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It Happened One Night (FFM, BI, Husband Sharing)
by Al Steiner (al_steiner@hotmail.com)
***
I walked in the front door about eight-thirty, fully an
hour after my usual coming home time.
Another twelve-hour shift at the hospital that had
turned into a thirteen-hour one thanks to a late flight
call at six-forty-eight. As a pilot on a medical
helicopter I was accustomed to the unpredictable
schedule of calls but I was quite irritated none-the-
less.
It was customary for the oncoming pilot and crew to
relieve the off going a half an hour early, just to
avoid the sort of late-flight I'd just been on. But my
relief that evening, a fat slob of a pilot who should
have been grounded years ago, had not yet been there
when the call came in. So off I'd flown to our city's
rural area to pick up some poor slob that had been
smashed to bits in a car accident.
I hadn't bothered calling my wife to let her know I'd
be late. She was a nurse who used to work on the
helicopter with me, it was in fact where we'd met, and
she knew not to worry if I didn't show up at home on
time. She no longer had the problem of waiting for
relief. A rising star at the hospital, she was now
firmly rooted in the administration. She wore business
suits to work each day instead of scrubs, made ten
thousand a year more than me now, and she was always
home within ten minutes of five-thirty.
Trooping through the hallway from the garage, where I'd
parked my car (a Volvo, what else do people in our
income bracket drive besides mini-vans?), towards the
living room, I stopped at the kid's respective bedrooms
to look in on them. We had two of them, ages four and
six. Laura put them to bed each night promptly at eight
o'clock, whether I was home or not, and tonight was no
exception. I gave them each a kiss, careful not to
awaken them and then continued my trip to the living
room. I was feeling vaguely horny and was hoping that
Laura would be in the mood for a little poke in the
whiskers tonight.
She wasn't always willing on work nights, the stress of
her job tiring her out sometimes, so I had been forced
into the all too common husbandly role of taking it
whenever I could get it. My aspirations slipped down a
few notches as I heard girlish giggles coming from the
living room. She had a guest, a somewhat unusual
occurrence. Laura was a homebody, a Type-A personality
if there ever was one. She wasn't much into girlish
small talk.
Curious, I entered the living room. Laura, wearing her
favorite pair of old sweat pants and a T-shirt was
sitting on the couch, a glass of white wine in her
hand. Her face was flushed in a manner that immediately
told me that she wasn't on her first glass of wine.
Sitting next to her was Sharon, our next door neighbor.
Sharon and Tom had moved into their house the day after
we'd moved into ours, both of us purchasers of brand-
new homes in a brand-new subdivision. Tom was an
accountant of some sort. He was a nice enough guy but
somewhat of a dweeb. We borrowed each other's tools,
discussed each other's landscaping schemes, but that
was about it as far as socialization went. His wife,
Sharon was a petite little woman that probably weighed
about ninety pounds soaking wet. She was attractive
without a doubt and, like most males, I'd even wondered
a time or two what she would be like in bed, but I'd
never had a lot of contact with her. Laura and her had
a relationship similar to Tom's and mine. They talked
about their houses, they borrowed cooking supplies from
each other once in a while and that was about it. Laura
and Tom had no kids and we had two of them; it's
uncanny how much of a barrier that simple difference
represents in the bonding of two couples.
So it is safe to say that I was a little surprised to
see Sharon sitting in my living room drinking wine with
my wife. As far as I knew, such a thing had never
occurred before.
"Hey Baby." Laura haled as she saw me enter the room.
She giggled a little, letting me know that this was
probably not the first bottle of wine that they'd
opened. Laura was not a giggler. "Late flight?"
"Yep." I said, nodding. "Thanks to that idiot Rick." I
turned to Sharon.
"Hi Sharon."
"Hi." She said, blushing, giving me a look that told me
she knew something about me that I probably didn't want
her to know. I wondered what the two of them had been
talking about. Laura was not much of a drinker. Though
very stoic when sober she had a tendency to run her
mouth and reveal embarrassing things when she'd had a
few. Once, at a hospital Christmas party, she'd
revealed to my boss that I'd cheated on several of my
pilot's written exams. "Your wife's been entertaining
me tonight. I hope you don't mind."
"Not at all." I answered politely, casting an eye on
the three-quarters empty Chardonnay bottle.
"Where's Tom?"
