0 comments/ 14720 views/ 1 favorites Thursday Dinner By: Humpdee84 It had been over a week since Stew and Sherry had their evening of sexual abandon with Stephanie and Rich. They had talked about it several times. Neither seemed one hundred percent sure if they wanted to do it again, regardless of how amazing it had been. "I don't know," said Stew, "Seeing you with Rich was hot, but, I don't know. I feel like I should be jealous. I feel like if we do something like that again you'll get bored with me." "I've been having the same worries. I can't see myself ever getting bored with you, I adore you and you make me feel so incredibly special..." "Which you are." "Well, what I'm saying is, we have amazing sex, just us. What we did with them, damn, the next morning I kind of felt dirty when I dwelled on it, but... I'm just confused. Is that normal? I mean... Hell honestly I don't even know what I mean." Confessed Sherry as the two of them sat eating. Sherry was having dinner, Stew was having breakfast. He was working that night, his third night on and hadn't gotten enough sleep this day. The construction in front of their apartment building was getting very annoying, especially for someone who worked nights. White noise was the best he could do to drown out the jackhammers and the damn back up horns on the trucks. "Sweetie, I'm just cranky. I can't have too honest of a conversation right now. But I feel just as confused as you are. Day after tomorrow I'm off, you're off. How about we give Steph and Rich a call and get together for dinner. Invite them here. Maybe if we actually see them again, we can get our feelings sorted out." "That's not really a bad idea, I guess," added Sherry as she picked up the dishes and put them in the sink. "Sheesh, you're going to have to clean this place up when you get home in the morning." "I have a detail, you know, Doh-re-mi. Once I get home I'll be exhausted," responded Stew with a yawn. "True. How about we make it joint effort on Thursday? I'll get some of it started when I get home tomorrow night and you finish up when you get home Thursday. While you nap, I'll tie up any loose ends." "Deal." Later on, Stew got dressed for work and off he went to keep the future of America safe and sound while they studied, drank and made asses of themselves. Working for a college PD had some interesting moments and Stew had experienced his share. About 3 a.m. Stew got a call for a lock out in one of the dorms. The RA wasn't answering the phone (typical) and the security guard had locked HIS keys in the office so Stew had to come to the rescue for two people, though he made his mind up that he'd help out the guard and the guard could help the kid; until he saw the kid. The kid was standing there, swaying with the wind. "Great, his shitfaced." Thought Stew as he walked up. When he called out, the kid turned and Stew saw that his nose was essentially all over his face and blood was pouring all over him. Stew had intended to by-pass the kid and go to the help out the guard telling the kid help was on the way, but this kid was a mess. "What the hell happened to you?" Asked Stew. "I thin I gut inna fight, or I feh down or... Hey, who are you to ask me that? Fuck you." Said the kid who, regardless of why this happened, it was definitely well beyond Stew's medical skills so he called for an ambulance because there was no way this kid was getting in his cruiser, not with all that blood. He told the kid to stay put and he was going to get the medical kit. As he turned, he heard the kid run off. Stew turned just in time to see the kid heading down the pathway. He didn't get far. His condition caused him to lose his footing and he did a mid air summersault and landed on his back, groaning in agony. Stew calmly walked over and shining his flashlight on the kid asked, "So, do you want some help or not?" The kid just groaned. Stew asked for his ID and the kid said, "Izina my wallet, but iz mine so fuck off." Stew told the kid he needed it so he'd know who the kid was. The kid was still lying on the ground in pain but he was being very uncooperative. Stew rolled him to the side and took out his wallet, with that the kid started using every obscenity known to man and calling Stew a thief. The security guard had finally managed to make his way over and just stood there watching as the kid began to flail around and trying to reach Stew who by now has stood up and retrieved his ID. By now Eddie had shown up as he could hear the kid in the background when Stew requested the ambulance. The dispatcher had sent him, but he had already been on his way. Stew explained what he had and Eddie looked over the kid. "I've had him before. He's a real asshole. Gets drunk, starts fights and then loses them. He doesn't look so bad this time." The ambulance rolled up, lights ablaze. Stew walked over, explained the whole situation and handed the kid's ID over to the firefighter/EMT. The EMT went over to assess