweet thing, she said to herself, has never been kissed before, and I'm going to make sure it doesn't forget the first time. She kissed and licked and teased and nibbled it, all the things she liked having done to her own clit. Poor Sandy was almost passing out with pleasure. Oh Lord, she prayed, if I must die now, please don't let it be before I come.

Finally, sensing Sandy was getting pretty close, Sally took the swollen clit firmly between her lips and started to give it a strong rhythmic sucking. Sure enough, in only a few seconds Sandy was thrashing about in the throes of the most amazing orgasm she had ever thought possible. And it went on and on - because Sally was experienced enough to know exactly how to prolong it, almost but not quite beyond endurance. And despite Sally's command to her not to say a word - remember that? - Sandy disobeyed and for some time both during and after her climax, the bedroom echoed to her exclamations and cries of pleasure - which I won't itemise here, because you know the kind of thing people say when they're having orgasms and Sandy wasn't imaginative enough to think of anything original. 

Finally, emotionally and physically exhausted after her ordeal - which is what the strict and inhibited side of Sandy considered it - she could do nothing but lie back on the bed and try not to think what a depraved person she'd become. After which an even more terrible thought occurred to her: my vibrator can't give me orgasms like that; whatever am I going to do now?

Sally crawled up the bed and lay alongside her naked neighbour, observing - not for the first time - how beautiful a woman looks after she's just had an orgasm. Sandy, of course, couldn't look her in the eye, so pretended to be drifting off to sleep. Not at all put off, Sally leant over and gave her a long passionate kiss on the mouth, which Sandy, despite her post-orgasmic guilt and exhaustion, couldn't resist responding to. She even put her arm round Sally, as she felt their breasts crush together. But when Sally finally released her, inhibition took over again. She closed her eyes and turned away on her side.

Sally was disappointed, of course, not to mention frustrated, but she was clever enough not to push it. Needing some kind of release, she made do with a quickie courtesy of her portable - which was OK, but hardly earth-shattering.

"This is what you get, I suppose," she said ruefully to herself, calling rather surprisingly on a footballing metaphor, "when you play the long game."

Chapter 3: A Bottle of Montepulciano

What did Sally do next? Well, pretty soon after, she got dressed, went home - leaving Sandy fast asleep in a post-orgasmic stupor - sat down with a chilled bottle of Chardonnay and thought long and hard about Sandy and how to save her from herself. Pretty presumptuous, you might think, but that was the kind of person Sally was. She always thought she knew what was best for other people. Sometimes it got her in trouble and sometimes it lost her a friend or two, but her heart was in the right place.

Once she'd thought of her plan, she felt pretty pleased with herself. Which was a bit misguided of her, because it wasn't that great a plan.

The next morning she went round to Sandy's to see if they were still friends. A bit of her thought she might have gone too far, sucking Sandy's clit like that, but it just seemed like the right thing to do at the time. Hell, Sandy had enjoyed it, hadn't she? Still, she felt a bit nervous when she walked in Sandy's back door and her "Only me" wasn't quite as cheery as usual. She needn't have worried; Sandy wasn't around. Not downstairs doing her usual housewifely chores, anyway. She was upstairs lying in bed pretending she had a headache, which she'd been doing since Sam had left for work three hours before. When Sally called out again, she heard alright, but she buried her face in the pillow and hoped her neighbour would go away and leave her be, even though she was her best friend.

Sally wasn't the kind of person who's so easily put off. She suspected Sandy might be hiding upstairs, so she went right on up.

"Oh, there you are," she said, when she put her head round the bedroom door and saw Sandy lying curled up under the sheet. "Are you sick?"

"I've got a headache," said Sandy, trying hard to sound as if she really had one. What she wanted, of course, was for Sally to be sympathetic and lay a cold flannel on her face and comfort her in all sorts of ways she couldn't think of right then. Sally was wise to that kind of thing.

"Lying in bed isn't going to help," she said. "What you need is to get vertical and drink lots of water." Which is what everybody should do when they get a headache, pretend or not, in case you're interested.

Sandy felt pretty sorry for herself after that, but couldn't think what to do except get herself out of bed and do what Sally had told her to do. It was like Sally had taken over her willpower.

Down in the kitchen, Sally made her drink a huge tumbler of water, then put another in front of her - which made her feel better, even though she'd never had a headache in the first place. Pretty soon they were chatting away together like the good friends they were, certainly not as if one had recently sucked the pussy of the other. In fact, neither of them said anything about what had happened the previous day, Sandy because she was too embarrassed even to think about it and wanted to put it right out of her mind and Sally because she wanted to move on and get started on her plan. Sandy was soon laughing away at the things Sally was saying and thinking what a good friend she was really and how she was glad what had happened the previous day had just been a silly one-off bit of madness and thank the Lord they could put it behind them and everything could just be normal again. So when Sally suggested they go out for a meal together in a couple of days time she didn't bat an eyelid.

"That'd be great," she said eagerly. "Where shall we go?"

It would be wrong to say Sandy thought of nothing else for the next two days, but she did think about it. She wondered what to wear and she worried about how much she should drink, which is normal for any woman. She didn't worry about what to tell Sam, because Sam told her he was going round to Max's to watch football on tv.




Sandy and Sam and Sally and Max



Oh, right, said Sandy to herself, football. See, she wasn't completely dumb, though she was to the extent she didn't even know it wasn't the football season. Sure, it upset her a little to think her husband wanted to masturbate to porn DVDs, but he didn't do it that often and she knew he still loved her. In fact, he'd masturbated to quite a few porn DVDs, but mostly before he'd even met Sandy, so that doesn't count. Since he'd been married this would be only his second time; compared with most men he was pretty well-behaved.

Anyway, the evening came round and Sally and Sandy went to an Italian place with check tablecloths and lots of items on the menu claiming to be made by someone called 'momma'. It was pretty lively and Sally and Sandy almost had to shout at each other to be heard. Their waiter was a good-looking economics student who liked serving two single women because he knew if he flirted with them and made them feel good, they would probably leave a big tip. Even though he doesn't figure at all in this story and we don't care if he's a good or bad person, he genuinely liked serving Sally and Sandy because they were both attractive and laughed a lot and really appreciated the food, and that always makes a waiter's life easier.

"I wouldn't mind finding his cock in my hand," Sally almost shouted in Sandy's ear when they'd finished a bottle of Montepulciano.

"Sally," exclaimed Sandy, trying to look shocked, but actually thinking roughly the same thing, though she wouldn't have put it in those words. "You're incorrigible."

In the car Sandy worried if Sally was fit to drive.

"I've only had a glass," her friend reassured her.

"You mean I drank the rest? No wonder I can't feel my toes."

The rest of the journey was accompanied by lots of giggles and screams of laughter at things that wouldn't seem at all funny if they were written down, so they're not going to be. Instead, we'll skip straight to Sally pulling the car into her driveway.

"We'd best go over to our place," giggled Sandy, putting her finger to her lips. "We don't want to interrupt them."

"Oh no," said Sally. Going over to Sandy's wasn't part of the plan. "I want to sneak another look."