"Oh," She pouted. "He went to a stupid basketball game
tonight." She seemed rather angry about this. What was
wrong with going to a basketball game? I went to them
all the time. Especially on those rare occasions when
our city's team was in the running for the play-offs.
"Oh." I said neutrally, not wanting to slam a fellow
male. "Well that's too bad."
Laura got up, walking over to give me a kiss. "It's
their anniversary." She explained softly, knowing as
wives do, what was going through my mind. She kissed me
on the lips, lingering over it, letting her tongue
slide briefly into my mouth, something she only did
when she was horny.
I glanced over at Sharon as Laura withdrew from me,
giving her an apologetic look. The anniversary thing
made it different of course. If there was one thing
women revered it was their anniversaries.
Any male would be ill advised to treat such a thing
lightly. But I was more interested in Laura's tongue
and the promise of later pleasures its invasion into my
mouth entailed. Hopefully Sharon had already poured out
her sob story, been consoled, and was ready to leave so
my wife and I go get down, as it were, to business.
"And it's my goddamn fertile period too." She blurted,
immediately turning red and apologizing for her
outburst. She seemed to be in disbelief that she'd said
such a thing.
I found myself unable to offer any comment to that
statement. Sharon had told Laura a few months ago and
Laura had told me that they, Tom and Sharon, were
trying to have a baby and that, so far, it had been
without results. This was definitely ground that I
wasn't about to tread upon. "Well," I finally said.
"I'm gonna go take a shower and get out of this flight
suit." Laura giggled again, a sound I'd very rarely
heard in our marriage. "Why don't you take off the
flight suit and THEN take a shower." She suggested.
This broke the tension. While I stared at my wife, who
was not prone to cracking jokes, Sharon began giggling
too. "Yeah." She said, holding her hand over her mouth.
"It'll probably work better that way."
I smiled, heading for the bedroom. "All right. I think
I've taken enough abuse from you two."
I walked to our bedroom, which also contained the
master bathroom and shut the door behind me.
I unzipped my fluorescent blue flight suit and dropped
it to the floor, walking over to the shower and turning
it on. While gathering up a towel, fresh underwear, and
my own favorite pair of sweat pants, the door creaked
open and Laura strolled in.
She walked up to me, grabbed me around the neck, put
her lips to mine and thrust her tongue into my mouth.
Her right hand dropped down to my cock and began
caressing it in a way she knew I liked.
Immediately turned on, feeling myself stiffening to her
touch, I put my arms around her and returned her kiss.
"Mmmm." I said, smiling when she withdrew. "Is somebody
a little horny tonight?"
"I'm so horny I'd fuck a table leg." She said, dropping
to her knees and pulling my underwear down, all in the
same motion. She slurped me into her mouth, deep
throating me.
I moaned, staggering backwards, grasping for support
from the wall behind me. Like many married men I was
not accustomed to my wife taking my cock into her
mouth. She still did it on occasion, which is better
action than many of my married friends can claim, but
it was still no better than an annual event. I groaned
as she bobbed up and down on me, sucking gently with
her lips and swirling her tongue around. As abruptly as
she'd started however, she pulled back, standing up and
licking my lips.
"I can't wait." She told me matter-of-factly, "To have
you inside me."
"Why wait?" I returned, grabbing her and pulling her
to me. "Drop those sweats and let's do the squishy."
She grinned, pushing me away. "Sharon's still here. We
can't do it now."
"Get rid of her." I hissed, pulling her back to me and
sliding my cock into her crotch where it rubbed against
her sweats. My hands began squeezing the familiar
cheeks of her ass. I thrust several times for emphasis.
"Just wait a little." She told me. "She's kinda down in
the dumps tonight. Her prick husband went to the game
on their anniversary. She needs someone to talk to."
"Let her talk to her Mom." I said, thrusting again. "I
wanna fuck you."
"Later stud." She told me, pulling away. "Take your
shower and then come down and have a drink with us."
She offered me a sensuous grin. "She won't be here
long."
"All right." I finally said. "But let's make it QUICK."
My dick stayed semi-hard all through the shower. After
getting out and toweling off I brushed my teeth, put on
my clean underwear and sweats, and found a T-shirt in
the closet to throw over my chest. I combed my hair
since we had a guest and put a few dabs of cologne on
for Laura's later benefit.
Before going back into the living room I stopped at the
kitchen and grabbed a beer out of the refrigerator.
Cracking it open, I entered the living room. The two
women were sitting next to each other on the couch,
giggling about something. I saw that TITANIC was
playing on the VCR, the volume turned low.