the kid while his partner pulled out the gurney, saying, "I can't help but think this kid won't go peacefully." He was right. As they stood the kid up to sit him on the cot, the kid tried to pull away then kicked Stew right in the crotch. Stew doubled over, let out a yell that nearly cracked the nearby windows and hit the ground. As all this was going on, some moron in the small that was forming to watch the show yelled out, "Hey leave that kid alone. You have no right to treat him that way!" Eddie could see the camera phones all being aimed in the direction of the little event, calmly walked over and said to the big mouth, "I guess you feel strongly enough about your cause to go to jail?" The kid had a very arrogant look on his face when he replied, "JAIL? Bullshit, for what?" "Inciting a riot, disorderly conduct, interfering with a police officer, interfering with a firefighter and whatever else comes to mind." "You don't have that right or the balls," replied the kid who stood there, arms crossed defiantly. He was defiant right up until the second that Eddie removed his cuffs from their holster. Then the kid said, "Ok, but this is going on YouTube." And he ran off. Stew in the meantime was just groaning. The firefighters had managed to get the kid onto the cot and had to use restraints. "I'm guessing this kid is now under arrest?" Inquired the firefighter. "No, we'll summons him. We can't tie up the whole shift because now, this poor man must also visit an emergency room." And Eddie called for a second ambulance. Placing him under arrest then would mean someone would have to stay with him in the emergency room and since it was only Eddie, Stew and Sgt. O'Meara working and Stew going off to the hospital, that would essentially leave no one on campus and God only knew if they could get someone to come in at this hour for some overtime. The kid did something very bad, kicking a cop, but they certainly knew where and how to find him. A summons would work. The second ambulance arrived and it was from Bay State EMS, the local private company. The truck rolled up and the two EMTs jumped out and walked over asking where the patient was and Eddie said, "Oh he's here. Ironballs needs some assistance." Eddie had gotten an ice pack from the medical kit that Stew had been carrying and when Stew said, "I'll be fine, call off the ambulance," Eddie had just given him a stern "Harrrumph" and made it clear that things could be damaged that he didn't know about. Stew reluctantly agreed. As they walked up, the woman EMT's eyes lit up, "STEW?" Stew looked up through the pain and, knowing the voice more than anything groaned, "Steph? That you?" They got the cot and put Stew on it. Sgt. O'Meara had come by and gotten Stew's duty belt so the hospital wouldn't have to deal with it. As he lay there, Steph asked, "So, how did THIS happen?" Her partner asked if she wanted to drive or ride in back since she knew the patient. She opted for in back. "I grabbed some OT again. Got bills, ya dig? So, what in the hell? I hope the other guy looks worse." Said Steph, partially sympathetic and partially holding back a chuckle. Stew caught that and said, "Thanks, thanks lots." The pain was subsiding a bit, but it was still there. "Can't let anything happen to those balls, Stew, they're far too valuable." She did her assessment, took his vital signs and off they went to the hospital with Stew relating just what had happened and Steph saying he should be more careful. "Sherry's gonna freak." She added. Steph got Stew a new icepack and gently placed it on his crotch. "Maybe I should open these pants up and give them a look." Smirked Stephanie as she held the icepack in place. "Normally I might encourage that, but not right now. I have a feeling they're blue...blue and black, balls." Then he added, "funny we see each other like this (then he grunted, and repeated, 'like this') since Sherry and I were just talking about having you guys over for dinner, maybe Thursday if you're available. "I have no idea what's going on beyond tomorrow, but I can give you a call. I do believe I have your home number. Thinking of a rematch?" "Well, we just figure it might be nice to get together and visit and talk." "Oh, I see. You guys having any regrets? I hope not, I understand that can happen and I would hope we could still be friends." "Of course, sheesh, we want to discuss our last visit, but we don't want to not be friends." "Did you guys have an issue with what happened?" "We're not sure, we just..." Steph's partner called from the front, "We're here, last stop on the St. Mark's express!" They brought Stew in and Steph said as they handed him over to the ER staff, transferring him to one of the hospital's gurney's, "You call me, OK? We'll make time on Thursday." Stew just nodded. Steph's partner explained what they had, handed over a copy of Stew's vitals and off they went. Once Stew was released from the hospital, Sgt. O'Meara, who had gone