"REIGNITED"

Reignited

By Donna M.

(Note: I wrote this a few years back but didn't publish it. Eventually it expanded and morphed into my Kamilla Murphy book "So Much In Common." I decided to dust off the original, and here it is. Enjoy!)

Sarah and I have been neighbors and friends for a long time. You’ll often find one of us having coffee in the other’s kitchen, especially now that her kids were off to college and both of us were working fewer hours. It’s not always about coffee; with free time we work out at a women-only gym and I must say it’s showing on both of us. She told me that her husband has noticing the change, and their love life has reignited. I wish I could say the same about mine.

“You mean that Bill hasn’t said anything?” she hollered out from the shower, as if she were reading my mind.

“He doesn’t seem to notice…hasn’t said a word, though I bet if I looked as great as you do he would.”

“Oh Shirley, I don’t look any better than you do,” she said though she blushed deeply under my gaze.

“You look firmer than ever”—motioning toward her breasts—“and you shaved too. No wonder Mark is horny again.”

She was considerate enough not to question my husband’s lack of apparent interest in me, so I let the subject drop. Mirroring what she said about her husband, Mark, I had to admit that her great shape was doing something to me too. The reaction surely is an indicator of how neglected I’ve been lately, getting aroused by the body of my best friend.

Everything changed for us on a subsequent day in late May, the first hot-weather day of the year. We were sunbathing in lounge chairs by Sarah’s pool when she suggested we go topless. Sounded like a good idea to me; we’d done this regularly in the past, her pool was fenced in and nobody could see us.

“We better put some sunscreen on or we’ll die from burned nipples,” she said before giggling like a schoolgirl, a behavior that raised my eyebrows. I asked if she could do mine. Her hands swept over my breasts as my nipples stiffened appreciably.

When I moaned she looked at me with a puzzled expression. I said, “I’m sorry. That’s what happens, I guess, when they haven’t been touched like that in ages.”

“You and Bill still aren’t getting it on?”

“No. Nothing. He’s not interested at all. When I try to initiate something there’s always an excuse. His back, his hip, and so on. Those things don’t seem to hinder his golf game though.”

She clucked her tongue and shook her head. “Maybe it’s time for an affair.”

I gasped, “Never!”

“That’s what I thought once.”

“You’ve cheated on Mark?”

Sarah sighed and then said, “Yes, quite a few years ago. Mark was more married to the business than he was to me. I felt like half a woman. One day I got all dolled up for a lunch date in the city with Mark, but he hardly paid any attention to me and we barely spoke. When we finished lunch he went back to the office and I went into the restaurant’s bar. While I nursed my second martini a man sat next to me at the bar and wanted to know how much I charged. I looked at him and said ‘excuse me’ but that was the end of my umbrage at his misconception. He was a tall, gorgeous looking dude with curly, dark hair and eyes to fall into and never come out. I told him that though I wasn’t a hooker, I took his inquiry as a compliment. He was sincerely apologetic and offered to buy me another drink. I figured what the hell and chatted with him for the longest time while drinking that third martini. Ten years my junior, he was single and in the city for a seminar. He sheepishly admitted that he was in need of temporary womanly company, and apologized again for his mistake. That’s when I told him that I could be his womanly company.”

“You didn’t!” I said, shocked to hear something about my friend I never expected.

“Oh yeah! Maybe the best fucking afternoon I ever had,” she said. Her wistful expression was unmistakable. “He had a hotel room across the street. When I asked him about the seminar, he said ‘fuck the seminar’ and I answered with ‘fuck me instead.’ And God, that’s what he did! Oh, the virility of youth! He had three pops in him, can you believe that? Lord, I lost track of how many times I came!”

I wasn’t one for porn, but hearing her talk about her tryst was the hottest erotica, and I felt the tingle. Based on her nipples and her breathing, she must be reliving that day as well as talking about it. I said, “I better put some sunscreen on you before you burn those gorgeous nipples.”

