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From: nitetimeguy74@yahoo.com (Eddie)
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Subject: {ASSM} Favors for friends (MF, wife-swap, cuck?)
Date: Thu, 13 Mar 2003 21:10:03 -0500
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This one's a little slow to start, and kinda gross, but it picks up
quite well starting in the middle.  Comments to:
nitetimeguy74@yahoo.com



I'm Eddie, my wife Lana and I have been happily married for 8 years. 
When we met in college neither one of us were virgins, but I had only
slept with three girls and she with only one other guy.  We have two
children: 6 and 4 year olds.  We have been very successful in
business, vacation a lot, and overall have been extremely happy.  I've
been faithful to Lana and she to me; we've always had fun and never
had any desire to split up or find comfort somewhere else.  Which is
why I was completely floored and a little saddened with the "favor"
she asked me last week.  She had just gone to lunch with her best
friend from college, Deb.

******

Deb had been a true knock-out, a strikingly beautiful blonde with a
firm body that she kept in shape by playing 1-A singles in tennis for
North Carolina, our alma matter.  She was also a bitch who never paid
me much attention until Lana and I started dating, and even then she
wasn't what you would call "warm."  She always dated other
good-looking, snobbish athletes who ignored me and all of my friends.

Deb's most attractive feature, despite her beauty (or maybe enhancing
it) was her smile - full lips and a smile that showed what seemed like
more than the normal amount of gleaming white teeth.  On many
occasions as I sat pissed-off over some prima-donna move she pulled
when we were out in a group, I'd just imagine her giving me the most
glorious and thorough blow-job of all time, a highly successful tactic
in making her more tolerable.

Tragedy struck Deb in the winter of our senior year.  She was in a car
that lost control on an icy road and she ended up in a wheelchair. 
Although it didn't take much away from her attitude, it certainly took
away from her social life.  Sure, her friends (like Lana, and
therefore me) stayed by her side, but she never received anywhere near
the same attention from guys.  By the end of senior year she started
dating a guy named Tom that we occasionally hung out with.

Tom was a good guy but quiet - he never seemed to add much to the
group.  Well, one day I find out how everyone knew Tom.  Lana, it
turns out, had dated Tom in High School.   She says they fooled around
a little but back then she was a real prude; they never had sex.  I
got this out of her of course because once I realized Tom would be
spending more time with us I had to I interrogate the shit out of her.
 So I ended up being fine with it.

Even though the four of us spent a lot of time together from then on,
Tom and I never hung out just the two of us.  In fact, I was only
friendly with either of them on account of Lana and Deb's friendship. 
Shortly after graduation, Deb and Tom got married.  A year later Lana
and I followed suit.


******

So, as I was saying, Lana got back from lunch with Deb and immediately
I could tell something was up, although I couldn't place the look on
her face.  I was cleaning up in the kitchen after my own lunch with
the kids, who were now outside playing.  She came in and sat down at
the table.

"I have a favor to ask," she said, "and I don't want you to get mad."

"Well, that's like the kiss of death, saying that.  No promises."

Lana sighed.  "Deb and Tom are having a tough time," she said.  "And
Deb thinks it's because of their sex life."

Being that Deb was paralyzed from the waist down, I had always
wondered what they did for sex and whether or not it was enjoyable. 
"Just out of curiosity, what is their sex life?" I asked.

"Well, they can have sex," she said, "It's just that Deb can't really
enjoy it, except to see Tom enjoy it, if you know what I mean.  And I
guess lately nobody's been enjoying anything."

"So what's the favor?" I asked.  As I said before, I could not have
been more shocked by what my beautiful, loving wife said to me in
reply.

"Well, we think it would be a good idea," my wife started to say, eyes
on the floor, "if I... had sex with Tom..."

"WHAT?!?" I screamed.  I had not yelled that loud at my wife in the
three years we'd dated or the eight we'd been married.  "WHO'S WE?!?"

"Deb and me.  Look, Eddie, it would just be one time..."

"NO!!!"

"...and it's not like I love him or want him, it's just that"

"JUST WHAT?!?"

"...well, you know... this is so embarrassing...  he's seen me mostly naked
in high school already and it would really help out their marriage..."

"How in the hell would this help their marriage?"

"Eddie, please!" she said, "They love each other.  They really do. 
They talk about their problem all the time; it's so upsetting to them.
 They're great friends but they just don't have that spark anymore. 
Tom's only ever had sex with Deb and that's since the accident. This
would help them get some excitement back."

"BULLSHIT!!!  Did Deb put you up to this or is Tom behind it?"  

"Tom doesn't know anything about it.  We agreed on this together. 
Look, Deb even said she'd...  take care of you too... if you agreed."

I was about to yell out something in response until my brain processed
that last bit of information.  My wife's request aside, I thought
about all the times I wanted to make Deb blow me in college to shut
her up.  Maybe the anger behind that image was being fueled by my
present anger, as I started to actually consider this.  There was a
long pause, and then I said, "Does this have anything to do with us?"

"No Eddie!  Absolutely not!  I love you so much.  I would never cheat
on you, you know that.  I don't even consider this an affair, or
swinging or whatever.  It's helping out two people who are very
special to me."

"I don't know.  I'll have to think about this." I said. 

That day was torture for me.  This came so out of nowhere.  Part of me
was rationalizing it that Tom had seen her naked or mostly naked in
high school when they dated.  But Lana was so different now.  In high
school, even in her senior picture, she still had a little baby-fat. 
She was cute and innocent looking, but not sexy.  In college she lost
all the baby fat when she got into aerobics, eventually becoming an
instructor.   And her breasts grew from a 30B in high school to a
mouth-watering 34D when we started dating.