"Do you think we should?" asked Sandy, a nervous thrill creeping into her voice. That's exactly what she'd been thinking too, but she hadn't dared say so. "What if they hear us?"

"Just make sure you don't walk into any furniture," said Sally, putting a steadying arm round her tipsy friend's waist.

In the house they could just hear the sound of women moaning and sighing and so on coming down the hallway from the tv room. 

"Men are so disgusting," said Sandy, because a bit of her had half expected her husband and Max really to be watching football.

"Yes," said Sally. "Let's go and see just how disgusting."

They tiptoed down the hallway and Sally peeped round the half-open door. Sure enough there were Max and Sam sitting on the couch with their pants round their ankles and their big stiff cocks in their hands, plainly enjoying whatever was on the tv. Sally had a good look then beckoned her friend to have a peep. Sandy wasn't sure if she should, but she was a little tipsy and her curiosity soon got the better of her scruples. After all, she'd only got a quick glimpse of them the other night and she thought she ought to take a longer look this time if only to make sure she'd really seen what she thought she had.

She bent down a little so she could get a good look round the door. The sight of her husband and Max slowly stroking their big cocks instantly had her transfixed. She couldn't take her eyes off them, particularly Max's, which was so unlike her husband's - not bigger or thicker, just different and therefore fascinating, particularly being all red and stiff like that and with Max's hand slowly covering and uncovering the smooth shiny head. She became instantly hot, which could have been the bottle of Montepulciano, but I doubt it. What made her so hot was the thought of herself touching Max's cock, slowly and lazily just like he was doing. 

"I want to be doing that," whispered Sally, putting into words exactly what Sandy was thinking.

Sandy couldn't say anything, so mesmerised was she by the scene.

"In fact," added Sally, pretty excited herself, now she'd reached a critical moment in her plan, "I'm going to."

"No!" hissed Sandy desperately. "You can't!"

"Just watch me. What's the harm? We're just joining in their fun."

"What do you mean, we?" hissed Sandy even more desperately. "I'm not going in there. I'm going home."

"Suit yourself," shrugged Sally, "but I'm going to tell them you were here and saw them too."

This was a pretty mean threat, because it meant that not only would Sam think his wife was spying on him, but also that he'd probably think she was a prude too, which was one of Sandy's big fears. But she couldn't go in there, not with their cocks out and all those naked women on the tv and everything. She just couldn't.

Sally guessed what was going through her friend's mind and felt a twinge of sympathy. She didn't want to hurt Sandy, she just wanted her to have a bit more fun and sometimes, she thought, you have to be cruel to be kind. Which was a pretty condescending thought, but there you go. On the other hand, Sandy didn't run down the hallway and out of the house like she was perfectly free to do. She just stood there. So maybe Sally knew her friend better than Sandy knew herself.

"I'm going in," she whispered again. "Are you coming?"

Sandy shook her head. She just couldn't.

The next thing she knew Sally had thrown the door wide and marched in. "So this is what you two get up to when we girls are away."

Sandy nearly died. She couldn't see what the men looked like in the act of discovery because she didn't dare look, but she imagined they'd be desperately pulling up their pants and trying to stuff their cocks away as quickly as possible, their faces pictures of embarrassment and shame. Actually, that was pretty much how Sam reacted, but Max hardly twitched. 

"Hell, caught us in the act," he said with a smile Sandy couldn't see. "You'd better come and join us, honey."

"That's what I intend to do," came Sally's voice. "Make room."

Then Sandy heard her say, "No, don't go, Sam. I hate to interrupt a man when he's enjoying himself."

At which point Sandy couldn't bear not to see what was going on, so she peeped in. There was Sally sitting next to Max, already with her hand on his cock, and there was Sam sitting not much more than a couple of feet from her with his pants half up but his cock still completely visible, though now a little deflated. I'm not surprised, thought Sandy.

"Where's Sandy?" he asked. "Has she gone home?"

"Oh, she's here too," smiled Sally, "but she's too shy to come in."

Oh no, thought Sandy, ducking out of sight.

"I should take her home," said Sam, wondering what the hell he was going to say to her. How was he supposed to explain jacking off to porn DVDs?

"You stay here," said Sally. "Come on, Sandy," she called out. "Don't hide out there. Your husband knows you've seen him, so what's the point?"

Sandy nearly died - again. She didn't know what to do. She couldn't go in. She didn't know what would happen to her if she did, but she was sure it would be something terrible. On the other hand, she couldn't just stand out there like a little kid while everybody made fun of her and thought she was being a prude. They couldn't make her do anything she didn't want to, could they? Maybe she could just go in, whisper to Sam to put it away, then they could just go home. Yes, that's what she'd do.

So she put on a brave face and walked in the room - a little unsteadily, unfortunately, because of the Montepulciano, but she didn't hit any of the furniture.

"Hi boys," she said, in a casual voice that fooled no one. "What have you been up to?" Which even she knew was a stupid question because she couldn't take her eyes off Max's cock and Sally's hand stroking it. She suddenly felt hot and a little dizzy, so she sat down between Sam and Sally before she fell down.

"Sandy's had a little too much Italian," said Sally. "We'll have to entertain her so she doesn't fall asleep."

"Fine by me," grinned Max, who was beginning to feel pretty good as a result of what his wife's hand was doing.

Sam - still with his cock out - was understandably tongue-tied, so just gave his wife a kind of sheepish shrug, as if to say, sorry honey, but this is the worst you''ll ever know about me and I still love you despite the fact I also like looking at naked women on DVDs fucking and sucking cock. Sandy raised her eyebrows at him but couldn't think of anything to say that wouldn't sound either mean or silly, so she looked at the TV. On it a naked man was eating out a naked woman while another woman in stockings and high heels had her hand wrapped round his cock. Oh Lord, thought Sandy, but she couldn't tear her eyes away, especially when she knew that if she did she'd only find herself looking at Sally stroking Max's cock.

Sam noticed his wife looking at the DVD and decided to risk an observation. "It's all fake, of course."

"Is it?" said Sandy. "I wouldn't know." But she didn't look away.

"The women just pretend to have orgasms; all that moaning is put on."

"What about the men? Are they faking it?'

"Well, no, not the men, obviously."

"Would you like me to do that?" asked Sandy, nodding at the woman stroking the man's cock.

Sam didn't know quite what to say to this. If he said yes, would she say he was disgusting and never speak to him again? "Only if you wanted to," he said, which seemed a pretty safe answer under the circumstances.

"OK," said Sandy and took hold of his half-erect cock.

"What, now?" he said, a bit alarmed. I mean, Max and Sally were next to them on the couch, for Christ's sake, even if she was jacking him off.

"Go for it," said Sally encouragingly. "We interrupted them, so it's only right we finish them off." A conclusion she seemed pretty keen to reach, judging by the vigour with which she was pumping her husband's cock. Max was lying with his head back, breathing in short gasps, so she was obviously doing a good job.

Sam thought it might be rude to stare, but he couldn't help himself. Watching Sally's hand sliding up and down a live hard cock was pretty arousing, much more so than watching a fake blonde with fake tits doing it to a muscle-bound porn star anyway, especially with his wife stroking his own cock, even if she didn't really know how to do it properly.