All it took was one pass of my coated palm and it was her turn to moan, louder than I had. My hands spread sunscreen over her exposed torso until she breathlessly said, “Now that I’m shaved, how about we take off our bottoms for an all-over tan? I’d like one.” She didn’t wait for an answer, and slipped her bikini bottom down and off. I followed suit, though I wasn’t shaved bare like she was. I wondered what that would feel like.

We both noticed at the same time. Sarah’s pussy and inner thighs were wet—and so were mine!

“Did you ever see that guy again?” I asked.

“We made arrangements every time he was in town, but it didn’t last, and never really could. What was he getting out of it except an easy lay with an older woman? I’m sure he did better.”

Unlike just being topless, our full nudity was like the elephant in the room—how could it be ignored? Especially after all the sex talk. I snuck glances at her and a few times caught her looking at me. When we heard the truck pull up and stop, Sarah bolted upright and said, “I bet that’s the guy that cleans the pool. We better go inside.” We grabbed our bikinis and ran into the house.

He hadn’t seen us, and by his nonchalance I wondered if he thought no one was home. Before he went to work he pulled off his shirt, dropped his shorts, and dove into the pool. I’d already put my bottoms back on, but Sarah’s were stopped at knee level as she looked out the window at the pool boy climbing up the ladder and out of the pool.

“Look at him!” she said. “He’s hung, and look at those abs!” Whether consciously or not, she began rubbing herself and since I was behind her, I saw every stroke of her fingertips. If the sight of this guy made her masturbate right in front of me, I had to see what he looked like.

“Oh God” was my comment. Standing beside Sarah at the window, my fingers found their way under the waistband of my bikini bottoms. If we weren’t both lost in our own world, the idea of us masturbating side by side like we were would’ve been comical.

When Sarah realized I was next to her she whispered, “You should go out there and fuck the guy. I bet he’d take care of your frustrations.”

I didn’t respond except to shake my head. You see, I came to realize that my arousal (oh yes, I was dripping!) wasn’t from watching Sarah’s pool cleaner but from watching Sarah. Her body undulated as her fingers began to work a faster pace. She was making small noises which grew in volume as she approached what I assumed would be her orgasm. Just as when she told me about her pick-up lover, I was aroused by watching her. Sarah knew it too. I could tell by the way she looked at me. I fell back to the sofa and continued to finger myself. She moved away from the window to hover above me, her fingers working furiously.

She gasped, “I’m…turning…you…on?”

I gasped in return, “Oh…yes…you…are!”

She yelled “Jesus Christ, I’m cumming!”

I wasn’t aware of any divine intervention. My eyes were riveted first on her wet and pulsating labia, then up to her rapturous face, her mouth agape. I began to convulse so strongly that pussy juice squirted out of me and all over my fingers. I did my own screaming.

She dropped to the sofa beside me. She took my wet fingers and placed them into her mouth, sucking lightly, before removing them and saying, “You must be really fucking horny if watching me got you to cum like that.” She licked her lips for emphasis. I was still too hot to answer. Sarah stared at me for a while, silent as well, before reaching down and slipping my bikini bottoms back off my trembling legs. Now she stared at my vulva, its curly hair glistening wet from all my expelled juices. “We should go shower,” she said, taking me by the hand and leading me docilely to her bathroom.

Waiting for the hot water, she asked me if I’d like to be shaved like her. I meekly acquiesced. Oblivious to the wasting water, she used scissors to cut most of my pubic hair down to the nub before she took some shaving cream and slowly shaved the stubble away. When she was finished she made a comment about my labia being “pretty” and then she gasped. “Your clit just sort of popped out like a little pink prairie dog!”

“Prairie dog?” I muttered dumbly, though I knew how keenly aroused I was by her touch, with no doubt that my clit responded accordingly.

Obviously mesmerized by my prominent clitoris, she ignored the running shower water and went down on me, lovingly suckling on my pink pearl. I crooned, “Oh Dor, that feels too good…for…words.”

She stopped long enough to look up into my eyes and say, “Then don’t talk. Just cum.”

It didn’t take long for me to fulfill her request. I cried out, “Yes—yes—yes—” as I arched my back and let the sweetest of contractions wash through me. When I could focus again I looked down at Sarah and saw how wet her face was, especially her chin.