"Titanic huh?" I asked, sitting down in my favorite
recliner and putting my feet up. I asked Sharon, "Have
you seen this as many times as Laura has?"
"Probably more." She giggled. "Don't you think it's one
of the most romantic movies there is?"
I shrugged. "I guess." I answered. "The special effects
are pretty good but the plot is a little recycled
wouldn't you say?"
"Oh you." Laura admonished playfully. "Don't start that
again."
"Recycled?" Sharon asked. "What do you mean?"
"You know." I said. "The rich/poor romance plot. It's
as old as movies themselves. They just plugged it into
a new setting. Remember Pretty in Pink? Same plot. How
about The Karate Kid? Hell, even Lady and The Tramp has
the same premise."
Sharon frowned, taking a sip out of her wineglass,
which was just about empty. "Men." She said. "You're
all so unromantic."
"Now I wouldn't say that." Laura spoke up, defending
me. "He can be quite romantic sometimes. You know what
he did for our last anniversary?"
She looked interested. "He didn't go to a basketball
game?"
"It wasn't basketball season." I joked, embarrassed in
advance at the story that Laura was about to tell.
"He rented a helicopter and flew me up to this spot up
in the foothills. It was a little clearing with a
stream beside it, miles away from any roads. Completely
isolated. He pulled out a picnic basket and a blanket
and we had lunch there."
"Wow." Sharon said, beaming at me. "That IS romantic.
Tom would never do anything like that. He doesn't even
bring me flowers anymore."
"And then we had the most incredible sex right there on
the blanket." Laura continued. "Bugs and all."
"Laura!" I said, shocked that she would talk about such
a thing to our neighbor.
"Well we did." Laura giggled, spilling a little of her
wine on her arm. "I'm lucky if I can get it on my
fertile days." Sharon said sourly. "Tom just doesn't
seem to be all that interested in sex these days. Heck,
he never has been." She shook her head. "It's kind of
unnatural isn't it?"
"Hell," Laura said, "We should trade husbands for a
while. I usually have to fight him off me."
Sharon blushed a little, refusing to meet my eyes.
"Well how is it," Laura asked, "When he does give it to
you? Is he good in bed then?"
She raised her hand into the air and seesawed it back
and forth. "He's all right I guess." She said, her
voice conveying the message that even this
qualification was an exaggeration for her husband's
benefit.
I was quite amazed at the conversation they were
having, and in front of me to boot! Is this the way
women talk when no men are around? Did Laura ever bash
me the way Sharon was bashing Tom? I certainly hoped
she never had to wave her hand in the air in a seesaw
when someone asked her how I was in bed.
"All right you guess?" Laura said, raising her
eyebrows. "Does he make you come?"
She shrugged. "Once in a while." She answered. "I have
to hurry, he finishes up rather quickly."
Wow. Poor Tom. As a fellow male I could imagine how
embarrassed he would be to find out his wife was
discussing their admittedly boring sex-life with, not
only another woman, but with a man as well.
"Well doesn't he ever eat you out?" Laura asked next,
making me gape at her. For a moment I wondered if she
was trying to shock our young neighbor into making an
exit so she could get down to business with me.
Sharon blushed again, sparing me a glance, but said.
"No, not very much. He's tried it a few times but he
usually just, you know, licks a few times and then
comes back up. He says he doesn't like the taste."
"My God." Laura said, honestly shocked. "That is truly
appalling. You really should borrow my husband for a
while." She favored me with a warm look. "If there's
one thing he knows how to do, it's eat pussy. I'd put
him up against a lesbian anytime."
"Really?" Sharon, her eyes shining, asked.
I couldn't help but beam with pride. I was rather proud
of my cunnilingus skills. You could say I'd put
extensive research into the matter.
"Oh yeah." She answered, suppressing a shiver as she
thought about it. "Sometimes he draws it out for a long
time, you know, just teasing and bringing me slowly up.
Other times he goes right for the gold. He sure knows
his way around a pussy, that's for sure." It was at
this point that I first noticed the sexual tension
floating around the three of us. It was like a charge
of static electricity, building rapidly, waiting for
some sort of release. I looked over at Sharon, sitting
next to my wife on the couch. She was wearing a pair of
black stretch pants that outlined her trim butt and
legs nicely. A patterned green sweater covered her
chest, accenting the swell of her breasts, which were
smaller than Laura's but looked firmer. Her mousy brown
hair was pulled back in a simple ponytail and her face
was flushed an exciting shade of red. Her chocolate
brown eyes were shining, arousal plainly in them.