"Am I doing it right?" asked Sandy, dimly conscious through her alcoholic haze that Sally seemed a lot more dexterous.

"Great," said Sam, because although it wasn't - not yet anyway - he didn't want her to stop.

Truth to tell, Sandy didn't want to stop either. If you thought she was only - to coin a phrase - going through the motions because she didn't want to be thought a party-pooper, you'd be mistaken. Watching Sally doing that to Max and having her husband's thing in her own hand were making her feel pretty hot. It wasn't the same as what was on the TV - though that was arousing too, but in a different way. This was real sex between two people who were really into each other, who really loved each other and really liked giving each other pleasure. And here it was, right in front her, in the flesh, a real live throbbing cock in her best friend's hand, about to come. She could feel Sam's cock as well, really big and firm like Max's now, so she must have been doing something right. It made her feel even hotter. It was almost like having two cocks and that was something she thought would never happen to her.

By this time the TV had been forgotten. Both Sam and Sandy were just staring at Max's cock, waiting for it to blow, both as hot as hell.

"Shall I make him come?" said Sally, giving them a teasing smile.

Sandy couldn't speak, but she gave a little nod. Oh Lord, did she just admit she wanted to see another man come?

"Here you go, lover," said Sally to Max, giving him a long lingering kiss on his lips, so he could hardly breathe. "Give Sandy the show she's been dying to see." She gave some final rapid strokes and right on cue Max's body went into spasm. He came good and strong, while Sally did clever things with her hand to make him spurt even further and prolong his orgasm for as long as possible.

"Oh yeah, honey, I'm coming," cried Max, who was not above stating the obvious.

"That's it, baby," urged Sally, her tongue between her lips, "I love to see your big cock come." Her hand slippery with his come, she continued to stroke him slowly, which she knew was sometimes the best feeling for a man.

Sandy couldn't tear her eyes away. She'd never actually seen a real live cock come. The only orgasms Sam had with her were inside her; she'd certainly never given him a hand job. Not because she wouldn't, but because he'd never asked. Stupid man.

Sam, for his part, didn't find Max coming quite as arousing as he'd expected it to be. In fact, it was a little bit embarrassing - even if Max was his best friend, or maybe because Max was his best friend, who can fathom the mysteries of male bonding? So he looked away - or rather he looked at Sally, who was looking very erotic the way her eyes were all hooded and her lips were apart and the tip of her tongue protruded from her mouth. She looked almost as if she was going to lap up Max's come, which had gone all over his belly - but instead she released her husband's cock and got up on the couch, straddling Max and facing him.

"My turn, lover," she said, with a wink at Sandy, who turned bright pink because she guessed right away what Sally was about to do.

Sure enough, Sally lifted her skirt to her waist, revealing a black and red lacy thong. "Time for your supper," she said, which was kind of inane, but that was the sort of talk they liked.

Max needed no further encouragement. He grabbed his wife's bare arse with both hands, pulled her towards him and buried his face between her legs. "Oh yes," sighed Sally, who loved to be licked through her knickers.

This was more like it, thought Sam, his cock getting a lot harder in Sandy's inexpert hand. In fact, it seemed her very inexperience was having the desired effect. Her fumbling strokes meant he never quite knew when or where she would next hit the spot. It was weirdly exciting - frustrating too, but exciting at the same time. Or maybe it was just the sight of Sally getting her cotton covered pussy licked, he didn't really care which. 

Sandy, for her part, was also hugely turned on by what Max was doing to Sally, though she hadn't expected to be. She also felt a little guilty for being turned on. Wasn't watching people have sex a bit like looking through their rubbish - an invasion of their privacy? Then she saw how Max's tongue had found Sally's clit under the cotton and was circling it teasingly, and how Sally threw her head back and was moaning to herself, and she thought, so what if it's wrong? I want to watch. It was as much as she could do to concentrate on the matter in hand, which was her husband's cock. Was she doing it right, she wondered to herself for the hundredth time. Lord, what is the right way? What do men like? Why doesn't this sort of thing come naturally to a girl, like skipping?

She needn't have worried. Sam was knocking on heaven's door. Before Sandy had time to react, he changed from being a motionless corpse with a stiff cock to a twitching mass of uncontrollable spasms. In alarm, she momentarily loosened her hold.

"Don't stop!" Sam cried out, in his agony forgetting the magic word.

Luckily for him, Sandy obliged, even without a 'please'. She continued to pump his cock, trying to remember what Sally had done at this point. Was it slow now? Or should she be speeding up? Should she move her hand to the base of his cock, or the top? Never mind, whatever she did, Sam came and continued to come - all over her hand, which was yukky but kind of exciting at the same time, and over his belly and his boxers. She tried not to think of washing, but a tiny thought slipped in before she had time to crush it.

"Oh God," moaned Sam, as the last drops escaped his twitching cock. That was it - he couldn't think of anything else to say. He could hardly tell his wife that was the best hand job he'd ever had - which was the truth, because the couple he'd had at college had been pretty perfunctory. She might think he'd had hundreds.

Sandy didn't need any praise. She'd made Sam come - with her hand - the first time ever. And in front of two other people. She was a slut, a terrible awful slut, and she was really proud of herself.

Meanwhile - did you think I'd forgotten Sally? - knowing exactly what his wife liked, Max had pulled aside Sally's thong and was now sucking her clit directly. Sandy was reminded of how she'd felt when Sally had kissed and sucked her own clit. Oh Lord, she was getting that feeling again, the feeling that made her want to rush home and get out her vibrator. Stop it, she said desperately to herself, please stop. She squeezed her legs together in the vain hope the feeling would go away. 

Breathing in short sharp gasps, Sally looked directly at her as Max's tongue expertly teased away. "He's sucking my clit, Sandy. Doesn't that remind you of something?"

Poor Sandy turned bright pink and hoped her husband wouldn't think too hard about the possible answers to Sally's question. Luckily Sam was far too busy gaping at Sally's pussy, pink and wet and swollen under his best friend's tongue. Hell, what he wouldn't give to be doing that, even though he'd just had a really good orgasm. Look at the way she was shoving her pussy into his face. Wow, that was hot.

Liking nothing more than to perform in front of an audience - she'd once almost been in a movie, but that's another story - Sally even turned sideways a little to give Sandy and Sam a better view.

"That's it, lover, suck my clit, make me come all over you," she urged Max, but all the while looking at Sandy, so it seemed to Sandy like Sally wanted her to be doing it. She turned even pinker, but she didn't stop looking. She wanted to see Sally come, she wanted to see what that looked like. More than anything, she wanted to imagine Max's mouth on her own clit and to feel what Sally was feeling.

"Oh yes, lover, that's it!" cried Sally, her body beginning to jerk uncontrollably and her legs to shake. "I'm coming! You're making me come! Suck me harder! Don't stop!" And so on. All of which Max had heard hundreds of times before, but which still turned him on like hell.

Not to mention their audience. Sandy watched as her best friend ground her naked pussy into Max's mouth, flinging her head back in helpless ecstasy. She suddenly realised she was squeezing her legs together in time and moving back and forth on the couch. She quickly stopped, hoping Sam hadn't noticed. He hadn't, of course. He was too busy thinking this was the first time he'd ever watched another woman have an orgasm. A real orgasm, not a fake one like those silicon-titted porn actresses have. Wow, he said to himself, I mean, wow.