straight to the hospital after securing Stew's weapon, drove him back and helped him fill out his injury forms telling him that if he didn't take at least the time recommended by the doctors and maybe a few more, he was out of his mind. Stew agreed keeping in the back of his mind that he could get more cleaning done for Thursday. When he got home, just after 6, Sherry was about ready to head out the door. "You're early. What's up and why in the fuck do you have a hospital bracelet on?" Stew told her the whole story and she hugged him tightly but as she hugged him, she began to giggle a bit picturing the whole scene. "I'm sorry hon, I really am, but that MUST have been comical, I mean aside from the pain you were in. Did you lock the kid up?" "No summonsing him in, the little shit. If they don't throw him out, the kid's fifth incident, three with us and two with Student Housing, if they don't throw him out, I'LL throw him out...a window!" "No, you won't." "No, I won't, but I'd like to. I'm still a little sore, what a kick that kid had." "Well, I've got to go. Remember, you're have to call Rich and Steph about Thursday," said Sherry as she headed for the door. "Oh, no I don't. Steph was the EMT that got me to the hospital. She took care of my balls...AGAIN!" Sherry laughed at that, yelled 'bye' and off she went to work. Stew just rested for the day. No clean up for a bit. He felt he was being overly dramatic. It was ONLY a kick in the balls, but the doctor was right, even though it didn't seem like much, there could be lasting side effects. He was told to play it safe for a day or two, pay attention to any swelling or continued pain and if that happened, visit his own doctor. "Great, life is just a bowl of cherries, and I got kicked in them." That evening he called Steph and Rich's house. Rich answered. "Hey, how's the nutsack?" "Oh, isn't that nice, Steph told you," Stew said with a moan. "It's fine. There's been no swelling and my nausea has passed. I'm just keeping some ice on it for the rest of the night. The doctor gave me two days off and snuck in another one after my regular days off. I couldn't be happier. I've been needing some time off. Going into work has almost been like, well, a kick in the nuts!" Rich laughed at that one, admiring that Stew could be so upbeat about his injury. Rich had been kicked in the nuts only once and it was one of the worst experiences in his life. "So, Steph said you guys want to get together for dinner and that you wanted to...wanted to talk. Everything OK?" Rich asked. "Fine. No really, everything is fine. We just have to talk about everything and, well, do we want to do that again. You guys said you've done that before, we haven't and as much fun as we had, we're still wrestling with the whole concept." Rich said he understood and that was normal. They agreed to hold off on the conversation until they were all together, set a time and that was that. Thursday at 7p.m., giving Steph a little time to get home from work, shower and change. Perfect. Thursday came and Rich and Steph were driving over the Leary household. They were just a tad apprehensive. Would this be awkward? That was the impression Rich got and Steph said she sensed that as well. When they arrived, Stew greeted them at the door, took their jackets and offered them a drink. "We brought some wine. We weren't sure what we'd be having so we brought a selection," proclaimed Steph as Rich carried in a case of assorted wines. Stew laughed and said he hated wine and only losers drank wine. Rich stood for a second not knowing how to react then Steph said, "Is this like the time in the coffee shop when you were so damned rude and it didn't work?" "Didn't work again, sorry," said Stew apologetically. That broke the ice and the three laughed at that. Steph then asked about Stew's injury and he assured her, he was A.O.K. and even the tenderness had gone away to which Steph said, "That's VERY good to hear." Sherry had just been finishing getting ready in the bedroom and came out to greet her guests. Stew had been doing the cooking and announced that they would be having a roast beef dinner but starting with a salad and Italian Wedding soup. "Oh, I'm sorry, but I'm a vegetarian, I can't eat that. It's morally wrong, sorry," stated Rich in a very serious tone. For two seconds Stew and Sherry just looked at each other until Stew's memory kicked in and he said, "When we went out to eat you had lamb and for an appetizer you had calamari. I only remember because as I sat eating my dinner I thought how good that lamb looked." "My humor can fall flat, too sometimes, and didn't YOU have a glass of Merlot that night?" Everyone was at ease. They sat munching on cheese and crackers while Sherry opened one of the 12 bottles brought by the Danners. "Twelve bottles is a little much. You spent a ridiculous amount but thank you for thinking of...wait, are you trying to get us drunk?" asked Sherry as she poured the