That then led me to a memory I hadn't recalled in a while - one night
at a party, one of my friends said to me, drunk, of course, "I have
never seen an ass that small on a woman with tits that big."  No
sooner did he say that then I called to Lana across the room and asked
her to show us her tits.  She smiled and walked over to us sexily. 
Lana stood before us and started to lift up her shirt, getting it all
the way up to the start of her bra before abruptly pulling it back
down, saying "no chance."  I was instantly turned on, I remember, but
it was because I had wanted my buddy to see her tits - I remember
thinking I would tell him to touch them too.

My head was swimming now with mixed emotions.  Was it possible that
not only was I turned on by the prospect of getting head from my
wife's best friend, but by actually sharing my wife with another man? 
Was the one influencing the other?  But we also had no problems in our
marriage!  We were achieving all the personal and financial goals we'd
set.  Why do something that could jeopardize any of that?  Things
could be totally different after something like this.

By the time we were lying in bed that night, I still had not made a
decision.  I wanted to know the ground rules.

"So this would only be a one time deal, right?" I said.  

Although we had not been talking about it, she knew exactly to what I
was referring.  "Yes.  Well, we figure one night."

"What, like, we pair off and go to different rooms?"  

"No, we were thinking more like I'd go over there and Deb would come
here."

"And each spend the night?"  

"Yes."  She said.  

I sighed.  There was a long pause.  "So then what happens when you get
home?  What's that going to be like?" I asked.

"Eddie," she said, "I'm sorry.  This was a stupid idea.  I should
never have..."

"Will you tell me all the details?" I asked

"W-w-would you want to know all the details?" my wife perked up.

"Yes.  Every last one."  

"Oh, Eddie!" she said, happily, and rolled over on top of me.  

******

Lana assumed all the arrangements.  I agreed to all of this on Sunday
night, and by noon Monday she had everything set up for that Friday. 
Throughout the week she kept saying things like, "aren't you excited
for our dates?  Isn't this going to be fun?"  And it really fucked
with me.  In some respects I wanted it less because she was so
excited, but again there was that odd sense that it was turning me on
at the same time.  I tried to fuck her on several occasions just
thinking about it, but she and Deb had decided that the men were not
to have sex or masturbate all week.

I'm usually home from work before my wife, but of course that Friday
I'd gotten hung up in the office and didn't get home until 6:30.  I
found my wife putting the finishing touches on her make-up in our
bathroom.  She was wearing a mid-length black leather skirt (which I
had never seen before), a tight white tank top cut low enough to show
cleavage, and black high-heels.

"You got ready quickly," I said.  

"Oh, hi," she said.  "I took off a little early from work to get
ready.  Whitney (our babysitter) called and said she's running a
little late, but I said I'd be there at 7:00 so I should really get
going.  She's taking the kids for the night so you won't have anything
to worry about."

"Great," I said.  

My wife picked up her leather jacket off the bed, gave me a quick kiss
as she walked by and said, "Now remember, you don't have to tell me
anything that you do. At all.  So relax and have some fun."

She headed downstairs, where the kids were watching TV, and I heard
her say, "Mommy's going out to a party tonight but Daddy will be here
with you for a little while and maybe Aunt Deb will stop by.  Then
you're going to have a sleep over at Whitney's."  This brought cheers
from the children.  "Give Mommy a kiss.  I love you very much. 
Bye-bye."

I didn't know what to do after she left.  I stayed upstairs, just
sitting on the bed, until there was a knock on the back door.  That
would be Deb, I knew, since we modified that door slightly for her
wheelchair.  My daughter Sara let her in, and Deb immediately followed
her into the TV room to see what they were watching.  I made myself
more presentable, put on some cologne, and went downstairs.

"Hi Deb." I said.  

"Oh, hi, Eddie.  Sara was just showing me her sing-along microphone." 
Deb returned her focus to my daughter and giggled with her as they
played along.  Since the accident, I have admittedly not been as
attracted to Deb as I once was.  But seeing her playing singing games
with my children was off the charts, turn-off wise.

So I sat and watched straight-to-video Disney movies for an hour, not
saying anything, until Whitney rang the bell at about 8:30.  She came
in to gather the children's things up - all the while looking more
than a bit confused at the fact that Lana was out, I was here with
another woman and I was giving no appearance of leaving the house that
evening.  She is a good kid - the daughter of my friend Bob - so I
tried to cover it a little, telling her my wife was staying with some
friends who were having trouble with their marriage.

Once I closed the door behind her and the kids I thought, "Now it's
going to get interesting."

I opened some wine and we sat around and talked for a while, but the
conversation really sucked.  It was not erotic or even remotely
stimulating, just normal shit about work, weather, the Tar Heels, etc.
 I like to think that I have "moves" or at least the remaining
vestiges of them, and that I could put them on if I wanted to.  But
since nothing was working at all, I finally said, "So, how is this
supposed to work?"

"Well, isn't that romantic?" she said.  "Well, maybe if you came over
here I could give you a little kiss."

So I approached her, but I wasn't totally sure what to do - in her
wheelchair she was too far to bend down and kiss, so I half attempted
to sit on her lap or something before kneeling down next to her.  I
started to go in slowly, and her head tilted to meet mine, but as she
shifted her weight the chair swiveled and for lack of a better phrase,
we missed.

"Here," she said, clamping down the wheel-lock, "Let's try this
again."  Although it wasn't the most ideal start, I'll admit I did
have butterflies as I leaned in to her lips.  The kiss started off
great, very slow at first and lots of sticky kiss sounds that turned
me on.  I ran my hands across her beautiful face and through her
blonde hair, and she put her hand on my cheek and started to lightly
caress.  But it was like she had sandpaper in her hand, and my natural
reaction was to jump back.