"Oh fuck," continued Sally, who liked to be vocal when she was coming, "oh jesus, yes, I'm coming!" All the while, pressing herself convulsively against Max's mouth. "Oh Jesus, that is so good."

Finally her body calmed and her knees began to buckle - because, as we all know, standing on a couch while having an orgasm can be a strain on the legs. Reluctantly she eased herself away from her husband's glistening lips, bent her face to his and gave him a long grateful kiss. "Thank you, lover. You are the best cunt sucker in the world."

Poor Sandy didn't know what to be more shocked at: Sally using the c word or kissing lips that were covered in her own juices. Then she remembered the latter was something she herself had done, so decided using the c word was worse.




Sandy and Sam and Sally and Max



"Jesus, I'm fucked," said Sally, flopping onto the couch between Sandy and Max. "Now, what about you?" she smiled sexily at Sandy. "You haven't had your turn."

Most of a bottle of Montepulciano notwithstanding, it was enough to sober Sandy instantly. She stood up. "I think it's time we went home."

Lying in bed two hours later unable to sleep and with Sam deep in the land of Nod beside her, Sandy wondered whether she hadn't been perhaps a little hasty. Would it have been so terrible to have an orgasm in front of everyone? After all, everyone else had, even Sam. But then, how would she have achieved it? From Sam? He'd never done anything like it before. What if it hadn't worked? What if he hadn't been able to make her come? That would have been too embarrassing - for both of them. From Sally, then? Oh yes, that would have been wonderful - and exciting and very naughty. But what would Sam have thought seeing her being sucked off by a woman? He'd have probably thought he'd married a lesbian and walk out on her and that would be terrible. Which just goes to show how little Sandy knew about men.

No, what she would really have liked would have been for Max to have sucked her pussy. Oh yes, to have his mouth on her clit just like it had been on Sally's. Oh Lord, just the thought was making her hot. She really wanted her vibrator. She really needed to come, or she'd never get to sleep. 

But wasn't that awful, she asked herself, to want to masturbate to thoughts of another woman's husband? It would be tantamount to being unfaithful. I can't do that to Sam, I just can't.

Of course, what was actually stopping her from slipping out of bed, getting her vibrator from her knicker drawer and going downstairs to pleasure herself on the couch was the remote chance Sam would wake up and discover her. Despite what they'd done and what they'd watched being done that evening, not a word had passed between them about it. They'd both been too shy. That's why Sandy was still lying awake at 3am, desperate for an orgasm but unable to do anything about it.

Sally, in contrast, was sleeping the sleep of the satisfied - as you might expect. True, she'd been a little miffed when Sandy and Sam had left so abruptly. That hadn't been the way the plan was supposed to go - which just shows what a fairly shit plan it had been in the first place. But Sally didn't mind the odd setback. If anything, it made her even more determined to corrupt poor Sandy. Before she'd drifted off in the crook of Max's arm, she said to herself, I just have to be firmer with her, that's what works with Sandy. She needs to be told what to do. And to be kept off the Montepulciano.

Chapter 4: Fourth Quarter

The next day - even before she had a chance to open her knicker drawer - Sandy received some bad news. Her mother was sick. She'd have to go and visit her. This was no small deal, because she lived an hour and a half's plane ride away.

In the end she stayed the best part of three months, because her mother turned out to be more sick than everyone had thought. There's no reason for you to feel sad about this, because Sandy's mother was a tough old girl and by the end of two months she was already up and about again. Even so, Sandy decided to stay a while longer, just to make sure she was really OK - and to give me an excuse to keep her away from Sally for a few weeks. 

Of course, while she was away she talked on the phone to Sam almost every evening, because they loved each other and they really liked talking to each other about the little things they'd thought and done each day. Naturally, they didn't once mention that evening at Sally and Max's. As far as each of them was concerned, they wanted the other to think it was as if it had never happened. Which is the same as saying that they thought about it a lot. Sam thought about Sally's pussy and about how he wanted to kiss it like he'd seen Max do and make her come that way again. He also thought a lot about Sandy jacking him off, but his feelings were a bit confused on that score. He worried that somehow he might have made her do it do him and that made him feel guilty. On the other hand he had really liked it. And she had seemed to like it too. It made him think that underneath her shy prim exterior, his wife might be a wild uninhibited sex goddess, if only he could somehow unleash her. 

In that - if only he'd known, the poor guy - he wasn't so far from the truth. Because as far as that evening went, Sandy thought about everything - in intimate detail. About her making Sam come, about Sally making Max come and about Max making Sally come. And every time she thought about it, she wished - oh how she wished - she hadn't left her vibrator behind in her knicker drawer. Then she tried hard to think about something else - about vacuuming, or about her mother being sick, or about the novel she happened to be reading. What with one thing and another, then, it wasn't a very relaxing break for Sandy. So when her mother finally kicked her out and told her to go back to her husband, she leapt at the offer of a flight a day earlier than the one she'd booked. She tried not to think too hard about why, now the time had come, she was rushing back so eagerly.

Just before take-off she called Sam on his cell to ask him if he'd pick her up at the airport. While it was ringing, terrible but exciting thoughts entered her head: maybe she could take his cock out while he was driving and jack him off. Oh Lord. Or maybe she'd lift her skirt and make him finger her pussy through her knickers. Then a woman's voice answered, which put all such thoughts out of her head.

"Hi Sandy."

"Who's that?"

"Sally. You don't recognise your best friend?"

"What are you doing answering Sam's phone?"

"Surprising you with some flowers for when you get back. Sam left his phone here so when I saw it was you I answered it. He's over with Max watching football."

"Oh no!" Memories came flooding back, and Sandy wasn't sure if they were good or bad memories.

"No," laughed Sally, "they really are watching football. You think I'd be here if they weren't?"

Sandy wasn't sure what the answer was to that, so said nothing.

"Where are you?" asked Sally.

"That's why I'm calling. I've got on an earlier flight. Can you ask Sam to come and pick me up?"

"Oh, leave him to his football. I'll come. What time does your flight get in?"

So it wasn't long before Sally and Sandy were sitting in Sandy's kitchen having a glass of wine, while their husbands were watching football in Sally's tv room. Only this time the men really were watching football because the season had begun.

"Just like old times," smiled Sally, clinking Sandy's glass. "I've missed you."

Sandy thought hard about what to say to that, because to her it was a big deal. She took a big swig of wine and looked her friend straight in the eye.

"I've missed you too."

To Sally it looked as if Sandy was about to burst into tears, so being the good friend she was, she immediately got up and put her arms round Sandy and gave her a big hug and a kiss on both cheeks.

"I've thought about you a lot," she said, really meaning it, because it was true.

"Me too," said Sandy, feeling like the most forward woman on the face of the earth. "About everything," she added, just in case Sally wasn't getting the message.