Zinfandel. Considering the 'talk' Stew had mentioned, Steph and Rich felt just a little awkward at that question and hoped she was just kidding around, both denying any ulterior motives. Rich proposed a toast, "To our lovely hosts and this friendship we have developed with them. May we be friends for the rest of our lives!" He was not just being truthful, but making a clear statement that, no matter how the 'talk' went, he seriously did like them both and wanted a friendship, extras or not. Stew and Sherry both understood, but kept mum on the subject. They ate dinner and the public servants all shared some fun war stories. Steph and Rich talked about the kids and Sherry said that she really wanted kids and even though Stew was a bit older than her, she had a feeling that even after the injury, he could provide her with at least one. Dinner was magnificent and it was capped off with a hot fudge pudding cake with ice cream and the third bottle of wine, this one a Pinot Noir. "Variety is the spice of life," stated Steph. They retired to the living room and Stew picked up a bit encouraging Sherry to sit and relax. When he joined them Rich said, "Ok, you wanted to talk. Now is as good a time as any." Sherry started after a pause filled the air for about 10 seconds. She sighed and said, "Well, neither of us had ever done that before. I never even saw a girl naked, never mind did what I did with you, Steph. I mean, does this mean I'm bisexual? Also, I very much love Stew, he's been the best thing that ever happened to me and I am terrified that I'll lose interest in him if I'm with other guys, or even just one." She glanced over at Rich. "We're just coming to terms with everything." It was Stew's turn, "I've had 3 girlfriends in my life. Two were short term relationships, one I was engaged to but that fell through. I was a virgin until I was almost 20 and Sherry has been the love of MY life. I don't think I could ever become bored with her or lose interest." This caused Sherry to see the potential slam in what she had said. Stew went on, "I'm afraid that if we did this much I'd become jealous and ruin things for everyone involved." "Were you jealous the other night?" asked Steph. "A tad, but it didn't last, I was just so getting off on everything that the idea left my head. But what if we're with someone that satisfies Sherry much better than I seem to, and Rich, to be honest, you're GOOD!" "Thanks. I try, but there was no doubt for either Steph or I that Sherry wanted to finish with you. That's huge." Rich then went on to relate their first threesome in the hot tub and the subsequent gangbang and how, it seemed to bring them closer together. "I know it sounds weird and I admit there are those who say that but deep down, there is resentment, but we truly treat this as just a very fun physical activity that we love to share. With the exception of one little encounter Steph had with a girlfriend of hers; we've done it together every time." "Have you been with many girls?" asked Sherry. "Three. My first was this girl Sandy..." "Her last name wouldn't be MAY? Would it?" interjected Sherry referring to her colleague at the PD. "No, why?" "Not important," said Sherry, "please, go on." "Anyway, then we had a very interesting New Year's Eve party where I had some fun with a girl, and then you. Am I bi-sexual? You know, if I've been with three different girls and very much enjoyed myself and look forward to more, I guess I am." Finished Steph. "But I still like dick. Dick first and foremost." "Am I expected to do a guy? I mean, you're a good looking guy and all Rich, but I'm more of an outlet guy than a plug guy." Added Stew. "Hell no. I won't do a guy. Well, my motto is, 'don't knock it, till you've tried it', I'm just not intending to try it. I will be very honest, I am not saying it could be a blast and who knows what could happen in the future, but no, you have no worries from me...and I like your analogy." Replied Rich. "Sounds like you have given it some thought," said Sherry. "Since we started this adventure, there's nothing that I haven't deliberated on. I just know what I'm comfortable with and what I'm not comfortable with, but we all know that people can change. I'm just realistic to know I could change. NOT that I'm implying you'll change, Stew, not at all. Very few guys, from what I understand, do. VERY small percentage." Stew mulled that one over and grimaced. "Yeah, I think I'll be in the majority, thanks." He gulped his wine and started to wonder if Rich would ever make a play for his junk. "I'm not interested in you." Declared Rich, seeing the look on Stew's face. Stew sighed, laughed and gulped what was left in his glass. Steph then added, "I've been married to this guy for a long time now, he's not interested, trust me." Sherry then just had to add, "I bet watching them go at it would be HOT!" Thursday Dinner Stew simply gave Sherry a look, then smiled, and then laughed like hell. She