“Maybe we should shower before all the hot water is gone,” she said with a wet-lipped smile.

Under the water spray, I grabbed her, kissed her, and when I felt her melt into me I slid a finger into her. I felt for her g-spot and knew immediately when I found it. It didn’t take long for her to cum either.

After toweling off, she said, “It was easy to see how horny you were today, but I guess I was horny too.” She dropped her towel and hugged me. “Is this your first time?”

“Yes,” I answered, knowing what she meant.

Like our nudity meant nothing, we went to the kitchen and brewed some coffee before retreating back to the front room and the sofa where it all began. The pool guy was gone. She told me about the women she’d slept with while in her twenties. “I never considered myself a lesbian or bisexual. I just did what felt good. But you’ve never been with another woman. Wow!” Then she asked me the question I knew she was dying to ask, “Have you wanted to do this for a long time?”

“I never thought about it consciously, I guess, but who knows if it’s something that’s always been in my subconscious but never acted upon.”

Sarah chuckled and then said, “Then I’m glad it was today, because I’ve had those thoughts about you for a long time but didn’t want to try anything for fear it would kill our friendship.”

I lifted my coffee cup and said, “We should have something stronger to use for a toast, but coffee will do.” I raised my cup higher. “To a new phase of our friendship!”

She answered with “To that amazing clit of yours!”

We laughed. Then we were at each other again. Like wild women we kissed passionately and then sixty-nined each other to loud and wet climaxes. In her bedroom, she pulled a powerful vibrator from a bureau drawer and we took turns using it on ourselves and each other. More loud orgasms followed. Spent, and time for me to go home, Sarah declared that we had to do this again, and I agreed that ‘this’ was indeed a great way to spend an afternoon.

I had so much pent up horniness that when bedtime arrived, I wore my sexiest nightgown and tried to arouse my husband. To my chagrin, he rebuffed my advances. I ended up masturbating on the toilet while Bill fell asleep. I couldn’t wait to see Sarah again.

“Mark’s home, so we can’t fool around,” Sarah announced the following Saturday morning when I stopped in.

“Who says I want to fool around?”

She laughed. “It’s all over your face.” She asked me if I wanted to do some sunbathing and I said yes. By that time I would have said yes to anything that would allow me to be close to her mostly naked body. She retrieved two bikinis, and I stared at the one she handed me.

“This looks like mostly string. Where did you ever wear it?”

“On a Caribbean cruise once. Mark drooled the whole time I had it on.”

“And now you want him to drool over me?” I asked, not really wanting to be parading in front of her husband in practically nothing.

“He won’t drool today. I fucked his brains out last night and he’s probably too sore to get it up, even if he does see your fabulous body in that suit.”

“Too much information,” I joked as we changed into the bikinis. Comparing Bill to what she tells me about Mark wasn’t easy to accept.

We oiled each other up, trying not to get the other any hotter than we already were. Barely contained by the miniscule pieces of fabric and string, I kept adjusting the top to the point that Sarah laughed and told me to forget it. “Let Mark see you. He’ll be amazed even if Bill isn’t.” As if on cue, Mark walked outside and joined us. No doubt he saw me. In fact, he couldn’t take his eyes off me.

“Where has that body of yours been hiding, Shirl?” he said as he pulled over another lounge chair, perfunctorily asked if he could join us, and stripped off his polo shirt, leaving him only in shorts.

“It’s been here all along. I just can’t hide it in this suit.”

Turning to his wife, he said “Honey, one thing I’ll never forget is the first time you wore that bikini. I got so jealous because all the men were ogling you.”

She said, “I used that to my advantage, didn’t I? I flaunted myself around other men until you were so damned turned on that by nightfall we’d got it on like a dozen times.”

“A dozen may be an exaggeration, but I seem to remember cumming at least three times.”

“A dozen would be about right if we counted my orgasms,” Sarah said, a wistful expression on her face.

“Will you two stop talking about sex,” I chided.

Mark looked at me and said with a grin, “What’s the matter? Bill not taking care of your needs?”