Sally took Sandy's face in both hands and planted her lips full on her's. Poor Sandy just melted. Up to that moment she hadn't realised how much she had missed Sally, but now she did. Actually what she had missed was any real physical love and affection, not necessarily from Sally, but Sally certainly knew how to give it, so that was good enough for Sandy. Allowing herself to enjoy it, she let Sally's mouth press against her own, savouring the sweet taste of her lips, opening her mouth to let Sally's tongue explore.

"Wow," said Sally, surprised to find herself the one to break away. "Were you saving that up?"

"Probably," admitted Sandy with a smile. "I forgot to pack my vibrator."

"That sounds a lot like an invitation," said Sally. "Do you want to go upstairs, or shall we do it here on the kitchen table?"

"I don't care," said Sandy. "I want you to undress me."

"Oh no," laughed Sally, not unkindly. "I've given birth to a monster."

Then deeply wicked thoughts occurred to her. 

"Stay here. Don't move. I'll be back in five minutes."

She headed for the door.

"And don't finish the bottle."

Sandy did exactly as she'd been told. She didn't move. She felt she was poised on the edge of an abyss. It was only a metaphor for hell, of course, which she knew full well, but that didn't make her feel much better, because she believed in that kind of thing. On the other hand, she also liked being kissed in the way Sally kissed her and she wanted to feel the kind of pleasure she'd felt when Sally had sucked and teased her clit and she didn't see why she shouldn't. If God designed us so we can feel pleasure, why should we deny it to ourselves, went her line of reasoning. Oh I am surely damned, she said to herself, and was just on the point of getting up and locking the door, when Sally came through it with a carrier bag in her hand.

"Now you get your wish," she said,placing the carrier on the table.

"What wish?" asked Sandy.

"You wanted me to undress you."

"Oh no," said Sandy nervously. "Perhaps I should unpack and get to bed..."

"Stop it," ordered Sally. "Come here. Nothing terrible is going to happen to you."

Sandy wasn't so sure about that, but she did as she was told because, as we all know by now, she was that kind of girl. She stood meekly in front of Sally.

Sally leant forward and kissed her, which was sufficiently distracting for her not to notice that Sally was also undoing the buttons of her blouse. It was only when she felt Sally's hands slipping the blouse off her shoulders and down her arms that she realised she really was being undressed. Even then she didn't move. She felt almost like a child - an aroused, excited, guilty, woman-child.

Sally put her arms around her waist. Sandy thought it might be so that Sally could pull her into a passionate embrace, so she readied her mouth for another kiss. Instead she felt a sudden release as Sally unzipped her skirt and slid it swiftly over her hips and let it fall to the floor. 

"Stockings and a suspender belt," exclaimed Sally, raising her eyebrows. "Were you planning a surprise for Sam?"

Sandy couldn't answer, because that's exactly what she had been planning. She was even more hopeless at planning than Sally was.

"Well, they're a bit plain," said Sally, not wishing to sound unkind, "but the intention is right. Let's have them off." With expert hands she unclasped the stockings and rolled them down Sandy's smooth shapely legs before Sandy could think of a reason to object. Dutifully she even stepped out of her shoes so Sally could slip them off entirely.

"The bra must go too."

She put her arms round Sandy, this time taking the opportunity to give her a long passionate kiss on her all too willing mouth. 

"You've no idea how many times I've thought of doing this," she smiled, deftly unhooking Sandy's bra and letting her perfectly rounded breasts hang free. "And this," she added, sucking each nipple into her mouth in turn and giving it a little tender nip with her teeth.

Sandy drew in a sharp breath with each one. "Don't, please," she whispered, while her body involuntarily thrust her breasts further into Sally's mouth.

"OK," agreed Sally, leaving Sandy's breasts only so that she could slip her hands into the waist band of Sandy's knickers. "Now you get your wish."

"Oh no," cried Sandy, as she felt Sally pushing her knickers over her hips and down her legs. She made a feeble attempt to squeeze her legs together, but she was too slow. Her knickers were at her feet and Sally's face was on a level with her naked pussy.

"Ah, heaven," sighed Sally and pulled Sandy's hips towards her so she could place her lips just above Sandy's pussy.

Without thinking, Sandy eased her legs a little apart, just enough for Sally to slip the tip of her tongue between Sandy's pussy lips and tease them apart for a moment. Naked except for a suspender belt, Sandy closed her eyes and decided to give herself up to her fate.

Sally stepped back and gazed at her friend admiringly. Really she was just too beautiful. Or too innocent. Or both. Something had to be done.

"Right," she said, putting on the kind of voice she used down the construction office. "This is what we're going to do." She turned out the contents of the carrier on the kitchen table, revealing garishly coloured silks and cottons, items of clothing whose function Sandy couldn't immediately fathom. "Neither Sam nor Max know you're home yet, so we're going to give them a surprise."

"What kind of surprise?"

"We're going to put on a show for them. With luck it'll be the kind of show they'll never want to watch football or porno or any other kind of tv again. They'll only ever want to watch us."

"Oh Lord," breathed Sandy, beginning to get the drift, her heart pounding. "You mean you want us to do it in front of them?"

"Not if you don't want to," Sally reassured her. "We'll just dress up in sexy outfits and put on a sexy dance for them." Like hell we will, she said to herself.

"As long as that's all we do," said Sandy, trying to sound firm.

"Of course it will be," said Sally, picking up what looked to Sandy like a corset. "It'll just be a bit of fun."

In Max's tv room the match was deep in the fourth quarter and the result was as predictable as CSI getting their man. Even Max and Sam were getting bored. 

"Shall I put in a porno?" asked Max, "or do you want another beer?"

"I should be getting back," said Sam, who actually fancied both, but thought he should try and be a bit better behaved seeing as Sandy was coming home tomorrow. Also he had a vague idea that if he jacked off tonight, he might not be too energetic tomorrow, when he hoped that he and Sandy might get it on and, who knows, he might pluck up the courage to ask her if she'd like him to suck her clit, or she might jack him off like she'd done that night...

Before he had time to finish the full range of ever more remote possibilities, the door opened and in walked Sally.

"Hello boys."

Closely followed by Sandy.

"Hello boys," she echoed, in a nervous imitation of Sally's sexy growl.

"Honey," exclaimed Sam, pleased as all hell to see his wife and getting up to give her a big hug.

"Sit down, lover boy," commanded Sally, pushing him back down on the couch with a surprisingly strong hand on his chest.

"What's going on?" he asked Max - as if he would know.

"I don't know, man," he grinned, "but maybe we should just relax. I have a feeling we're in for a bumpy ride."

Sally and Sandy were both clad in rainwear, Sandy a sensible three-quarter length affair with proper rain protection, which she often wore to go shopping when storms threatened, Sally a thin yellow plastic thing with a hood, which barely came to below her bottom. Underneath, both were wearing black stockings and high heels, but the coats hid the rest.

"Is it raining out there?" quipped Max.

"Oh, this is just something for us to take off," smiled Sally. "But only when you've switched on some slow sexy music for us to do it to."