"Oh, sorry," she said.  "Working the wheels on this thing makes my
hands all callous-y.  I'll be more gentle."  I smiled, and we started
to kiss again, but I no longer had a good feeling about this.  I was
actually a bit surprised when she let me start lifting her shirt - I
was half expecting her to deny me.  I was getting a little more into
it as my hands made their way up to her breasts.  Her bra cups were
silky and I delicately ran my hands over them.  It was a very strange
feeling to touch a smaller, unfamiliar pair of tits when you're used
to much larger ones.

I started to unclasp her bra when she said, "Why don't you take me to
the bedroom, you big stud."  The "big stud" comment seemed a little
patronizing, but I went along with it.  I lifted her from the chair
and carried her up to the bedroom.  I'd heard the term "dead weight"
but never experienced it until I carried her - her upper body was
nothing, but her rubbery awkward legs kept nearly throwing me off
balance.

I laid her down on the bed and we kissed again.  I moved my hands up
her shirt again and finally got her bra off.  I massaged her breasts
as we kissed, fondling her tits and trying to pretend we were still in
college when this would never have happened.

She then sighed a bit, stopped kissing me and said, "Why do guys never
take our shirts off?  I mean, we're here, you've got us, just take it
off."

"Uh, OK." I said.  Was she being bitchy?  What the fuck?  I took her
shirt off and started sucking and licking her tits.  She started
making a phony sounding purring noise.  I was now dangerously close to
being turned off - possibly for the rest of the night, so I thought
fine: Blow job time.  I rolled off of her and stood on the floor,
removed my shirt and started taking off my pants.

"Ooh, yeah.  Take it all off," she said. Again, it seemed kind of
insincere.  I hopped back up on the bed and positioned myself over her
upper body, and moved my cock down toward her mouth.  "Oh! Umm, Ok..."
she said, as if this hadn't been part of the bargain.

Her hand wrapped around my cock to slow my assault on her mouth.  I
loved watching her big lips part as the head went in, but to my dismay
that's about all that went in.  She started pumping my cock with her
hand and just sort of letting the head stay in her mouth.  I wasn't
even sure if she was licking me, so I said, "Lick me."  I felt a
little licking on the end of my shaft near the head - my most
sensitive area, it felt really good - but then it stopped.

"Lick me again."  Same thing, and then she stopped.  Still just hand
jacking.  I thought I try to be a little more complimentary about it
and said, "Yeah, that feels really good.  Don't stop licking me."  She
did the licking thing for about 10-15 seconds or so, then started with
the fake sounding purring.   She took my dick out of her mouth and
said, "oh, yeah, Eddie, fuck me."

At this point I was thinking all things considered, I'd just take the
blowjob.  But if she wasn't going to do it right, I'd just fuck her. 
So I slid down her body and started kissing her on the way down, but
she turned her head a little and said, "yeah, fuck me."  So I moved
down to her tits and licked them a little bit, but she let out a
little giggle and pushed my shoulders down, saying, "I can't wait for
you to fuck me."  I can't tell you how insincere she sounded.

I got off the bed and stood on the floor.  Knowing she couldn't open
her legs for me, I took them by the knees and swung them open.  I
should have grabbed her ankles instead because as I lifted her left
leg across my waist her foot hit me in the head.  "Ooh, careful down
there!" she said.

I positioned myself in front of her and guided my cock into her pussy.
 I don't know why I thought it would be tighter, but it wasn't.  I
started fucking her, again looking at her face and pretending this was
about nine years ago.  She said "Yeah, Eddie.  Come on.  Fuck me hard"
in such a pathetic way that not only could I not pretend I was
somewhere else, but I started to lose interest.  As in, my hard-on
started getting soft.

I kept pumping away and trying to think of something else, but it was
no use.  I was losing it.  She must have known it too because she kept
saying things like "oh, yeah, do it.  Make yourself come."  And I mean
she *said* it - not exclaimed it, not cried it out.

There was only one thing to do - I was going to take this total
bitch's ass.  I started getting hard again thinking about it, and
grabbing her legs by the ankles this time I quickly rolled her over. 
I licked my finger and slid it up her cheeks to find her asshole when
she cried out (and I mean screamed) "Oh No!  Don't do that - rectal
surgery - you can't!"

I may have entertained the notion of doing it anyway until I saw where
my finger ended up - there were not only fresh, elevated pink scars
all around her sphincter, but there were crisscrossed older scars all
around those.  I'd heard that some paraplegic's had problems down
there, but Goddamn, I had no idea.   So I rolled her back over.

Deb took one look at my now flaccid penis and said, "Oooh, someone
looks sad.  Should we just wait a bit?"

"I don't know," I said. "Maybe you could try to revive it with that
amazing tongue-work of yours."

"Mmm, I don't think so, I mean now that it's been, you know, down
there."

I looked at her, frustrated.  I didn't have any ideas left.  

"Why don't you come sit over here, by me," she said, patting the bed
next to her.  I reluctantly did.  She took my cock in her calloused
hand, and started stroking it.  "Why don't you think about what Lana
and Tom are doing right now?"

"What?"  I said.  

"That's all right.  She told me you wanted to hear all the details. 
Just relax now.  I imagine Tom's probably got his face buried in her
boobs - they're so big and beautiful aren't they?  Mmmm, yeah.  And
she's got his cock in her hand, studying it, getting it ready to put
inside her.  She's probably very excited, you should be happy for her
- Tom's a little bigger than you are."

"Ungh." I groaned.  My cock was suddenly getting hard again.  And as
she spoke it got harder and harder.

"Yeah," she continued, "and then he puts his hands on the folds of her
pussy.  She's all wet, and he's rubbing his fingers slowly up and down
her silky clit."  I was transfixed with her words.  Her talk was
really exciting me.  "She touches his hand down there, and together
they guide his cock up inside her.  Your wife pushes her gorgeous tits
into him and totally submits, pulling him closer and closer.  Their
tongues meet and dance around together.  Tom tenses up just as he gets
ready to..."