Sharon giggled a little. "Well maybe I SHOULD borrow
him for a while." She obviously meant this as a joke.
"You wouldn't mind, would you?" She asked Laura.
Laura smiled saucily. "Not as long as you're only
borrowing him." She said. "Hell, I believe in sharing
the wealth with a friend."
Sharon and I both looked at her nervously, both of us
picking up on the fact that it hadn't sounded like
she'd been joking. Not at all. An awkward silence
developed.
"Well listen," Sharon finally said. "I guess I'd
better be..."
"You don't mind being borrowed, do you?" Laura
interrupted, looking at me.
"I mean Sharon here is a good looking woman."
"Uh..." I started, completely speechless. She WASN'T
joking. She was offering my services to another woman.
Was this really my wife? The woman who interrogated me
about each new nurse assigned to my chopper.
"Oh, I don't think Tom would like it very much." Sharon
put in, obviously very uncomfortable with the turn that
the conversation had taken.
"Fuck him." Laura said pointedly. "I won't tell if you
won't. You told me earlier how horny you were." She
waved her arm at me. "Well right here is the man to
take care of that for you if you want. Orgasms
guaranteed."
"I don't think it's a good idea." Sharon said, her
voice with a hint of regret in it. "I've never cheated
on Tom before."
I kept my mouth shut during this exchange, partly
because I couldn't think of a thing to say, this was
such a bizarre conversation, but mostly because I was
desperately hoping that Laura would convince her to see
it her way. If my wife wanted me to fuck our attractive
neighbor, who was I to put forth any objections? In my
pants, my dick had hardened just at the thought. "Well
how about," Laura countered, "If you just let him eat
you? He could show you what a real pussy eating is all
about. That's not really cheating is it? It's kind of
like a handshake."
"No." Sharon said, shaking her head sternly but lacking
conviction in her voice. "I just couldn't. It's wrong."
"Wrong?" Laura said. To my astonishment she actually
inserted her index finger into the waistband of
Sharon's stretchpants and tugged a little. Sharon
looked at her finger but made no move to withdraw it.
"C'mon. Let him eat you. He's SO good at it. Wouldn't
you like to feel his tongue sliding inside you,
plunging in and out, licking everywhere? Wouldn't you
like to feel him licking and sucking your clit until
you come in his mouth? God girl, I'm getting wet just
thinking about it."
Sharon was actually trembling now, staring at Laura's
finger which was still stuck in her waistband. It
looked like she was using the pad of it to gently
caress Sharon's stomach. Seeing this, my cock took a
tremendous lurch in my pants. Laura had told me once,
early in our marriage, that she had an attraction for
other women at times. An attraction which, she told me,
had led to a one-time lesbian encounter with one of her
girlfriends back in high school. She'd never mentioned
it again and in truth, I'd always suspected that the
story was something she'd gotten out of a Cosmo
magazine or something as a recommended manner of
turning on your man. But now, seeing her with her
finger in our attractive neighbor's pants, I was forced
to reconsider this notion.
"Aren't you wet Sharon?" Laura whispered to her.
"Doesn't the thought of his tongue in you just
make the juice swell up?"
Not saying anything, Sharon nodded.
"Then let him eat you." She whispered. "I promise you
won't be disappointed. Let him make you come. You
deserve it. It's your anniversery!"
"Ohh." Sharon moaned, neither saying yes or no. But
Laura took this as a sign of consent. She withdrew her
finger from her waistband and ran her hand down
Sharon's right leg. She pulled the leg into her lap and
began untying her shoe. Sharon offered no resistance as
her shoe and sock was removed from her right foot. Once
it was on the floor, Laura patted her lap. "Give me the
other foot." She said.
Sharon hesitated for a moment and I thought that the
whole thing was about to come to a halt now that she'd
been asked to make an overt move to further the
encounter. But finally, she picked her foot off the
floor and placed it in my wife's lap, turning sideways
on the couch to do it. She leaned back, closing her
eyes and putting her left forearm over her face. She
was trembling all over.