"I know just the thing," said Max, snapping off the football with the remote and switching on the sound system, almost as if he'd already set it up. (He hadn't, but he always liked to be prepared.) Immediately the room was filled with a slow sensual beat, loud enough to be heard but soft enough not to be distracting. With the tv off, even the light in the room dimmed to the right level, because the men had been too lazy to switch on the main lights. Sally and Sandy found themselves flatteringly bathed in the soft light from a 40watt table lamp. This was fine by Sandy, who would have preferred to do what she was about to do in complete darkness.

Swaying her hips in time to the beat, Sally sauntered over to Sandy and started undoing the buckle of the raincoat.

"Oh yeah," said Max, getting into the swing of things.

Sam wasn't sure whether to be encouraging or not, so decided to wait and see what happened. Then he'd decide.

Slowly undoing the raincoat buttons one by one, Sally swayed in front of Sandy, letting her face move closer and closer. Sandy knew they were going to kiss, because that's what they'd agreed in Sandy's kitchen, but now the moment was approaching she wasn't so sure. 

Sensing Sandy's sudden attack of nerves, Sally grabbed the raincoat by the lapels, pulled Sally to her and gave her a full kiss on the mouth, probably a bit more fiercely than she'd intended, but then, they hadn't had time to rehearse.

"Oh, more of that, please," said Max.

Sam didn't say anything - though his mouth did open, which I suppose was a start.

Still with their mouths fastened together, Sally pushed the raincoat over Sandy's shoulders, flinging it with abandon into a corner, where it almost knocked over a pot plant. Freed from Sally's grip, Sandy finally broke away.

Max let out a loud appreciative whistle. No wonder. Sandy was wearing a kind of lacy corset affair, all frills and ribbons and so tight in the waist she'd had to persuade Sally to let out the laces so she could breathe. Cut low across the top but with plenty of stiffened uplift, it had the effect of making her firm rounded breasts even more firm and rounded. "I could stand a beer on them," she'd complained to Sally. "Well, don't suggest it to the boys," Sally had answered, "or they'll want to try." Luckily her nipples were hidden behind an edging of frilly lace, or she'd have refused to wear it at all. It ended just below her waist, where another edging of frilly lace nicely set off the start of her hips, round which Sally had chosen a flared skirt that came to a few inches above the knee. Quite modest, really, considering.

"Hey Sam," said Max, "no offence, but your wife has one hell of a figure."

"None taken," said Sam, who had finally found his voice. Actually he was kind of flattered. Hell, yes, his wife did have a fantastic figure.

It had pretty much the same effect on Sandy. I mean, everyone likes to be told they look good. Feeling pretty pleased with herself and glad to be rid of that stupid old raincoat, she started swaying her hips to the music, moving round Sally in what she hoped was a sexy way. She sensed every eye was on her, even Sally's. It made her feel attractive and sensual, feelings she didn't often have about herself.

"Oh yes, I like that," enthused Max. "Come on, Sam, give her a bit of encouragement."

Poor Sam was completely tongue-tied. He'd never seen his wife looking anything like this; she was a different woman. "You look lovely," was the only thing he could think of saying, so after about a minute of thinking about it, he said it.

"Why thank you, sir," said Sandy with a coquettish smile. She danced over to him, bent down and gave him a quick sloppy kiss on the mouth, then swayed back over to Sally. Beginning to feel stupid in the yellow kagoul - which had seemed a good idea at the time - Sally gave Sandy a meaningful look. My turn, the look meant, which Sandy understood instantly.

Playfully she slowly unzipped the yellow plastic as Sally swayed sexily in front of her. She even allowed Sally to kiss her while she was doing it. As soon as she slipped it off Sally's bare shoulders, Max let out another loud whistle. Even Sam couldn't suppress an "Oh wow!"

Sally was clad in nothing but stockings, suspender belt, bra and thong - but even that implies she was covered more than she seemed to be. The suspender belt was aptly named, being nothing more than a tape round her waist with ribbons attached to her stocking tops; her bra was really only half a bra, serving merely to push her breasts up and closer together, the nipples fully visible to all who cared to look - and everybody did care to. Her thong was the merest piece of lace, large enough only to cover her pussy, which since it was made of lace, it did very inadequately.




Sandy and Sam and Sally and Max



"You can't go over there in that!" Sandy had declared back in her kitchen, secretly wishing she had the courage to wear something similar.

"Just you watch me," Sally had answered.

Now she stood swaying sexily to the music, wantonly flaunting her breasts at Sam as he sat with his mouth hanging open and - he suddenly realised with embarrassment - a stiff cock bursting to get out of his jeans.

"Someone's pleased to see me," Sally smiled, turning her back on him, then lowering herself between his outstretched legs and swinging her as good as dammit bare ass over his lap so that it just brushed the tip of his erection.

"Jesus," he muttered under his breath.

"You don't mind, do you, honey?" Sally asked her husband.

"You go right ahead," said Max, who was nothing if not generous with his wife's affections. Right then he only had eyes for Sandy. Seemingly lost in the rhythm of the music, she was swaying with a bit more abandon than before, even twirling round a few times, because she liked the way her skirt flared out almost flat round her waist. What she'd forgotten was that she wasn't wearing any knickers, because Sally had persuaded her she'd feel more sexy that way. "No one's going to know, are they?" she'd added as a final clincher, knowing that the secrecy would appeal to Sandy.

By then, of course, Max certainly knew. Every time Sandy twirled and the skirt flared out, he could see her pussy plain as day.

"Oh, that is surely something," he said appreciatively. Which Sandy took as a nice compliment and gave him another few twirls. He laid his hand on the bulge in his jeans and gave it a few friendly strokes.

Sally came swaying up to Sandy and whispered in her ear. "Look at those lovely big cocks. Let's see if we can't get them to grow some more."

"Oh God," said Sandy nervously. "I don't know."

"Just kiss me," ordered Sally.

So Sandy kissed her. At least it stopped her thinking about what she should and shouldn't be doing. That and the fact that she liked kissing Sally. And doing it in front of Sam and Max - well, that was an extra thrill. Even she could see what effect it was having on them. Those bulges in their jeans weren't corn cobs. She wasn't completely innocent.

Even Sam was beginning to enjoy himself. He'd decided that what Sally and Sandy were doing was some game they'd cooked up between themselves. It would probably turn out to be nothing more than a big tease and they'd end up having some beers and a good laugh - but meanwhile, hell, it certainly was a turn-on watching his sexily-clad wife kissing a beautiful woman who was practically naked. Just look at the way Sally was crushing her breasts against Sandy's and rubbing her pussy against her. Sandy was pressing back too. She was really into it. His wife and another woman. That was hot. If it wasn't for the skirt Sandy was wearing they'd be practically having vertical sex. Oh wow.

Then, even as he watched - he wasn't sure how it happened - Sandy's skirt was in Sally's hand and unwrapping from Sandy's hips. With a final tug it was off and Sally had thrown it into the corner. Oh Jesus, Sandy had nothing on below her waist except stockings and those heels. Her ass was naked. Her pussy must be too. He could swear his cock was growing another inch.

Of course he couldn't see Sandy's pussy, because she was desperately keeping it pressed against Sally's. Oh Lord. No way was she moving now. How had Sally gotten her skirt off? How had she been persuaded into this madness?