And that's when I blasted my jets.  Thick ropes of come flew all over
the place.  It landed on my chest, neck, even up by my eye.  It was "a
great performance," as Lana would've said, back  when she used to let
me come on her tits.  But it was a very awkward feeling to be sitting
there, post-orgasm, naked and covered in warm come, next to some woman
I couldn't even stand.

"Wow, good job," said Deb.  There was a minimal amount of come on her
hand and she wiped it on my leg hair.  "Well, I'm going to go jump in
the shower."  And with that, she hoisted herself down onto the floor
and shuffled herself off to our guest bathroom.  "Can you grab my
wheelchair when you get a chance?" she said, shutting the door.

"Yeah.  OK."  I sat there, still with my own come all over me, for
maybe ten minutes without moving.   This whole thing was a mistake.  I
was no longer excited about my what my wife was doing.  I wanted to
call her and tell her to come home, but I knew it was not going to
happen.  I got up, cleaned myself off, got dressed and went downstairs
to get the wheelchair.

When I came back upstairs, Deb was crawling out of the bathroom and
thanked me as she got into the wheelchair.  "So what are the sleeping
arrangements?" she asked.

"Uh, I guess my bedroom."  

I had just assumed we would sleep in the same bed together, but
apparently she had thought differently.  She said, "Oh, OK."

We fell asleep watching TV, without talking.  I woke up horny once
during the night and tried to get her in position to fuck, but she was
so uncooperative and hard to move that I gave up.  She woke me up at
6am, already in her wheelchair, to ask me to help her get it
downstairs.

"You getting up already?" I asked.

"Yes, I have to get going."  

"Where?"
 
"Silly!  I have wheelchair tennis at the racket club."  So I helped
her get downstairs, made her some coffee, then saw her out the door
and went back to bed.

"Well that fucking sucked," I thought to myself.  And to make matters
worse, I couldn't get back to sleep.  I kept thinking about Lana and
what happened and when she was coming home.  I tossed and turned for
another two hours when the doorbell rang.  I jumped up and ran
downstairs, eager and yet afraid at the same time to hear about Lana's
evening.

It was Whitney with the kids.  I told them mommy was out running
errands and to go watch TV.

Fuck.

******

I was still on the lookout at 2:30 in the afternoon when Lana finally
pulled in the driveway.  She obviously hadn't brought toiletries with
her, as she looked completely unkempt.  As she got out of the car and
approached the house she appeared to be walking funny as if she
twisted her ankle.  I didn't particularly want the kids to see her in
that state so I went down to open the door and quickly get her
upstairs.

"Hey, how'd it go?" I asked.  

"OK," she said, kissing me on the cheek.  "How about you?" 

"Fine," I said, "why don't we just go upstairs first and..."

"Let me just say hi to the kids first" she said, walking into the TV
room.  "Hey there!  How was your sleepover?"

As my wife bent over the couch to talk to the kids, I noticed that she
kept pulling at her skirt around her ass, as if it were causing her
discomfort.  She ran her hand up and down the back of it, so I assumed
it was bunched or something and that was why she was walking funny.

Sara was still telling Lana about the sleepover when I noticed it.  At
first I wasn't sure what it was, but sure enough, there was come
running down the back of my wife's leg.  Her hand went from pulling at
the skirt to quickly scooping it up. Without missing a beat listening
to her children, she found a Kleenex in her purse and wiped the come
off of her hand.

"That sounds like so much fun," Lana said, "You'll have to tell me
more about it later.  I'm going to go get clean - can I have kisses?" 
She kissed our children on the couch with the bunched-up Kleenex in
her hand and then headed upstairs to our bedroom.

I followed right behind her into the bedroom and closed the door.  My
heart was beating so hard I could literally feel it in my ears.  "Are
you OK?" I asked.

"Yeah, fine," she said, looking for a towel in the closet, "do you
mind if I shower first?"

"No!  I mean, yes, I mind.  I want to hear how it went."  

"OK," Lana sighed, and sat down on the rocking chair next to our bed. 
She was still fidgeting with her skirt.  "All the details?"

"All the details."

"All right, well, I got to their condo around 7:30.  Deb had already
left.  Tom opened the door and led me in.  He said I looked amazing,
and we started hugging.  We stood there for about 5 minutes, just
holding each other, hands running across each other's backs.  I wasn't
sure how we were supposed to proceed, or what was supposed to happen
next, so I figured he was still the shy Tom I knew in high school and
I should make the first move.

"I pulled back a little, looked him in the eye, and slowly knelt down
in front of him.  I could feel him trembling as I unfastened his belt
and unzipped his pants.  Still looking him in the eye, I pulled his
penis out from his pants.  He was incredibly hard; it was like holding
a brick.  It was very red, too, and vein-y.  I'd never seen it like
that in high school; of course it was smaller then and most of the
time we had our clothes on anyway.  So I felt bad for him; he must
have been so frustrated for it to be that hard.  I thought maybe I'd
warm him up with just a little oral sex to start, you know, rather
than just jump right into it.  I figured the more he enjoyed,  the
more then he and Deb could get more out if it.  You're not mad, are
you?"

"No."  I said, after clearing my throat.  My heart was still beating
extremely hard.  I could now feel the pulse all the way down into my
neck.  My mind was racing - but I still couldn't figure out how I
felt: aroused, angered, betrayed, jealous.

"So anyway," Lana continued, "I put his penis in my mouth, and just
did all the things I know you like: sucking hard, licking underneath,
rubbing it on my face a little.  I know you hate when I use too much
hand so I put one hand around his ass for balance and just kind of
reached up and massaged his balls with the other.  At one point a hair
from his scrotum got caught in the zipper, and he winced a little in
pain, so I kissed it and just sort of rolled his testicles around in
my mouth for a while.