Laura smiled, giving me a wicked glance as she went to
work on the left shoe and sock. She licked her lips
excitedly. Once the shoe and sock was on the floor with
its companion, she reached forward and grabbed the
waistband of Sharon's pants at the hips. Without being
told, Sharon lifted her hips. Slowly, she pulled them
down, revealing a pair of pink panties and Sharon's
beautiful legs to my gaze. Laura's hands slid softly
along the outside of her legs as she performed this
maneuver. I could see the flush of her arousal
increasing.
She balled up the pants and tossed them over her
shoulder. "Would you care to do the panties Love?" She
asked me seductively.
I nodded, standing up and moving over to them. The
front of my sweats was tented as my erection strained
outward. Laura eyed it with a wicked smile. "I can see
I don't have to convinceYOU." She told me.
I offered her a weak, guilty smile in return, figuring
that I'd be wise to keep my verbal outputs to a minimum
lest I inadvertently say something to screw this up.
"Doesn't she have the nicest legs?" Laura asked me,
running her hand up and down the upper thigh of the
left one. She slid her hand under the knee and picked
the leg up, pushing it out over the floor and into my
waiting hands. This served to open her thighs
considerably, giving me a view of her panty-clad
crotch. The panties were simple cotton, colored pink,
cut high. They were sucked into her slit and I could
tell they were damp. Curls of dark pubic hair stuck out
a few millimeters on each side of the crotch.
"Give her the full treatment." My wife instructed me.
I nodded, swallowing with a mouth that had gone dry. I
could not believe that this was happening. I kneeled
down on the floor in front of the couch, placing her
left foot on my right shoulder. Laura began stroking
Sharon's right upper thigh. I slid my hands up and down
her calf a few times. She had obviously shaved
recently, probably I figured, because she was expecting
sex from her husband tonight, and her skin was smooth
as a baby's butt. It was soft and feminine, well
muscled. I slid my hand up further, across the inside
of her knee to mid-thigh. Laura was right, her legs
were beautiful.
A sigh escaped Sharon but she kept her eyes tightly
closed. I took her toes gently into my mouth, sucking
on each one, running my tongue into the spaces between
them, paying particular attention to the big toe. She
moaned, hitching in a breath as I did this. I licked
across the bottom of her foot, moving upward along the
back of her calf. When I got to the back of her knee I
kissed and sucked here for a moment. This elicited
another moan, louder this time.
I continued up the inside of her thigh, trailing wet
kisses up her skin, occasionally licking softly. Her
thigh was trembling slightly, goose bumps clearly
standing out. At about mid-thigh the odor of her
arousal reached my nose for the first time. Her scent
was different than Laura's, softer, yet tangier. I felt
my dick quiver as I smelled her musk. For the first
time in eight years I was inhaling the scent of a woman
other than Laura. I continued up the inside of her
thigh, my eyes taking in the beautiful sight of her
panty-clad crotch.
Laura, I saw, was now using both of her hands to fondle
the other thigh. As I watched, she slid one hand up
over her hip and under the hem of her sweater, pushing
it upward. Sharon's stomach was flat and tanned. Laura
began rubbing her fingertips around her navel, causing
the muscles there to twitch and dance. I ran my tongue
suddenly up to the junction of her thigh, encountering
the trailing edge of her panties. I licked along the
length of them and her crotch pushed forward into my
face, the damp panties leaving a wet spot on my cheek.
"Do you want him to take them off?" Laura asked Sharon
softly, pulling her sweater up a little more and
running her other hand lightly over the crotch of her
panties. "I can feel how wet you are. You're soaked.
Does your husband ever get you this wet?"
"No." Sharon breathed.
"So you want him to take them off?"
She nodded.
"Ask him then. C'mon, say it." Laura said.
"Please." Sharon pleaded. "Take them off. Take then off
and eat me. Please."
Laura smiled, trailing her hand upward, further under
Sharon's sweater. I could see she was cupping one of
her breasts now. "You heard the lady." She told me.
I reached up and grabbed the waist of her panties at
each hip. Once again Sharon lifted up to assist me.
Laura let go of the leg that she had in her possession
and relinquished it to me. I pushed both legs up into
the air and slid the panties off, trailing them upward
and over her feet. I dropped them to the floor and then
placed her legs on my shoulders, spreading them again
and gazing between them. Her pussy was covered with a
bush of dark black hair, it's color a stark contrast to
Laura's blonde bush. Her vaginal lips were swollen and
puffy, standing open invitingly, moisture glistening
off of them. Her clit was as erect as a nipple,
protruding out of its hood.