Sarah jumped in, “Keep it in your shorts, big boy. Her needs have been met.”

He looked from his wife, to me, and then back at Sarah. “You two? Holy shit! You’ve been getting it on! Damn, I’d pay good money to watch that.”

I was blushing when I said, “Let’s change the subject, okay?”

Sarah laughed, and then said “Since Shirley’s already mostly naked and my darling husband can’t hide his hard-on, I’m taking off this suit.” Within seconds the top was off and the bottoms were sliding down her legs. “Mark, darling, you’re not going to do anything with my best friend, but then again you night as well let it get some air.”

He looked at me, smiled, shrugged his shoulders, and took off his shorts. I’d long ago concluded that he was well put-together for his age, and now seeing his dick for the first time I thought it was a very, very complimentary appendage. I glanced at Sarah and then Mark again, and imagined the two of them in bed and fucking. I thought about Sarah’s story about her tryst and how hot it had been. Then I thought about our own lovemaking earlier in the week. The shudder that ran through me was unaided by any touch. I opened my eyes without ever realizing I had closed them. Sarah and Mark were staring at me, making me wonder if my little mini-orgasm had not been a silent one.

Sarah said, “You’re making him drool now” when Mark stood and offered to apply sunscreen on me. “I think I better be the one to do that” she said as she kiddingly pushed her husband back into his lounger and walked toward me with the bottle of liquid. I took the sight of her in, almost in slow motion, admiring the movement of every well-defined muscle no woman her age should have and look that good. I mostly admired the look of her bald pubis and labia, appearing moist and tantalizing between her luscious thighs.

The strings of the borrowed bikini were quickly untied and Sarah wasted no time lathering me up, sparing no erogenous zone in the process. “Let’s tease him some more,” she whispered before saying in a louder voice, “Honey, you should see this clit.”

Mark didn’t need any further urging. He came up beside his kneeling wife and watched her spread the sunscreen liquid over my lower body. The sight of them, naked and so close, was almost too much to bear. Both easily saw my distress—as easily as they must have seen my prominent, erect clitoris. He watched as his wife focused her attention on it. As my climax approached like a speeding train, I vividly saw several drops of pre-cum slowly dribble from his rigid cock. All my repressed sexual needs and desires came flooding out of me right along with the fluids expelled by the violent orgasm. Many fantasy images blended together in my mind like a sexual brain tornado. I heard Mark mutter “Oh my God!” but heard little else because of the roaring in my ears.

Through my post-orgasmic haze I heard Mark say to his wife that they should go inside and leave me alone. I vaguely knew they left my side, catching a last view of his bobbing erection and her beautiful ass as they walked hand-in-hand. My hand went to my vulva and though I shouldn’t have been, I was surprised my how wet my crotch was. I called out Sarah’s name, not wanting the feeling to end. My plea was answered by loud groans and whimpers coming from inside the house, wafting through the partially open patio door. On wobbly legs I walked to the door and peered inside.

“Harder, sweet, harder!” she bellowed.

“Yes!” he groaned loudly.

He was doing her doggie style on their sofa, the slap-slap-slap of humping skin echoed through the house along with their exhortations. Enthralled as I’d never been watching porn, my fingers reflexively went to my pussy. I used my middle finger to rub my g-spot as my thumb rubbed my clit.

Sarah screamed she was cumming. A few more frantic thrusts and Mark was cumming too. He need not make a sound for me to know what was happening; the flexing of his ass cheeks and the scrunching of his balls told me everything. My orgasm was silent as well, though no less satisfying than Sarah’s seemed to be. They realized I’d been watching about the same time, turning to me with big grins on their faces. Mark’s grin spoke to more than sexual fulfillment, as he looked me up and down before settling his eyes on my crotch, probably reacting to the copious flow of pussy juice trickling down my legs. My focus was on Sarah’s splayed legs and the pink, swollen, hairless vulva at the center; Mark having moved aside and Sarah falling onto her back. Like a zombie, I went to her. On my knees and without a word I licked one thigh on my way to her sweetness. I was oblivious to the semen dribbling from her as I licked, kissed and sucked on her pleasure zones.