"Well, I went back to sucking on his penis and massaging his balls.  I
wanted to finish warming him up by going all the way down, doing that
licking thing that you like, but he must have been so pent-up that he
just started ejaculating into my mouth.  There was so much of it and
it was so thick that I thought I would gag, but I know you told me
once that guys prefer it when women keep sucking until it's done and
then swallow, so I kept going.  When he was done I took it out slowly,
letting my tongue trail along the underside to catch anything that was
left, and a little trail of semen got flicked off onto my cheek.  I
used the back of my hand to push it in my mouth, and I swallowed
everything."

I had to interrupt here.  "You haven't swallowed for me in years!"  

"Eddie, I know, I'm sorry, I will if you ask me... it's just that I
remembered what you said about swallowing and well, I figured since he
just had that orgasm that if I didn't he might not be turned on
anymore and wouldn't be able to perform, you know, sexually later,
which is the reason we were doing all of this."

"Whatever."  I said.  "Keep going."  

Lana continued on: "So Tom said, `Wow - that was unbelievable!  I
can't believe you swallowed all of that.' I didn't want my response to
turn him off, so I just said `Mmm... I loved it!  It was so thick and
good, I wished there was more!'  `Well,' he said, `maybe we can
arrange for that later, but right now I need to sit down.'

"So we sat down on the little bench just inside their foyer and tried
to figure out what we should do from there.  Tom surprised me by
asking if I'd eaten, saying he hadn't yet and if I wanted to he knew a
great little place we could walk to.  I almost felt like I was failing
Tom and Deb, like I wasn't attractive enough for Tom to help them, but
I figured maybe Tom needed to recover a bit so I agreed to go.

"So I hadn't even made it past their foyer and I was already heading
back out.  Tom was quite the gentleman on the walk over, we held hands
and talked a little about how our lives had changed since high school.
 He said he always thinks about his first orgasm - when I gave him a
handjob in his car on prom night.  I told him I was glad he enjoyed it
and that I wished we'd done more.  He just kinda pulled me close after
that and kissed my head, so we were walking arm in arm.

"We went to this cute little Italian place a few blocks away and sat
down in a circular booth.  The waiter took our order quickly but the
food took a while.  To pass the time we held hands under the table and
rubbed each other's knees.  Our conversation was really nice too, but
I wanted to make sure he was still `into it', so I very gently started
stroking the crotch of his pants.  He was very hard, so I kept lightly
rubbing and squeezing so he wouldn't lose interest.

"I guess he was getting bored because Tom decided to be a little
Naughty Ned and play an ice cube game with me.  He took one from his
glass and slowly put it outside my shirt, against my nipple - the one
closest to him.  I looked around because I wouldn't want anyone to
notice, and that's when I saw the McFarland's ..."

"Bob and Tina were there? Whitney's parents?" I said, "You should have
left!"

"I know, I thought about that," she said, "but you know, we'd already
ordered and if I started acting funny it might have ruined the whole
thing for Tom and Deb..."

"Fuck!" I said.  "What are they going to think!?!  Bob asked me to
play golf today and I said had to be home for Goddamned family day!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry.  I don't think he noticed.  Really.  I'm pretty
sure.  Well, I mean, they were looking at us, occasionally, and I
think Bob said something to Tina because she had her back to us and
when she turned around and saw me looking at her she turned back
quickly.  So I just put my leather jacket back on.

"You mean you didn't stop him?  In a restaurant?"

"No, it was OK, really.  He just slid his hand up inside the jacket a
little.  He kept putting the ice cube on my nipple, then rubbing it
with his thumb.  He'd pull the jacket to the side a little every once
in a while to look at it.  You should have seen it, even through the
shirt it was so hard and long.  He was making it really sensitive.

"He reached across my chest to do it to the other nipple, but I
thought that looked too suspicious so I only let him do it for a
minute or two.  He went back to the first nipple and then one time
pulled the jacket aside when the waiter came by so he could get a look
too.  You should have seen the look on his face.  But I'm pretty sure
he put it back before Bob or Tina could see what was going on.

"He quit doing it when our food came.  While we ate Tom was being very
nice and caressed my fingers and occasionally touched my face.  I
thought Bob and Tina may have noticed that so I put his hand below the
table.  He must have thought that was a signal that I wasn't
interested anymore because he put his hand on my knee and then started
sliding it up under my skirt.

"I told him he didn't have to do it, but he just winked at me and
started caressing me outside my panties.  I didn't want to draw
attention to it, so I tried to keep on eating.  But Tom must have
thought he was losing my interest, because he slid a finger under the
panties and along my... pussy.  Are you OK?"

It was strange for me to hear my wife say the word "pussy."  Of course
I'd heard her say it times in the past, but mostly in college. 
Nowadays she would use euphemisms for it, like "down there."  Now she
was talking about it being fondled by a friend of ours.  "Fine," I
said, "keep going."

"Well, he caressed the lips and up onto my clit.  It felt electric.  I
was still trying not to act suspiciously, but he asked me to take off
my panties for him.  I could've said no, but I thought that if I
turned him down now maybe things wouldn't work out.  So without
drawing attention to myself, I slid them off.  He asked me to put them
on the table, so I did.  He let them sit there for a few minutes - the
waiter even came by to fill up water - before he put them in his back
pocket.  Then we finished eating, he with one hand fondling my pussy
and me with one hand caressing his bulge."

"Now wait a minute, wait a minute!" I yelled.  "This was not part of
the deal!  What the fuck were you doing?  You were supposed to sleep
with him one time, not whore yourself in a local restaurant!  What the
fuck!"