I leaned forward, her intoxicating odor, so different
from my wife's, filling my head with lust. I slid my
tongue between her wet lips and licked slowly upward,
tasting her tart flavor. She moaned loudly, pushing her
crotch into my face. I stopped short of her clit,
circling my tongue over the top of it and back down
into her pussy without actually making contact. I
thrust my tongue in and out of her a few times,
spreading her wider.
"Ohh God." She moaned. "It feels so goooood."
"Let's get your shirt off Honey." I heard Laura say.
This was followed by the rustle of clothing from above
me and a few shiftings of my target as she maneuvered.
I continued to lick her, still avoiding her clit for
the time being but licking softly at its hood. With my
peripheral vision I saw the green sweater float to the
floor on my left. A moment later Laura, her voice
breathless, said "Very nice." A white bra floating down
on my left followed this.
I looked up, keeping my tongue firmly in her vagina,
and saw Sharon's exposed breasts, or at least the right
one. The left one was covered by Laura's kneading hand.
Her nipple was small and very erect. It was heaving up
and down with her rapid respiration. Sharon's eyes were
now open. Filled with longing they were staring
downward, alternating between my head between her
thighs and Laura's hand on her tit.
I returned my attention to her pussy, starting to lick
her clit softly now. This made her hips buck up and
down and a continuous moaning to emit from her mouth. I
built this up slowly, increasing the frequency of my
licks and throwing in an occasional soft suck. When I
heard her draw in a sharp intake of breath that seemed
unrelated to what I was doing, I looked up again and
saw that Laura had removed her hand and was now
suckling at Sharon's nipple. Sharon was resting one
hand on the back of Laura's head and the other on the
back of my head. Her eyes were closed again and she
seemed to be in a state of rapture.
Have you ever seen a woman sucking another woman's tit?
I mean in real life, not in a porno mag or on a porno
movie. I'm telling you, it's the most erotic sight
imaginable. I felt like I was about to shoot off in my
pants before anyone even had a chance to touch my cock.
I continued to lick and suck Sharon, focusing more and
more on her clit as she became more excited. I kept one
eye trained upward watching the antics of my wife as I
did so.
She sucked on one tit for a while, occasionally teasing
the nipple with her tongue and then switched to the
other one. After servicing this one for a while, she
raised her head up and applied her mouth to Sharon's.
Sharon seemed hesitant at first, trying to turn her
head but Laura was persistent, grasping her face and
turning it back. She licked the outside of Sharon's
lips softly, in much the same manner as I'd treated her
lower lips a few minutes before, and finally Sharon
opened her mouth. My wife slid her tongue between the
lips and Sharon's tongue emerged to meet it. They
swirled their tongues for a few moments, the kiss
becoming more intense. Laura began sucking on her lips,
making them swell. She often did this to me and I knew
the sensation was incredible.
When Sharon seemed ready for the final push I began to
suck on her clit without let-up. Her pelvis began to
mash into my face rhythmically, almost painfully and I
started to suck harder. Her moans came unmuffled and I
looked up to see that Laura was sucking her tits again.
She panted and moaned, louder and louder. Her pelvic
thrusts became stronger and stronger. Finally, with a
cry that her husband probably would have heard if he'd
been home, she came, her orgasm lasting nearly a
minute, her thighs crushing my head like a vise.
When her legs relaxed around me I pulled my face out of
her crotch and looked at her. She was still breathing
heavily, her face damp with perspiration. Laura had
pulled her head up from her breasts and was staring at
her too.
"Not bad huh?" Laura asked her softly. "Didn't I tell
you he knew what he was doing?"
She nodded softly, spacily. "Yeah." She breathed. "That
was_." She seemed to think about it for a minute. "That
was the most intense thing I've ever felt."
"You want him to fuck you now?" Laura asked her. "He
fucks almost as good as he eats. Do you want his cock
in you?"
"Yes." She cried. "Oh God yes. Fuck me please. Let your
husband fuck me. I want it in me sooo bad!"
She smiled at me, her hand dropping down to Sharon's
pussy and dipping in. "You heard the lady." She said.
"Get those pants off and give her what she wants." Not
needing a second command, I stood and dropped my sweats
and underwear in a single motion, releasing my turgid
cock.
