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It Happened One Night (FMF)
by Al Steiner (al_steiner@hotmail.com)
Date: Dec 1998 

***


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