Joan and Paul had been married for about a year when Paul's brother Jon died. It was a tragic accident. Jon was an avid hunter. He had been out Pheasant hunting one day. While climbing a fence to get into the woods he dropped his shotgun and it discharged hitting him full in the chest. He was 27 years old. Jon's wife of two years, Elizabeth, was left alone and in shock. Part of her shock was that she was left destitute. Jon had no life insurance and Elizabeth found herself with a big mortgage, two car loans and $10,000 in credit card debt.

To make matters worse she had recently left a secure teaching position in the local high school to help Jon in his business and there was no business without Jon. She filed for bankruptcy but ended up losing the house and both cars. As she had no family except Joan and Paul to turn to she asked them if she could stay with them until she got a job and could stand on her own feet again.

Joan and Paul had recently moved into a big, old Victorian house. It had 4 bedrooms and they were only using one. Though they didn't relish the loss of privacy they invited Elizabeth to move in. Joan was 24 years old. She had curly blond hair, twinkling blue eyes and a pretty, oval shaped face. She was very pretty. Paul was tall and athletic looking. He had been a champion swimmer in college. He had curly blond hair, green eyes and full, sensuous lips.

They were very much in love and had an active sex life. They hoped having Elizabeth around wouldn't get in the way of their frequent love making though they suspected it would. It would certainly take some of the spontaneity out of it. Just the week before Paul had fucked Joan in the kitchen while she was washing dishes. He had come up behind her and slowly lifted her skirt and pulled down her panties. Then he bent her over the counter and slid his cock into her tight, wet pussy and fucked her hard until they both came, yelling out their mutual pleasure. They both agreed they would have to limit their activities to the bedroom while Elizabeth was around.

Elizabeth was a striking woman. She was 28 years old, tall and voluptuous. She had shoulder length black hair and dark smoldering eyes. She loved to tease and flirt with men. Joan didn't trust her. Even when Jon was alive Elizabeth was always flirting with Paul.

All the bedrooms were on the second floor of the house. The master bedroom was in the front of the house and the one bathroom on that floor was down a hall at the back of the house. The room they gave Elizabeth was in the middle. The first night after she moved in, Paul was returning from the bathroom when Elizabeth emerged from her room completely naked. She smiled at him and brushed against him as they passed in the hall. She was quite beautiful and very different from Joan. Paul got back into bed and told Joan what had happened. A few moments later Elizabeth knocked on their door. She was now wearing a robe. She said to Joan that since Paul had seen her naked it would be only fair that she get to see him naked. They treated her suggestion as a joke and laughed.

As the days progressed things got stranger. Elizabeth was becoming a heavy drinker. Each night at dinner she would drink an entire bottle of wine. She never offered to help with cooking or house work. She would just sit and drink and chat with them. When Stephen was around she would flirt and say sexually provocative things. She talked about her sex life with Jon, how they had tried and enjoyed everything from oral sex to anal sex to group sex. One evening she brought home a jar of caviar. She said that it was her favorite food and that its taste reminded her of a man's semen. As she ate it she told Joan and Paul how much she missed drinking a man's cum.

When Paul wasn't around Elizabeth made a point of bad mouthing him to Joan. She would imply that Paul didn't do his share of the housework and that he spent to much time out with his friend's. It became clear to Joan that Elizabeth was trying to split them up and to take Paul for herself. The more she thought about it the more it made her blood boil.

That night while Joan and Paul were making love there was a knock on their door and Elizabeth walked in. They pulled the blanket over themselves and looked at her in surprise. She stated that listening to them make love made her so horny she was wondering if they had a vibrator she could borrow. They stared at her in shock and then Joan reached over to her night stand, removed a vibrator from the drawer and tossed it to Elizabeth. She winked at them then turned and left the room. Within moments they heard the hum of the vibrator and soon after the sound of Elizabeth moaning.

"That's it," said Joan as she jumped out of bed and slammed their door, "she's out of here. I'm not going to let her ruin our relationship or break us up." "We can't just throw her out, Joan," responded Paul, "after all she is my brother's widow and she has no- where to go." Joan was silent for a minute and then she said, "Well if she stays things are going to have to be different. From now on I'm going to be in con- trol of the this situation and if Miss Caviar doesn't like it she can pack her bags and leave." "OK," Paul replied, "what do you have in mind?" He couldn't re- member having seen Joan so angry or so forceful.

"For starters," she said, "lets put on our robes and go and get our vibrator back." He followed Joan down the hall to Elizabeth's room. They could still hear her masturbating. It sounded as though she was nearing her climax. Joan swung open the door and walked in. Elizabeth was laying on her bed. Her dark hair was fanned out on the pillow and she had an ecstatic look on her face. Her back was arched and her large firm breasts were thrust forward. She had 2 inch diameter, dark red aureoles which seemed to protrude from her breasts. The nipples were an inch long and she was pinching one between her fingers. Her belly was flat and firm. Her legs were spread widely apart. She had black pubic hair which had been shaved off her labia leaving a V-shaped patch on her mound.

The vibrator was deep inside her pussy and her juices were glistening on her pink shaved lips. Her clit had to be over an inch long and was engorged and erect. Elizabeth's eyes snapped open when they walked in. Before she could say a word Joan said, "I want my vibrator back." Elizabeth looked at her in shock. "Can't I finish at least?" she asked. "No," ordered Joan, "take it out of your pussy right now." Elizabeth slid the device out of her pussy and held it out to Joan. Joan looked a the slick, wet plastic and said, "Lick it clean first, Elizabeth."

