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Authors name: Al Steiner (al_steiner@hotmail.com)
Story title : It Happened One Night

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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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