"Please don't be mad, please," she said.  "I thought so too.  I didn't
know any of this was going to happen.  I didn't want to mess this up
for either of them.  Should I stop?"

"Not now, no." I said. I realized I was having a problem with this,
but I decided to shut up and just let her finish.

*****

"OK.  So, we finish eating, and I am getting really close to coming
from his finger.  He is all worked up too, and breathing hard.  He
leaves the money on the table and we go - I think Bob may have seen us
holding hands but not any of what happened under the table.  Bob
looked at us strangely as we were walking out, almost as if he needed
to say something.  Tom was in a hurry to get back so we took a cab.

"We got in and Tom gave the address.  I leaned over to give him a
little peck on the cheek for dinner, and the next thing I know we're
just totally necking.  He's pawing at my tit and I'm rubbing the bulge
in his pants.  I don't think the cabbie noticed us except for when I
hit his head with my heel - Tom wanted to finger fuck me so I put my
leg up to give him better access. God, he fingered me so hard.  You
could hear it too, it sounded like wet clothes hitting the floor each
time he jammed fingers in.  Of course I didn't think this was
appropriate behavior, but I figured if this was what it would take to
get him in the mood, I'd do it.

"The cabbie must have understood Tom's situation, because he didn't
charge us for the trip. When we got back to their apartment building,
Tom suggested we go up to the roof deck since it was such a pretty
night.

"We did, and it was a beautiful night I walked over to the railing and
just admired the view.  Tom came up behind me, put his arms around me
and smelled my hair.  I could feel his hardness pressing into my ass. 
With my back to him, he starts to feel me up, under my shirt this
time.  I pushed back on him for a second to unclasp the bra, and then
let him continue.  My shirt was kind of tight and he asked me to take
it off.  I was a bit worried that someone would come up to the roof,
so I bargained him into letting me take the shirt off but put my
leather jacket back on.

"I must say that when I got the shirt off, the night air felt great on
my body.  I don't remember the last time I was topless outside, but it
felt liberating.  Tom pulled the bra off my arms and twirled it on his
fingers. A breeze must have come up or something because it flew off
and landed on a tree branch below us.  We both laughed because it
looked so funny there in the tree. Tom joked that the huge cups would
make a great nest for the birds.

"Then we kissed a little more, and Tom bent down to lick and suck on
my tits.  He paid a lot of attention to them, but I thought I heard a
noise like maybe someone was watching from the behind the roof door,
so I put my leather jacket back on.

"With both my bra and panties gone now and my shirt on the floor, I
was naked except for my leather skirt and jacket - and heels of
course.  Tom turned me around and I leaned against the railing again.
I put my arms back around his head and he continued to feel me up.  It
was such a strange sensation to be felt up like that, outdoors, while
looking down his street.  Anyone down there could have seen.

"He reaches down with one hand and unzips his pants.  Then he lifts up
the back of my skirt and I reach down and together we guide his cock
up inside me. It was so... filling, so wonderful. He put his other
hand back on my tit and started fucking me right up against the
railing.  I tried to keep my arms behind his head the whole time, but
he started fucking me so hard that I had to hold on to the railing for
support.  I don't know how Tom managed, but he held on to both my tits
the entire time.

"I came first. It was the strangest orgasm I've ever had.  It must
have been the combination of senses, the smell of the night, the fresh
air on my chest and up my skirt, Tom's hands on my tits and his cock
up inside me.  It lasted for minutes.  It was one long, fulfilling
convulsion.  He must have found my G spot.

"Anyway, I started encouraging him on.  I told him to fuck me hard,
that he felt so fucking great, to never stop, to come in me, that kind
of thing.  He loved it - he squeezed me in close, grunted and shot his
load up inside me. He held me for a few minutes as we both came down. 
I stretched my arms up and back behind him again to savor the night
air on my body one last time.  He turned me around and we kissed. 
Then I picked up my shirt and we headed back to the door.

"When we opened the door there were two young guys sitting at the top
of the stairs, smoking.  One said to Tom, `Yo.' Tom didn't look like
he knew them and just said `Hey guys.' The other guy said `Play-ah!'
as we were walking by.  I thought I did a good enough job closing the
jacket around my boobs as we walked by, but when got down another
flight I heard one of the guys say, `Man, that chick had the BIGGEST
tits!'

"Tom suggested we watch a movie in bed.  That sounded fine to me. We
finished getting undressed - I didn't have that far to go - and got in
bed.  We cuddled for a while but were both kind of exhausted, so we
fell asleep in each other's arms with the TV on.  We didn't have sex
during the night; there was some random stroking and petting but that
was about it.

"I woke up late with my arms around Tom and my head on his chest.  I
noticed that he had a morning erection, so I lightly ran my fingers
over it.  I could tell he was enjoying it, sleeping or not, so I took
his cock in my hand and gently stroked him up and down.

" `God that feels great.' He said."

"I said, `Mmmm... I thought you'd like it.'" I rubbed it teasingly for
a few minutes. Then I said, `so what did you do in High School when I
didn't, you know, finish you?"

"Tom said, `What do you think? What you're doing now. Only to myself.
What about you?'"

"I told him I was never really into that. I mean, I've done it, who
hasn't, but only a handful of times. He asked if I'd ever done it in
front of someone else, and I told him of course I hadn't.  He said he
and Deb used to do it and that it was a huge turn on. I asked him if
he wanted to masturbate for me.  He said he'd only do it if I did it
too.  It was silly and awkward, but the idea kind of turned me on.

"So I turned and sat up. I looked him directly in the eye and placed
my hands on my shoulders, and caressed my skin down to my breasts.  I
stopped and pulled on my nipples, then slowly lowered my right hand
down, tracing my fingernail across my abdomen, swirling it in my pubic
hair, and then down into my slit.  With my left hand I played with my
tits.