"How do you like having your pussy pressed aginst mine?" Sally whispered in her ear. "Keep moving. It's driving me wild."

"I can't believe you got me into this," whimpered Sandy, almost beside herself with terror, but also trembling with a kind of excitement she'd never felt before.

Sally rested her middle finger on Sandy's lips. "Suck it," she ordered. 

"What for?" mumbled Sandy.

"Just do it."

Dutifully Sandy sucked the digit into her mouth.

"Make it good and wet."

Sandy wrapped her tongue around Sally's finger. Even though it was only a finger, it felt weirdly erotic, and when Sally slowly slipped it out she found herself hungrily trying to suck it back in.

"Now kiss me," commanded Sally, closing her mouth over Sandy's.

Sandy began to feel a little weak at the knees. She really wasn't used to wearing high heels. That and Sally's kissing were enough of a distraction that she didn't notice Sally's hand moving down between their bodies until the finger she had so enthusiastically lubricated insinuated itself between her pussy lips. She tore her mouth away. "Don't," she whispered breathlessly. 

Sally ignored her, gently pressing her finger deeper. Sandy tried to wriggle herself free, but a) she was worried by so doing she would expose her naked pussy to Max and Sam, and b) Sally had her in a really tight grip round her waist. Sally could be really strong when she wanted to be.

"You naughty girl," Sally said with a wicked smile, "you're all wet."

"Please don't," Sandy pleaded, almost in tears, knowing only too well how true Sally's words were. Not only that, but Sally's finger was undoubtedly making her pussy even more wet. How could she be so ashamed yet so turned on at the same time? What was happening to her?

Sally knew exactly what was happening to her. Despite Sandy's pleas, her hips were thrusting eagerly at Sally's finger; even her legs were opening a little to give it easier access. Sally obliged by slipping it deeper, even entering her a little way, then withdrawing slowly a few times. Sandy moaned incoherently into Sally's shoulder where she was hiding her scarlet face from the two men. Sally could feel her weakening under the onslaught, her body no longer pressed so fiercely against her tormentor. Sally took the opportunity to ease Sandy away from her - only a little, but it was enough to relieve the pressure on her hand, which was almost crushed between their two pubic mounds. More importantly, it was also enough to give the men their first view of Sandy's naked pussy.

Oh wow, thought Sam, my wife is being finger-fucked by Sally. Right in front of me. And she's enjoying it. That is so hot.

Of course, it wasn't strictly true that Sandy was enjoying it. The naughty part of her was, the part she'd until now been pretty good at suppressing. But the other part of her was almost dying with shame and embarrassment. It was the naughty part that didn't want Sally to stop and didn't care that she was having her pussy played with in front of an audience, but it was the embarrassed part that kept her eyes closed and her head buried in Sally's shoulder - if I can't see them, she told herself pathetically, then they can't see me.

Sally turned her head to see what effect their little entertainment was having on the men. "Like what you see, boys?"

Which was about as rhetorical a question as you can get, given that the bulges in Sam's and Max's jeans were threatening to split the seams.

"You two," said Max, "are better than any porn dvd."

"Yeah," said Sam, who wasn't sure what else he should say. He'd never been in these kind of circumstances before.

"Doesn't she have a lovely pussy?" smiled Sally, using a second finger to tease Sandy's pussy lips apart a little.

"Don't, please," groaned Sandy into Sally's shoulder, keeping her eyes tight shut, all too aware that she was the centre of attention.

"Don't you like me playing with your pussy?" asked Sally, putting on a look of deep disappointment.

Poor Sandy couldn't think of a good answer, because she'd been brought up not to lie. What she really wanted, of course, was for Sally to keep playing with her pussy until she came, because she'd already gone beyond the point where she could have asked Sally to stop. But she couldn't let it happen in front of Sam and Max. She just couldn't.

"Oh, poor Sandy," said Sally, with what someone who didn't know her would have interpreted as a tone of sympathy, "I should stop teasing you." She took her hand away - much to Sandy's frustration and relief, if such a combination is possible - and gave Sandy a kiss. "Come on, we've teetered around on these high heels long enough."

She took the flushed Sandy by the hand and led her to the couch, where they sat between the two men. Sandy was too busy not looking at them to notice that Sally had engineered it so she was sandwiched between her and Max. She had also forgotten that her pussy was naked, or she might not have sat down at all, certainly not where her neighbour's husband had the closest view. She pressed her stocking-clad legs together and put her hands in her lap.

"Don't be shy," scolded Sally. "We're here to put on a show, remember?"

"You said we were only going to dance and do some kissing," Sandy accused her. "You didn't say we'd be going this far."

"Look at the state of these poor boys," said Sally, casually stroking Sam's erect cock through the denim. "We can't stop now. It'd be unhealthy."

"Amen to that," said Max, unable to tear his eyes away from Sandy's nipples peeping out above the lacy fringe of her corset. Was it his imagination or were they hardening and swelling under his gaze?

It wasn't his imagination. Sandy was only too conscious of what he was staring at and had quite forgotten how visible they were now she was sitting down. What's more, the effect of squeezing her legs together was making her more aroused, not less. Why was her body so disobedient? Why couldn't she get it to behave?

"I think Sandy misses my finger, honey," Sally said to her husband with a suggestive smile, aware of the heat coming off Sandy's agitated body. "Why don't you help her out?"

"No!" cried Sandy in terror. She would have got up if it hadn't been for Sally and Max firmly holding her arms.

"You don't mind, do you, Sam?" Sally asked, ignoring Sandy's cry and giving Sam's swollen cock some firmer strokes.

All Sam could do was shake his head. He couldn't trust himself to speak right at that moment, in case he shouted for Sally to please take his cock out and not stop what she was doing, ever.

"Oh Sam," wailed his wife. Well, if he wasn't prepared to defend her, maybe she should just give herself up to Max and let him have his way with her. And would that be so terrible, the naughty part of her said to the other part. Why don't you just relax and enjoy the ride?

"Just relax and enjoy the ride," said Sally gently, uncannily reading her mind. "Open your legs. Let Max see how beautiful you are."

No, she couldn't give in that easily. She couldn't just expose her pussy to all and sundry.

"Oh dear, honey," sighed Sally, "I think you're going to have to use the straps."

"I think you're right," agreed Max.

Sam's cock gave a little leap - insofar as it was able in its state of extreme confinement. Max had told him once how Sally liked to be tied up on occasion, so he'd fitted some straps to the couch for convenience. It all sounded very exciting and sexy to Sam, though of course he would never in a million years have suggested anything like it to Sandy. Now it was going to happen anyway, right beside him.

In not much more time than it takes to read this sentence, Sandy's neighbours had strapped her wrists so her arms were extended over her head to the back of the couch and strapped her ankles to two of the front feet of the couch. Gently but firmly Sally and Max shortened the straps, giving Sandy no choice but to let her legs part.

"Don't," she pleaded. "Please. Sam, stop them. Help me."

But Sam didn't move. True, he felt guilty for not doing so, but if it meant taking his hand away from Sally's pussy, which is where Sally had just put it, then it wasn't going to happen. Besides he had a pretty good idea no actual harm was going to come to his wife; Max had described what effect being tied up had on Sally and it sounded pretty hot. He just kind of shrugged helplessly.