was kidding (he hoped) and he had almost fallen for it. "Any more questions guys?" asked Steph. "We've got all night, well until later since we both have to work in the morning, but we do have some time." "OK, so, you've said you've been with more than just one other couple? How many people at one time? Asked Sherry. "Well, New Years, there was nine of us total. That's the most people we've been with. Otherwise it was just me and guys with Rich being one of them." "Any guy ever grab your stuff?" Stew asked. "No, no guy has ever grabbed my stuff, relax will ya?" replied Rich. "Stew, let it go, you're bumming me out now." Said Sherry. "Go one Steph, did you have more?" "No, not really. It's not like we've been at this forever or have had loads of sexual encounters, it's really only been about a dozen, some better than others. You guys were definitely on the BETTER side and I'm not just saying that." Sherry got the Chardonnay next, saying as she poured, "Should we be mixing red and white wine?" No one protested and Stew said, "The students do it all the time." Rich asked, "And how does that work out?" "Maybe we shouldn't. OP, TOO LATE," and Steph slugged back a mouthful. The talk continued for a bit with Rich adding, "This is Frank Discussion part 2!" Sherry, feeling a tad tipsy asked in all earnestness, "Who's Frank Di Scussion?" The laughter caused her to see her goof and she joined in. Then she stood up and without saying a work, slipped off her shirt and bra. She sat back down and took another sip of wine as if she hadn't done anything out of the ordinary. There was a brief moment of silence. Steph then stood up and said, "When in Rome..." And did the same thing, also just sitting down after. The boys now felt it was their turn but the girls stopped them. "No, you just wait and see." Said Sherry who was now acting as the director. She looked at Steph and said, "Do you watch porno movies?" Steph, having no idea where Sherry was going with this said, "Yeah, sometimes they can be fun, but I like acting them out more." "Tell me something, have you ever worn shoes in bed?" asked Sherry. "Hell no, that's fucking dangerous, Rich could lose an eye." "Ever spit on anyone?" came Sherry's next question. "No, I find that repulsive and demeaning. Saliva is a wonderful thing and a lovely lubricant, but SPITTING? Oh Puh-leeze!" And turning to Rich and Stew asked, "When did that become a thing? All of a sudden people are spitting all over each other. THAT is why I'm not that big into porn, too damn much spitting and shoes and those bizarre positions are just, I mean I can be adventurous, shit I think I've proven that, eh Rich? But upside down? No, not me. Too many good positions without having to invent something potentially painful." "I like what I'm hearing. So, ever once been on a pool table? Ever done it outside? Ever fucked in one of your ambulances or a police car?" Sherry was having a ball with this little interrogation. "No pool table, but the felt does look inviting. Outside a few times when Rich and I were dating and once with an old boyfriend. We were at the beach and he banged me in the surf. We had been friends for a few years and had never done it. That night, WHAMMO! We dated for three months after that and he left me saying I was a loose woman. Funny thing was, he was only my third boyfriend and I hadn't lost my virginity to my first. He ended up with some girl who took on the college football team, I mean the WHOLE TEAM, even one kid that had come out as gay! I'm sorry, I got off track." Steph collected her thoughts and added, "Never at work...so far and of course not in a police car...in OR on." "BIG dicks, little dicks or medium?" "Anything more than 9 inches might kill me. I'm not really into TOO big. I don't want to feel like I'm being skewered. Little, eh, if a guy knows how to use it, sure. Of course I prefer medium, my hubby here is a lovely medium and I would say Stew there is a lovely medium as well." "Last question, ever do anal?" "I'd consider it. Rich loves to slide his fingers in my ass when we do it doggie style and it feels wonderful, but I'm not sure a cock would work for me." Then she added, "So, what about you? How would you answer those questions. I think I know the answers to the ones about spitting and shoes and positions, but what about you, what would you NEVER do and what do you like?" The boys were sitting silently, fully stimulated by this conversation but not wanting to incur the Wrath of Sherry. "Ok, no human waste. Never. Disgusting even thinking about it. Never in a plane, though I gave a boyfriend a hand job once while flying to Minnesota in college. Long story. Police car?" and she looked over at Stew and they both grinned broadly, "Yes. Never an ambulance or other emergency vehicle. I like medium dicks as well, but had a guy once who was almost a full foot long, got most of him in. It did hurt a bit and I don't think I'd like something that big in me