She was moaning anew, calling out my name in a sexy voice that spurred me to greater effort. I heard Mark groan behind me, saying something about me that I couldn’t quite hear since my ears were muffled by Sarah’s quivering thighs wrapped tightly around my head. She was trembling in orgasm when I felt the head of Mark’s cock work its way inside my wet pussy. I hadn’t wanted him, but I didn’t stop him either.

“Oh, Shirl, you…feel…so…good,” Mark murmured as he began to thrust into me at a faster pace. “You’re…hot…too!” My super-aroused mind interpreted him to mean my internal temperature, not any perceived hotness in the looks department, but I couldn’t know for sure.

Sarah now satisfied and away from my tongue, said to her husband, “She is hot, isn’t she. How did we miss it all this time?”

“Oh, sweet Jesus, I’m going to cum big time…can’t hold it any longer,” Mark cried out.

He need not ‘hold it’ for my sake since I was already cumming—again.

I felt several spasms inside me that meshed with my own orgasmic convulsions. My mind was mush, as Sarah took that moment to grab my head, plant her lips on mine and practically choke me with her tongue. I had a vague thought zip by that I was lucky I probably wasn’t as fertile as I might have been when younger. Or was it Bill? There’d be hell to pay if after all these years with my husband, Mark was the one to get me pregnant on the first try.

The three of us sprawled out on the sofa with me in the middle. Almost absently they kept stroking and caressing my body as they discussed how this day would fit into our friendship.

“This is a nice way to spend a Saturday,” Mark said as he tweaked one of my nipples.

“Are you okay with what happened?” Sarah asked as she stroked a thigh, getting her thumb ever so close to my swollen clit.

I agreed with Mark, and told both that I was perfectly okay with what turned into a threesome. “To hell with Bill,” I said, “I’ll visit you guys any time you want me.”

Mark declared he was spent, but Sarah still had plans for me. I wasn’t through with sex that day. We walked hand-in-hand to her bedroom where we had a replay of the fierce sixty-nine action of earlier in the week. It didn’t bother me in the slightest that Mark was watching us from the doorway and stroking himself back to an erection. I licked Sarah’s clit while she sucked on mine as she lay atop me, stopping only long enough to animatedly say “It’s like a little cock!”

That’s when a big cock loomed above me. I backed away enough to let Mark enter his wife’s wet, slippery vagina, and then found myself licking his length as he slowly went in and out of her. Since I got her most of the way there, I wasn’t surprised that she immediately climaxed as soon as he began to thrust with verve. The spurt of orgasmic juice that leaked around the shaft of his cock augmented the sensation of her lips wrapped around my clit and set me off as I craned my neck and screamed quite a bit louder than I thought I would. I didn’t know if it was an accident or on purpose, but after I opened my mouth wide in orgasm Mark’s cock slipped from Sarah’s pussy and right into my gaping mouth. Like he didn’t skip a beat he went right on fucking, although now it was my throat instead of his wife’s vagina. I was trying to get him back where he belonged but I was too late. He spewed into my mouth and all I could think was that thankfully he didn’t have the volume he had earlier, though I choked on it anyway.

“Sorry,” was Mark’s sheepish reply to my coughing spell.

When Sarah realized what had happened she shooed Mark from the room, but instead of more apologies, she said she wanted to “taste us all” and French kissed me again. I never imagined I could ever orgasm so much in one day, however here I was cumming again as she finger fucked my pussy while tongue fucking my semen coated mouth.

When I finally went home, Bill was curious about whether I’d been at Sarah’s the whole time. “Mark didn’t golf today so I wondered if he stayed out of your hair.”

I thought that’s the only place he stayed out of, and tried not to smile at my unspoken bit of humor. I hurried to the shower, speculating on whether the smell of sex I smelled on me was only my imagination.

The next day I told my husband that Sarah and I were going shopping. He’ll never know that the things we shopped for were orgasms. Bill said, “Say hi to Mark if you see him.”

Don’t worry, I thought, I’ll probably do more than see him.