"Oh Sam," wailed Sandy, but not very loudly. Though her legs were now wide apart, she too suspected that Sally and Max weren't going to do her any harm. It was just that she felt so confused and so embarrassed. Here she was with her legs spread, a lacy corset pushing her breasts into the air, stockings and high heels, and her pussy absolutely exposed - what must she look like?

"You look beautiful," said Sally, again showing that uncanny ability to read her mind. "Doesn't she, boys?"

"Oh yeah," said Max, with a look of such sincerity that Sandy actually felt flattered.

"You do, darling," said her husband, who had finally found his voice, even while his fingers were busily exploring the contours of Sally's pussy through her lacy thong. "You look fantastic."

"I think Sandy needs some comforting," said Sally to Max with a wicked smile. "The kind Sam's giving me. You don't mind, do you, Sam?"

For a brief moment Sandy hoped he would mind, but almost immediately she hoped he wouldn't. Lying spreadeagled like that, with her pussy so open and exposed and the object of so much attention and admiration, she certainly needed something. Oh Lord, what was she thinking?

Sam, of course, said nothing. So Max went right ahead and started gently stroking the inside of Sandy's stocking-clad thigh.

"Oh no," Sandy breathed. Even a relatively innocent touch like that sent tremors through her.

"Shush," smiled Max, "just enjoy."

As she watched, his fingers moved above her stocking tops and traced gentle strokes on her naked skin. With his other hand, he turned her face towards his and kissed her. It was the first time she'd been kissed like that by another man since she'd been married. It was so different from Sam - and so different from Sally. He smelled different, tasted different. The assault on her senses threatened to overwhelm her. She felt herself falling. She pressed her lips hard against his to give herself something to hang onto. Or at least that was the excuse she conjured up.

Understandably taking that as permission to continue, Max let his fingers touch Sandy's naked pussy. It was like an electric shock.

"No, please."

Ignoring her plea, he gently slipped a finger between her lips. Within a few seconds it was wet with her, slick enough for him to explore the full length of her, even tease her lips apart with another finger.

"Oh God," the helpless girl moaned.

Knowing that now he was securely lodged in Sandy's slick opening and that, tied as she was, she could do nothing to escape him, Max settled to long slow strokes, interspersed with the occasional entry and withdrawal of a finger and squeeze of a swollen lip, enough to bring involuntary moans from his captive. For now, he knew from long experience, he was going to leave Sandy's hungry clit entirely alone. He wasn't that much into power trips, but this was too good an opportunity to pass up. He wanted her begging him for it.

Unknown to him, Sandy was already close to begging - whether for him to stop or for him never to stop, she was in no fit state to decide, so confused and heightened were her emotions. Another man was fingering her pussy and it felt wonderful. What on earth was happening to her? How could she ever look Sam in the face again?

"Your husband seems to be enjoying himself," said Max, displaying the same spooky telepathic skill as his wife.

Sandy looked to her side, where she was shocked to see Sally stretched back on the couch as languidly as a cat, her legs as wide apart as Sandy's, while Sam stroked her pussy through her thong and sucked on an exposed nipple.

"That's right, honey," encouraged Sally, "suck it hard. I just love having my tits sucked. It gets my pussy so wet."

From where Sandy sat, she could see Sally's pussy lips outlined beneath the damp thong, Sam's fingers eagerly slipping between them. It immediately reminded her of when she and Sally had lain together on Sandy's bed and masturbated with the vibrators. Max, she pleaded silently, please don't stop what you're doing.

Catching her eye, Sally winked sultrily at her, as if knowing exactly what she was thinking.

"Take it off, Sam," she commanded. "I'm feeling overdressed."

She raised her hips while Sam dutifully slipped the strip of lace down her stockinged legs.

"That's better," she sighed, stretching her legs even wider apart. "Now kiss me."

Sam went to kiss her on the mouth.

"Not there," ordered Sally. "I want you to kiss my pussy - while Sandy watches."

Jesus, thought Sam, Sandy. In the heat of everything he'd kind of forgotten about his wife. Not entirely, of course, but, well, the last time he'd looked she'd seemed to be enjoying herself, so...

"You want to watch, don't you, Sandy?" asked Sally.

Sandy didn't want to admit she did out loud, so she just gave a little nod of the head.

"Sorry," teased Sally, "didn't hear you."

"Yes," murmured Sandy. Max slipped two fingers deeper into her hole. "Oh, yes," she moaned.

"Yes what?"

Oh God, he was fucking her with his fingers. She was so turned on she could hardly speak. "I want to watch Sam kiss your pussy."

"Please," grinned Sally.

"Please."

"There you go, Sam. Your slut of a wife wants to watch you suck another woman's pussy. All your fantasies are coming true tonight."

Amazed at his wife's encouragement, Sam knelt between Sally's outstretched legs and bent his head to her glistening swollen pussy. He placed his lips on it as if he were kissing a mouth.

"Woah, slow down. Tongue first. Gently."

Sam had never been down on a woman before, not even his wife, so the only education he'd received was from Max's porn DVDs. But, hey, he was keen to learn. He put the tip of his tongue between Sally's lips and moved it up and down, side to side.

"That's better," sighed Sally, raising her hips in time. "Long and slow, long and slow." 

Sandy wasn't so sure what she felt about seeing Sam sucking Sally's pussy. Was she jealous? No, she was surprised that she wasn't. Was she shocked? A little, but not as much as she'd expected to be. But then, the whole evening had so far been a rapid sequence of being forced over barriers. Now here she was, tied up and spreadeagled, her neighbour finger-fucking her pussy while she watched her husband sucking off her best friend. And she was moaning with pleasure and didn't want any of it to stop. What had happened to her?

Then, while Max had his fingers deep inside her, his thumb found her little erect clit.

"Aah!"

"Like that?" asked Max needlessly.

"Oh God, yes."

"Would you like me to suck your pussy like your husband is doing to my wife?" He teased her clit again with his thumb to help her make up her mind.

"Anything. Just don't stop."

Overhearing, Sally said, "Oh Sandy, you are such a dirty slut."

Sandy blushed scarlet. She was shocked to be called that, but also weirdly flattered. Yes, she was a slut. It made her feel a kind of triumph, as if she'd crossed yet another barrier. Yes, she was a slut. She wanted Max to suck her pussy in front of Sally and Sam. She wanted it more than anything.

Max was already on his knees between her outstretched legs. "You have the most beautiful cunt, Sandy. You mustn't hide it away."

Sandy blushed to her roots again, but was very happy to be called beautiful, especially a part of her she'd always thought of as a bit ugly. And he wants to kiss it, she thought excitedly, tensing her body in anticipation.

Max was almost as much of an expert at cunnilingus as his wife, so he was very teasing at first, bringing his mouth close to Sandy's swollen lips, but not touching them, just allowing his warm breath to caress them. It drove Sandy mad. They were already in such a state of arousal thanks to his fingers, even that was enough to cause the girl to moan out loud and thrust her hips convulsively towards him.

"Please," she murmured desperately.

"Please what?"

"Please kiss me."