again. That's why I love Stew!" Stew got a hurt look on his face but she patted his hand and assured him, he was perfect. Sherry continued, "Outside, a few times. The boyfriend I gave the hand job to, we did it in his backyard every other weekend one spring and summer. I kind of found it funny with his dog watching, although by the 9th time, the dog no longer seemed to care. One time was very funny though, he was doing me doggy style, the kid, not the dog, and the dog tried to hump HIM! We couldn't finish that day, we were, sorry I was laughing to hard. He was humiliated." Steph asked, "Ever been with a black man?" "The guy on the plane. Very sexy guy, magnificent cock, big without being gi-normous. He could cum buckets, made clean up very messy and very hard to keep hidden, but we did it. I would hate to have been the person who picked up that blanket afterwards." Sherry laughed hysterically at that one. "We fucked once or twice but he wasn't all that interested in me? What about you?" "Not yet." Steph looked over at Rich and said, "That nice teller at the bank, Ron, I'd do him if given the chance. Oh my does that man have a body." As they talked and the men simply listened, Sherry started rubbing her breasts. She never broke stride in the conversation, just very matter-of-factly rubbed them as she talked and listened. She'd pinch her nipples now and then but as a rule, just rubbed. "Do you guys, sorry, that hadn't been the last question, do you guys have any couple friends, or any friends for that matter you DON'T have sex with?" "Yeah, lots." Assured Steph, "We don't fuck EVERYONE. There are some couples not interested, and we just know that; some we just aren't attracted to and some who are relatives. We aren't TOTAL sex maniacs, just mostly." Steph chuckled at that one. Sherry rubbed a bit more and squeezed her thighs together, rubbing them back and forth, just a bit squirming a bit. "Sherry, do you want to get something started?" asked Stew? "Cause if you do, I think we'd be happy to join you." Sherry said, "No, I just want you three to watch me. Do what you want when I'm done, but keep your hands all to yourselves. In other words, if you want to get yourselves off, that's fine, but you will not touch each other. I am going to be the center of attention." With that she stood and slipped off her pants and underwear. She stood before them and rubbed her body all over. Then she sat back down on the edge of the sofa, next to Stew. She put one leg on the back of the sofa and kept the other on the floor exposing herself to her audience and slid her fingers over her breasts, over her belly and down between her legs, spreading her outer lips and exposing her inner labia. One finger slipped inside and the middle finger of her other hand began to make slow circles around her clitoris. She stared intently at Stew, Steph and Rich as she did this. Sherry had a very serious look on her face as she continued. Rich was the first to break, he stood and lowered his pants revealing his erection. Next came Stew who though he had seen Sherry please herself before, found this time to be amazingly sexy. Steph was feeling a desire to touch Sherry but heeded Sherry's words and respected her commands. She rubbed herself a bit through her jeans, but didn't take them off. Sherry's hands held her open, wide open, her pinkness getting plenty of fresh air as her thumbs brushed the clit. Sherry continued to just watch her companions, Rich and Stew were pumping themselves yet neither wanted to get off fearing it would ruin the potentials for the night, and yet they were nearly powerless. Sherry, sensing this became the commander in chief again and said to both of them, "You will continue that. I want to watch you both cum. Cum on my legs, one on each thigh. Steph found this very interesting and could not hold off, she removed her jeans. She didn't have panties on. Sherry looked over at Steph and said, "Rub yourself over my face, I want to watch you up close." Steph did just as she was told. At this point, Sherry was close, but wanted to be last. She ordered the guys to pump faster and play with their own balls and to squat when they were ready to climax so as to get every drop on her legs, "Right here, right here," she spat motioning to her upper thighs right at the hip. Stew was first. He grunted, groaned and let out a muffled, "hhhhhhhmmmmmmmmmmm" as his semen fell upon her, just where she wanted it. She averted her gaze from Steph's dripping pussy to her husband as he came. Then she looked back up until she heard Rich, ready to burst which he did in a very similar fashion to Stewart. Rich squatted enough to rub his balls on Sherry's leg as he came. Now Sherry's full attention was back on Stephanie who, getting a little extra thrill from watching the men, began to rub just a little quicker and inserted a finger into herself. Sherry was completely mesmerized by the sights and sounds of Steph's masturbatory actions and