"Come down to the floor." I told Sharon, stepping back,
giving her room. Laura released her (licking the pussy
juice off of her finger afterward) and she slid her
naked body down to the Berber carpet. Whipping my shirt
off and tossing it across the room, I dropped to my
knees and grabbed Sharon's thighs. I pulled her forward
I lay atop her, pressing my pelvis to hers. My mouth
found hers and we began to kiss, a wet, sloppy, deep-
probing tongue kiss. I found that she wasn't as good a
kisser as my wife was but she more than made up for in
enthusiasm what she lacked in skill. I felt the head of
my cock pressing against her soaked pussy. Without
hesitation I sank into her, burying myself to the hilt.
Her legs wrapped around my back and I began to fuck her
in earnest, not bothering with the slow build-up, just
slamming away at her.
She grunted with each of my thrusts, her hands
caressing my ass. My mouth left hers and found her tit,
though it was quite a stretch since she was about 5-2
and I was six feet. Her nipple was hard and already wet
with the taste of Laura's mouth. Though her pussy was
tighter than Laura's was, she hadn't birthed two kids
through it after all, she didn't have the control of
her vaginal muscles that my wife did. In this way it
was both better and worse than fucking Laura. But it
was different, no matter what, and I was enjoying it.
I was in a strange pussy for the first time in years
and I'd just watched my wife sucking this woman's tits
and kissing her. I was on overload and though I usually
have a strong degree of control over my orgasm, I felt
it straining to be released now. I had to slow up a few
times to keep from shooting off too soon and I had to
concentrate on something else which I was loath to do
since experiences like this only came around once, if
that, in a lifetime.
Somehow I managed to hang in there, pounding away at
Sharon, until she shrieked her way through another
orgasm. And then I felt warm, familiar breasts pressing
into my back and a hand caressing my swinging balls.
Laura had taken off her clothes while we'd been fucking
and was now rubbing herself against me. I felt her hand
slide from my balls, moving forward and then her finger
was inside of Sharon's pussy with me. She began kissing
my neck softly in a way I liked and then she was
licking my ears and whispering, "Come in her." She
whispered. "Shoot yourself in her, fill her up. And
then," she promised, "I'm gonna suck all of it out of
her pussy."
"Oh God." I cried. That bit of nastiness pushed me over
the edge. My thrusts became frantic, a blur. My balls
slammed against her butt. My orgasm surged forward,
building to a crescendo of euphoria within me.
"No!" Sharon cried, alarmed. "Don't come in me! I'm
fertile!"
But it was too late, my seed blasted out of my balls
and I began to shoot and shoot inside of my pretty
young neighbor. I could not remember having an orgasm
that intense before. When my thrusts slowed down to
nothing, Laura put her hand between us and rolled me
off Sharon. My cock popped free with a sticky slurping
noise. Her pussy was absolutely drooling come.
"Oh my God." Sharon said, staring in horror. "You came
in me. This is my fertile period. What if you get me
pregnant?!"
I looked at Laura, who seemed completely unconcerned
with this problem. "I guess," She said, "We'll just
have to get that sperm out of you then." With that she
dropped her head down between Sharon's legs and started
slurping away at her pussy.
"Stop!" Sharon cried, trying to push her off, but Laura
persisted, licking and sucking obscenely, her blonde
head moving frantically back and forth. After a moment,
Sharon's hands dropped away.
Another moment and she stopped saying "stop". Another
moment and she began to groan, her legs coming up
around Laura's back.
I watched, fascinated, as my wife ate another woman's
pussy. My dick, which was still dripping with come and
with Sharon's pussy secretions, jerked a few times and
then began to harden, something I would have sworn
wasn't possible so soon after an orgasm. Sharon's hands
came up and began playing with Laura's dangling tits,
tweaking the nipples and rubbing them. Curiosity and
arousal showed in her face. Laura moaned against her
pussy, swinging her shoulders with Sharon's rhythm.
Almost absently I began to fondle myself, bringing the
stiffening up to a full-fledged hard-on.
Laura glanced over at me, saw what I was doing, and
raised her head out of Sharon's pussy for a moment,
much to Sharon's displeasure which she signaled with a
frustrated "No."
"Don't just sit there jacking off, you idiot." Laura
told me. "Put that thing in me and fuck me."
"Right." I said, embarrassed that the thought hadn't
occurred to me earlier.
I positioned myself behind my wife and slid into her,
grabbing her buttcheeks for leverage. I began
thrusting, feeling much more in control now, while she
continued to eat Sharon out. I watched over her back as
her blonde head bobbed in Sharon's crotch and as
Sharon's tits heaved up and down in pleasure.