Elizabeth put it in her mouth and sucked on it. She pushed it in until only the final 1/2 inch was outside her lips. "Things are going to change around here," stated Joan. Either you get with the program or you get out." Elizabeth started to cry, "Please don't make me leave. I'll do anything you want."

Paul looked at his wife. Her face was flushed and she was standing erect. She looked imperious in her long silk robe. He noticed that she was breathing heavily and her erect nipples were prominent beneath the thin material of the robe. She kept her gaze on Elizabeth. After a moment she spoke again. "OK Elizabeth. First of all, I want you to know that Paul and I are a couple and you are not going to break us up. So stop bad mouthing him to me and stop coming on to him when I'm not around.

Secondly, you will be helping out around the house...cooking, cleaning, laundry...that sort of thing. And lastly you will be required to attend to us physically as directed by me and me alone. Do you understand me Elizabeth." Elizabeth nodded in ascent. "Do you agree to my terms?" Joan queried. Elizabeth raised her head and looked into Joan's eyes. "Yes Joan," she said, "I will do anything you ask."

Paul's jaw dropped. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Both Joan and Elizabeth were revealing sides to their personalities he had never seen and had never imagined existed. As he began to think about the implications of what was occurring he got extremely excited. Had either of the women noticed him they could not has missed his rock hard erection tenting the front of his robe but they seemed fixed on one another.

Joan untied her robe and let it drop to the floor. She sat down on the edge of the bed and lifted her left leg and placed her pretty foot in Elizabeth's lap. "Kiss my foot," she commanded. Elizabeth gazed at the foot a moment then gently took it in her hands and brought it to her mouth. She kissed each toe and then began licking and sucking them. A satisfied smile appeared on Joan's pretty face. She climbed into the bed, lay back and enjoyed while Elizabeth worshiped at her feet. After a few minutes Joan said, "That's enough. Now kiss my ass." She turned over and got onto her hands and knees with her beautiful, tight bottom facing Elizabeth.

Paul was flabbergasted. Here was his sweet, innocent wife dominating this beautiful older woman as though it was the most natural thing in the world for her. Elizabeth had a wonton look in her face. She reached out and caressed Joan's buttocks. She closed her eyes and kissed each cheek. Paul moved in so he could see everything. He was stroking his cock slowly as he gazed at the tableau. Elizabeth's tongue found the crack and licked slowly down until she reached Joan's puckered, dark pink nether hole. She ran her tongue around it and then kissed it.

"Lick my asshole," demanded Joan. Elizabeth's tongue lapped and probed at Joan's orifice. Every now and then she would snake her tongue lower and lick between the lips of Joan's pussy and thrust it into her vagina. It was clear to Paul that his wife was getting close to an orgasm. She was moaning and clutching the bedding tightly in her hands. Suddenly she flipped over onto her back and grabbed two hand- fuls of the other woman's dark hair and pulled her face to her wet, open pussy. Her light blond public hair framed the pink gash with its engorged little clitoris. Elizabeth went to work on her pussy like a starving woman to a plate of food. Joan was squeezing her own breasts and pulling on the erect nipples.

Soon Paul could see her body stiffen. The muscles in her arms, legs and chest contracted and a guttural yell was emitted from Joan's angelic mouth. Elizabeth continued to lick and suck Joan's clit until Joan pushed her face away as her body jerked in its final spasm of pleasure. Elizabeth rested her head on Joan's thigh. She had a beatific smile on her face. Her lips and chin were wet with Joan's secretions.

Joan opened her eyes and looked at Paul standing beside the bed with his erect cock in his hand. She winked at him and nudged Elizabeth. "You're not done yet you slut. I think poor Paul needs some relief. Get on your knees and suck his cock."

Elizabeth climbed off the bed and stood before Paul. He put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her to her knees. She reached up and cupped his balls in one hand and gently held the base of his cock in the other. She licked the glistening drop which had formed at its tip and then licked its full length along the underside. Finally she opened her full red lips and took the head into her mouth. Paul felt as though his knees were going to give out. Slowly she took more of him into her mouth.

She got about 3/4 of the shaft into her mouth before she slowly withdrew it. Her mouth was so soft and wet that he knew he would cum soon. He was so turned on. She increased her tempo and sucked him deeply. She grabbed his firm buttocks and kneaded them as she pulled him closer. Joan was reclining on the bed watching the show. "Elizabeth," she said, "when he cums I want you to swallow every drop. If you are a good girl and don't lose any I'll let you finish what you were doing when we interrupted you.

This was too much for Paul. His balls tightened and he began to erupt. Elizabeth held the head of his cock in her mouth as it squirted jets of salty cum. She swallowed repeatedly to get it all. When his orgasm subsided she slowly licked any remnants off his cock and her lips.

Joan got up and picked up the robe and the vibrator she had left on the floor. She handed the vibrator to Elizabeth. "Have a good time deary," she said, "see you in the morning." She took Paul by the hand and led him back to their bedroom. Before they reached their door they heard the hum of the vibrator and the creaking of Elizabeth's bed. Joan shut the door behind them. She embraced Paul and kissed him deeply. She reached down and caressed his cock until it began to harden again. She bit his earlobe and whispered in his ear, "Get in the bed. I want to be fucked hard." Then the tone of her voice changed as she said, "And you better not cum until I do."

The End