"Tom said, `Oh my god" and knelt in front of me, stroking his cock. 

"The eye contact was so erotic.  We kept it the whole time. I was
amazed at how hard he ravaged his cock - I understand now where
"jerking off and beating off" come from. And he was doing it all for
me.  I picked up my pace and tried to match his sexual intensity.  I
dipped my left hand down and stuck two fingers into my pussy, brought
the wetness back up to my nipple, and rubbed it in.  I did it again
and used four fingers - it was a little harder to do but worth the
reward in nectar, and this time I licked it off my fingers, sucking on
each one.  `God, I taste great' I said.

"Tom cupped his balls with his free hand.  I suspected he was close to
coming because he started tugging on his nuts really hard. Just seeing
that brought about my orgasm.  When I felt the release come on, I
finished licking my fingers and let my left hand pull on my nipple as
I got off with my right hand.  I shouted a little, and was momentarily
embarrassed that I had just molested myself in front of another
person.  But Tom didn't leave me hanging and immediately shot a load
all over my face and tits.  I licked a little off my face and said
teasingly said, `I taste better.' Tom said I was unbelievable and
collapsed on the bed.

"We finally got up to take showers, but Tom made some comment about
conserving water, and I said he just wanted to shower with me.  Which
he did.  It was weird stepping into the shower with a naked man who
wasn't you - I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and I had his
come all over me.  After we soaped and rinsed he suggested dual
tongue-baths. We each had to clean every inch of the other person
using only our tongues.  I went first. It wasn't so hard except for
the bottoms of his feet and in between his toes.  The hair on his head
was a little difficult too, and he kept making me do his asshole
again, saying I missed a spot.  Tom did a good job on me although I
told him my ass and tits were clean enough already - he must have
spent 30 minutes on them.  So much for conserving water.

"When we got out, he offered to make me breakfast and coffee if I
stayed, so I just couldn't refuse.  I started to get dressed but Tom
said it would be more fun to have breakfast naked, so I went along
with it.  I followed him to the kitchen to see if I could help with
anything. He got out all the ingredients to make omelets and then
realized he didn't have any coffee.  He asked me to make breakfast and
he would run to the corner store and get coffee.  He dressed and left.

"As I was making the omelets, the roll of paper towels ran out, so I
went to the cupboard to get more.  Tom must not have looked in there
because there were two cans of coffee grounds.  Oh well.  As I was
finishing, Tom came home and turned on the TV, so I served him his
breakfast out there. Even though I was still naked, he didn't get
undressed to eat.  We watched Sportscenter, and he told me all about
the players and teams that came on.  When we finished eating I said,
`Someone's not being fair... keeping all his clothes on.'

"Tom said, `when the commercial comes on, why don't you clear the
plates and I'll take my clothes off.' Sounded like a fair deal to me.
In the meantime, he pulled me up on his lap, put an arm around me and
fondled my tits  with one hand while he waved his other hand and spoke
passionately about the demise of the Braves' pitching staff."

"When the commercial came on, I cleared the plates and came back to a
naked Tom. I stood in front of the TV but he said to hang on a sec, he
wanted to see if the Mets lost last night.  I was worried that if his
mind wasn't on sex, I would have failed both he and Deb.  So I knelt
down in front of him and took his cock in my mouth.  I knew I had his
attention again when the moans were no longer about National league
scores, but my tongue on his cock.

"Without turning off the TV, he lifted me up onto the couch and laid
on top of me.  We lovingly kissed for several minutes - sucking on
each other's tongues and lips.  Tom pulled away and said, `I love you
so much Lana.' I knew I wasn't in love with Tom, but I did love him as
a person and didn't want to take him out of the mood by saying the
wrong thing, so I said, `God I love you too, Tom. Please make love to
me.  Now.'"

"Tom told me to put him in, so I took his cock in my hand, stroked it
gently, and guided it into my pussy.  He laid down on me and we made
love softly and slowly, kissing and caressing each other.  Suddenly
the front door opened - it was right across from us - and Deb rolled
in.

"'Thomas!' She yelled, `Don't fuck her with the TV on!!!' Deb dropped
her tennis bag, grabbed the remote and turned off the TV.  It was
momentarily awkward, but Tom didn't miss a beat and kept fucking me. 
`Did you two have fun?' she asked.

"We didn't answer in words so much as grunt our contentment.  Deb
wheeled over to the couch, apparently to get a better view.  Tom got
up and started stacking some cushions on the floor.  He knelt on them
with one knee and put the other leg out on the floor. He grabbed my
legs and rotated my pelvis towards him. `Hey honey, give me a hand
here, would ya?' he said. Deb reached over and grabbed his cock, then
stuffed it into my pussy.  Her hand made incidental contact with me,
down there.  I was surprised she didn't find that repulsive - we
always freaked out about the lesbians on her tennis teams.

"As Deb took in the sight of her husband fucking me, she said, `Lana,
you look so beautiful naked.' She cradled my head and played with my
hair as Tom fucked me.  She shouted words of encouragement, telling
him to fuck me hard, to make me come, that kind of thing.  Tom was
really whaling away on me now. It was taking him awhile to get his
fourth orgasm in less than a day.  Deb was still playing with my hair
with her left hand when she slid her right hand down to my cheek.  She
was still urging Tom on, but started giving me little peck kisses on
the cheek.  The multiple sensations did it to me again.  I started
bucking, and when Deb realized I was at the point of no return, she
slid her right hand down to my tit and began playing with it.

"'Yeah, come on Lana, do it, yeah...' she said as she tweaked my
nipple."