she began to get very close, bucking her hips, unable to remove her eyes from Steph's hands and pussy. Steph for her part was watching Sherry and thinking how much she wanted to lick her box, taste her while she came, but Sherry had made things pretty clear and gave no indication she wanted to change now. They guys had sat back down, spent, and just watched their women finish this little game that Sherry had devised. Sherry's hands tightened on her crotch and with one finger inserted, she rubbed with her palm for all she was worth, Steph, trying very hard to hold her balance did the same and both came like a freight train, both moaning loudly as they did. Rich jumped up to grab Steph as she almost toppled over, her juices dripping onto Sherry's tits, those oh so lovely tits that Rich had nearly fallen in love with that had been jiggling around like jello in an earthquake. He held Steph close and lowered her to the couch kissing her neck as he did. Stew got up, bent over Sherry and kissed her. He could smell Steph on Sherry and Sherry whispered for him to run his fingers through the moistness and let her lick them. He did and began to get hard again, but just a bit. He was truly spent. Sherry got up, got some paper towels, a cork screw and another bottle of wine, a Riesling. When she came back, she seemed perfectly perky. She handed out the paper towels, kept some for herself and wiped off her pelvis, opened the wine, poured it and then sat down. "So, I enjoyed that. I hope you all did, too." She said. "What exactly was that?" Asked Stew sipping the wine and finding it very tasty. "Impulse. I can't explain it any other way. Anyone have any complaints? I just suddenly felt the need to be the center of attention." Sherry added, grinning. "I've never masturbated in front of anyone but Stewart here and, well, I was horny. To be honest, I'm done. DON'T leave, but I cannot perform again tonight, just to be clear." And she sipped her wine grinning. Rich, Steph and Stew just looked back and forth silently until Steph said, "I have to be honest, that was pretty cool. Thank you Sherry; and I'm taking a wild guess you have no more reservations?" Rich and Stew agreed even though both would have liked a little more contact with the ladies." "There will be other nights," asserted Sherry, "Oh, you can count on that. You two have opened up a whole new world and reassured me that good things can happen without bad things happening. Any concerns Stew and I had, you've done away with them." Then looking at Stew asked, "Would you agree?" Stew just nodded. The way Sherry took control tonight, a forcefulness he had never seen in her before, he felt it best that, any reservations he might still had, were to be kept to himself. Rich and Steph stayed for about an hour and a half more. By now it was approaching mid-night and they realized that the baby sitter had to get home. "Baby sitter? Sounds like a plot in a porn movie." Said Stew, leering purposely in a perverted way. "Well, who knows, some day," said Steph, "I think Rich has considered doing a seventy year old woman, so, we'll wait and see." They all stood to dress, except Sherry who was in no mood to bother. Steph walked over and bent down by Stew's crotch and taking his balls gently in her hand said, "They look good. You're taking care of them, right?" "Of course, Between the love I give them and the extra care Sherry brings, I am JUST fine," replied Stew. After they had dressed, Rich shook Stew's hand and gave Sherry a peck on the cheek. Stew shook Rich's hand and gave Steph a quick kiss. Steph leaned in and gave Sherry a very deep passionate kiss and embraced her. When she broke the kiss and stepped back, she said, "I'm not sure I've ever enjoyed pleasing myself so much. You're very cool." They insisted Stew and Sherry keep the last of the wine and headed out the door. When they got in the car Rich said, "So, want to do Mrs. Biddeford when we get home?" Steph said, "Even if she's awake, I'm not sure she'd be interested. Though Mr. Biddeford has been dead a while, she might need some loving." They laughed and went home. Stew and Sherry finished cleaning up the mess. Stew took hold of Sherry's shoulders and asked, "So, where did THAT come from? I've never seen you like that, so, in charge. You've bossed me around a bit and been a little dominant in bed now and then, but WOW that was something else." "I have no idea, like I said before, it was all impulse. I just had an urge and I ran with it." She kissed him and finished putting the dishes in the sink. Feeling a bit messy, Stew suggested a shower. "No, I think I'll go to bed smelling just like this, if you don't mind." Stew just wanted to make sure all the jizz was gone from her thighs but otherwise, he was fine with it. Just before he rolled over to go to sleep, Stew asked, "Do you think they WILL do the babysitter?" "Shut up Stew, I'm too tired to imagine it right now." They both slept very well that night.