Shortly, Sharon began to shriek again and was soon
echoing another orgasm through the living room. When
the spasms stopped, Laura pulled her face away from her
crotch and her pussy away from my cock.
"How was that?" She asked Sharon softly. "I haven't
done that in years. Did I do it right?"
Sharon looked at her blankly, her mind apparently on
overload. "It was beautiful." She said.
Laura smiled. "Thank you." She told her. "Then you
won't mind returning the favor?"
"What?" She asked, confused, shocked. She started to
say something but was stopped when Laura suddenly spun
around and planted her pussy down on her face. She
landed with a wet squish.
"Now eat ME." Laura told her, wiggling her crotch in
Sharon's face.
My mouth dropped open as I saw Sharon tentatively begin
to lick my wife's blonde pussy. Laura instructed her in
the proper manner of doing it and was soon sighing
softly as her student accomplished the lesson.
"Very nice." My wife whispered.
I didn't know if Sharon was actually enjoying herself
or not and didn't really care. It was still quite a
sight, watching my beautiful neighbor, naked on my
carpet, her legs spread wide, licking my wife's wet
pussy. Not wanting to be left out, I moved forward,
taking my cock in my hand and pressing it against
Sharon's pussy once again.
Laura gave me a knowing smile as I slid my member into
her and began thrusting once more. I leaned forward and
began sucking on Laura's tits, which she loved, and
shortly she began groaning the groaning with an
approaching orgasm. She spasmed her way through first
one than another under the duel assault of our mouths.
Sharon, meanwhile, despite her earlier protestations,
was now enthusiastically thrusting her pelvis back
against me. She also came once more before I felt the
inevitable surge running up my spine.
She didn't even protest as I shot another full load
directly up inside of her.
When I finally stopped thrusting, I pulled myself out
of her, again leaving her pussy a drooling mess. Laura
climbed off of her face and leaned down to give her a
long soul kiss. She then leaned over and gave me the
same. As her tongue swirled with mine I could taste the
combined mixture of two different pussy juices and my
own seed in her mouth. We pulled back from each other
and simply stared, all of us wondering what to make of
what had just happened. I saw that tears were inching
their way down Sharon's cheeks.
"I just want to say." Sharon finally spoke up. "That
this is the single most erotic thing that ever happened
to me. But_" She couldn't continue. Laura nodded. "But
I guess things have changed between us, haven't they?"
Sharon nodded, stifling a sob. "Yeah." She said. "But
what do we do now. What if I'm pregnant? It's my
fertile period you know. There's a good chance I am."
They both looked at me, as if I had the answers. I was
still trying to convince myself that this had really
just happened.
"Well," Laura said. "Suppose you are. You've been
wanting to have a baby haven't you?"
"Yes." She said. "But Tom's baby, not his."
"But you've been having problems you told me. And
you've been to the doctor and there's nothing wrong
with you but Tom refuses to go and see if his sperm
count is low or if there's other problems. Right?"
Sharon blushed. "Well, yeah. But what does that have..."
"Look Sharon." Laura said. "I'm kinda drunk and to tell
you the truth, I don't know what to make of what just
happened. Like you said, it was the most erotic thing
I' ve ever done in my life. But what are the
consequences going to be tomorrow, when we're sober?
Who knows? Maybe we'll hate each other. Maybe we'll
become obsessed with each other and start doing this
every night. Or maybe we'll be able to pretend it never
happened and go on like we've always done. What I
suggest you do is fuck your husband when he gets home.
Find some way to do it. Suck his cock, give him a rim-
job, do whatever you have to but get him to fuck you
and come in you. That way, if you turn up pregnant."
She shrugged, smiling. "There's as good a chance it was
Tom's as his."
Sharon considered this, thinking deeply. "My pussy is a
little sore." She finally said.
We stared at her, not sure whether or not to laugh. "I
suppose it would be." I finally offered.
"But I think I can convince him to do me." She sat up
straighter. "It won't be anything like this though."
"No." Laura answered. "I suppose it won't be." Five
minutes later she was dressed and out the door. Laura
and I looked at each other, not sure what to say, not
sure what to do. Finally she turned off the VCR and put
the wineglasses in the sink. She went to bed. By the
time I locked up the house and joined her there, she
was sound asleep and snoring.
I lay awake for a long time, wondering what tomorrow
would bring.
(c) Al Steiner 1998
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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