"I came harder than I ever have in my life.  I screamed.  I thrashed. 
I clawed at the couch.  When I was done I couldn't move.  Deb kept
massaging my boob and planting little kisses on my forehead.  That's
when I thought of you.

"'I wish Eddie were here,' I said, `it's too bad it's just the three
of us.  I wonder what he'd be doing.'

"Deb mentioned that you were interested in anal sex with her but she
was unable to accommodate you. She suggested that maybe Tom and I do
it, that way I could at least go home with an anal story for you. I
was a little worried about it - I only had anal sex those two times
with you in college and it really hurt - but I figured I would do it
for you.

"So Tom flipped me over on the couch so I was on all fours.  Deb had
some Vaseline in her tennis bag and rolled up behind me to apply it. 
She smeared it up and down my ass crack but I could tell she was very
careful not to touch my pussy.  I was surprised when she worked one
finger in my ass and then a few more, but she no doubt wanted to make
sure I was properly lubed.  When she was satisfied, she told Tom to go
gently on me.

"Gentle or not, it hurt like hell.  Deb could tell the pain was bad,
so she told me `this would take my mind off it, and she took off her
shirt. I tried to be polite and tell her that her breasts looked nice,
but I couldn't really get the words out -  Tom's cock was stretching
out my asshole - I was sure I was bleeding.  It felt strangely good to
have his cock up in there, but the damage to my sphincter was
something else.  I gasped in pain.

"Deb said, `shh... come here' and started kissing me.  At first I
thought it was just a supportive peck, but she opened her mouth and
sucked on my lips.  I think the fact that she's so beautiful and that
I was starting to enjoy the cock up my ass turned me on again.  I
kissed her back gently at first, with no tongue.  Then I opened a
little bit and we gently touched the tips of our tongues - savoring
our first girl-girl tongue contact. Then we explored a little. 
Finally we kissed like long lost lovers, reunited after many years.  I
threw my ass back viciously against Tom's cock.

"Deb broke the kiss and swung her head down under my arms and kissed
and sucked my dangling tits. It felt so amazing to have my tits sucked
while I was being penetrated.  Tom moaned and continued to pound away,
trying to grind out one last orgasm.  The ass fucking started to feel
really good.

"My tits were too big or too much for Deb.  I heard her muffled
pleasure on them as she struggled to get both hands around one and
stuff the other as far as she could in her mouth.  She was really good
at it - her tongue felt great.  Finally I asked to have hers.  She
reluctantly removed herself from my tits, then lifted herself up in
front of my face.  I found that if I leaned against the couch for
support I could get one arm free.  It was strange fondling and sucking
another woman's breasts, but I kind of liked it.  I bit and sucked on
her nipple, and licked all around and under the swell and from tit to
tit.

"Unfortunately Deb couldn't hold herself up any longer, so we went
back to kissing.  I still used my free hand to fondle her breasts; she
used both of her hands on mine.  When I felt Tom tense up and his seed
start to leak into my ass, I had what I can only call a `body orgasm.'
It wasn't really vaginal at all, but the sexual contact all over me
gave me a huge, wonderful release.  Tom grunted and slammed his cock
all the way in me as he came once again.

"Tom was covered in sweat and out of breath.  He plopped down in the
easy chair next to the couch.  Deb and I broke our kiss momentarily
while I wiped the come off my ass and sat down next to her.  We
started kissing again and gently fondling each other's tits.  Tom
watched us for two minutes or so and got up, saying `OK, lovebirds,
I'm going to take another shower and then a nap.

"We sat there kissing and occasionally giggling for another five
minutes at least.  And we were no longer groping, just lightly
caressing and exploring each other's breasts.  Deb whispered to me,
quite naughtily, `Do you want one more little come before you go? I
nodded my head.  She traced a finger down my chin, over my nipple and
down to my pussy.  She found my clit immediately and made small, light
circles on it.  I purred and pulled her in close for a deep soul-kiss.
 She slowly but expertly worked me up.  A few minutes later, that's
how I came - with my tongue in my best friend's mouth, hands on each
other's tits, her finger between my legs, and me naked in her living
room.

"Even after I came, we didn't want to stop kissing.  But I knew I had
to get home and tell you what happened.  I got dressed, minus my bra
(in the tree) and my panties (couldn't find them - not even in Tom's
pockets.)  I shouted goodbye to Tom in the shower.  Then I gave Deb
one last goodbye kiss and we winked at each other."

*****

I was furious.  At least I think it was anger.  It was close to anger,
but it wasn't an emotion I was entirely familiar with.  "Is that all?"
I asked.  "You didn't go back and try to fuck the guys in the stairway
or anything?"

"Eddie," Lana said, "don't be mad. You and I both had a good time and
I think we really helped out our friends."

"It sounds like you helped a little more."

"Well, we didn't really know the ground rules.  Now we'll know them
for next time."

"Next time! Who said anything about next time?"  I wanted to be pissed
but my cock was coming back to life.

"Nobody!  Just, you know, if they need help again, I'm sure they would
ask us. But it would totally be up to you," she said.

"Well, speaking of something being up... how about if we..." I moved
in on her.  I wanted sex, bad.

"Eddie," she said, "I can't right now.  I'm so sore.  Maybe later."
With that, she headed off to the shower.

"Fucking great."  I thought.  This couldn't have gone any worse. 

Just then the phone rang.  

"Hello?" I said. 

"Hi, Ed? This is Bob McFarland... hey I hope family day is going well,
sorry about golf.  Listen, we saw your wife last night at the
restaurant. Anyway, uh, her friend dropped something of hers from his
back pocket when they left.  We just wanted to return it to her... is
she around?"

I couldn't answer.  

"Listen... uh, if she isn't, Tina and I could come back another time. 
We kinda wanted to talk to her. You see, we've been having some
problems with our marriage..."

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