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Lana helps out
I'm Eddie, my wife Lana and I have been happily married for 8 years -
which is why I was completely floored by the question 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
exactly what you would call "warm." She always dated other
good-looking,
snobbish athletes who ignored me and all of my friends.
Deb had the hottest looking mouth I'd ever seen - 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. He was a
good guy but quiet and never seemed to add much to the group. Even
though
the four of us spent some time together from then on, Tom and I never
hung out just the two of us. In fact, I was only friendly with him 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 last week and
immediately I could tell something was up.
"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 hard for Deb,
she gets
more enjoyment out of seeing Tom enjoy it. 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 all
the
time I'd known her. "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... 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. 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. I
started to actually consider this.
"So this doesn't have anything to do with us?" I asked.
"No Eddie! Absolutely not! I love you so much. I would never cheat on
you, you know that. This is just 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. My thoughts were all over the place. I
recalled a memory from one night at a college party. One of my friends
was really drunk and came up to me and pointed at Lana and said, "I
have
never seen an ass that small on a woman with tits that big." And it
was
true, too. My wife is fabulously well endowed - the best comparison is
to
the British model Lucy Pinder.
So anyway, no sooner had my friend said that then I called to Lana
across
the room. I 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 up high enough so we could see a few inches of her bra -
before abruptly pulling it back down, saying "no chance."
I remember I was instantly turned on, but it was because I had wanted
my
buddy to see her tits - I remember thinking I would tell him to touch
them too. Do I like the thought of sharing my wife? My head was
swimming
now with mixed emotions. Our life could be totally different if we did
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 with the neck 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."
******
To make a long story a little shorter, Deb's visit was nothing short of
a
disaster. I didn't know what to do with her, she didn't seem to be
into
it, and when I finally got pissed off and tried to fuck her ass she
screamed bloody murder and it just about ended the night. If you really
want to know the details, drop me a line and I'll fill you in. But it
isn't pleasant.
Deb woke me up at 6am the next morning. She was already in her
wheelchair
and needed help getting it downstairs. Apparently she had wheelchair
tennis that morning. So I helped her get downstairs, made her some
coffee, then saw her out the door and went back to bed. Only I
couldn't
get back to sleep. I kept thinking about Lana and what happened and
when
she was coming home.
******
It was 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. The kids
had been home for hours and I didn't particularly want them to see
her in
that state so I went down to open the door and quickly get her
upstairs.
"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.
My daughter was telling Lana about the sleepover when I noticed it. At
first I wasn't sure what it was, but sure enough, there was semen
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 looked at it, saw she had no where to wipe it, and
slurped
it in her mouth.
"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 and went upstairs to our bedroom.
I followed right behind her into the bedroom and closed the door. My
heart was pounding. "Are you OK, you're walking funny." 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 a little shy so 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 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.
"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 remembered how you told
me
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, 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 because he
wanted to
go out, 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. We ended up at 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. He took an ice cube from his glass and slowly put it outside my
shirt, against my nipple - the one closest to him. I looked around
because I didn'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 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 before, 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 noticed
them
when he came by to refill our 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! 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 probably 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 slapping the floor each time he jammed his
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 started 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 if I could 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 away 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 cum 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 do
you
think this is going to help you and Deb?'"
"Tom said, 'hell yeah. I'm going to be thinking about this the next
time
I fuck her. And then some.'"
"I said, 'what does that mean?'"
"He said, 'What do you think? When I'm doing what you're doing now.
Only
to myself. What about you?'"
"I thought I should tell him what he wanted to hear so I said, 'I'm
so
glad you said that, I'll be doing the same thinking about you.'"
"So then 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. My left hand 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 the terms
'jerking 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, '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 cum
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 had me sit on his lap while we ate. 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.' In the meantime, he 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 moan 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 cum, 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 got
some
Vaseline 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
shrieked 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 on 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 cum 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 need a nap.
"Deb and I 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 cum 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
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?"
"Honey," 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 stop by another time.
We
kinda wanted to talk to her. You see, we've been having some problems
with our marriage..."
*****
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