We were young, still enjoying the newness of marriage and the exploration of sex. Both of us were virgins before we got married, had often played together prior to our wedding but only to the extent of oral sex. After we were our marriage, hungry for each other, we sucked and fucked as often as time allowed.  

Charie was one of those women who, in public, was always the model of decorum and class. She had been raised in the church and was bent upon fulfilling her religious obligations. We attended church regularly, where Charie taught Sunday school, and we had both sang in the choir. 

On our honeymoon trip to New York City were enticed into a porn shop on Times Square where there was a screening room and I introduced Charie to her first porno flick. She was afflicted with guilt but driven by the titillation of the film and masturbated, actually climaxing several times. The film was of two men on one woman, something my wife had never conceived of before that time. The men were both hung, but I am large also, so, having been with only one man the large endowment of the actors seemed normal to her.  

Quite often, after our honeymoon, after having fucked to satiation she would wondered out loud what it would be like to be ravished by more than one man, like she had seen in the movie. I found the conversation stimulating but never imagined that anything like that would ever happen to us. From my own point of view, however, I often found my self becoming looking at attractive women and wondering what sex with them would be like. 

After our first year of marriage I had been transferred by my employer to the city of Huntington, West Virginia. It was 1964. We had no children at the time and none planned for the next five. Charie found a teaching job Huntington and, as we settled into the new community, we became members of large church where, once again, Charie taught Sunday school and we both joined of the choir. 

The choir director, John Welsh, was a handsome man of about 6'2" with penetratingly blue eyes. He appeared to keep himself very fit, the rumor being that he had been a football star at one of the church affiliated universities in Kentucky. John's wife Penny, a stunningly attractive and vivacious blonde, was the church organist, playing the piano and accompanying the choir as well.

One night after choir practice we walked out to our cars in the parking lot. Penny looked at John in a questioning manner and then asked if we drank. It had always been of interest to me that most people drank, but those involved in churches, particularly of the Baptist variety south of the Mason-Dixon Line, made a big deal about it. Many people went to the extreme of hiding liquor in their homes, fearing that other church members might find out they drank and think them sinners. But Huntington was a "dry" town and we could buy liquor in a state store, but not in a restaurant. 

"Yes," we replied to Penny's question and both she and her husband seemed relieved. They told us that, being our age, they wanted to get to know us better and asked us to go out to dinner with them on Saturday, after which we could all go to the Club. 

That was another strange thing about the state at the time. A "club" was, in a manner of speaking, a nightclub where one could by liquor off premises and drink it at the club--there were two in town. These establishments offered a comfortable candlelit room with white table cloths and a personal locker for each member. After being seated a waiter would come, take your drink order and accept the member's key where he would retrieve the member's liquor and have drinks mixed by a bartender.

Being new to the community we were looking for friends and both Charie and I were pleased to accept the invitation. Both couples were young in the midst of a middle age world. Besides, I couldn't help viewing Penny in a lustful way. Her breasts were larger than Charie's and appeared to be perfectly formed and I wished that I could see them in the flesh.
  
We bonded nicely with John and Penny at dinner, we found a great deal in common, but it seemed strange not being able to order wine with dinner. We talked about how we met our spouses, the fact that neither of us wanted children until we had been married at least five years, and we talked about the church and how stuffy the congregation was a whole.
 
It was Saturday night and the club was busy. It was no more than a dimly lit room with a bar at the end and restrooms on either end of the bar. John said that is was called a key club. I couldn't resist the urge to make a joke and said, "I had a different opinion of a key club," I told about how we had gone to the Playboy Club and were given a large paper key as a pass.  Penny joined the conversation by telling us that she heard about key clubs where couples would meet at each other's homes, throw their car keys in a pile and pick out another couple's keys--then drive home with the wife of the driver of whom the keys belonged.  

Charie gave me a very accusatory look, wondering how I could have brought up such a subject with members of our church that we were trying to impress. I thought I had really made a mistake and couldn't wait for the drinks to come. When they did John offered a toast to "new beginnings." After a couple of drinks our conversation opened up. Once again, it was Penny who, giggling nervously, got the conversation going by saying, "Do you think they have any of those key clubs in Huntington?" John glanced at her, then looked at us and shrugged his shoulders as if to say, "My blonde wife."

"I read a book about it once," Penny continued. "It seems funny, but all of the characters in the book were normal people just like us. They were just curious what it would be like to go to bed with another person's husband...or wife.

"Well," Charie said, "maybe if they were taking care of each other in bed they wouldn't be so curious." She blushed then reached for my hand smiled, as if to to make a statement about our happiness as a couple.
 
John looked at me and I shrugged. 

"I know it's not considered normal in our society," Penny said, "but maybe some people just need more...or maybe they are just... insatiably curious."

"Curious, Or just insatiable?" Charie challenged. She looked at me, then at Penny then John.

Penny's cheeks glowed pink. "I mean...I've heard of women who are nymphomaniacs...they just have to have lots of sex." Here eyes darted to her husband then to Charie and she went on. "I know that I shouldn't be saying this to a church member, but haven't you ever looked at a man who just turned you on and wished that you could have sex with him?"

John and I both looked at each other and rolled our eyes. I was amazed that the conversation was going this way and, even though I was uncomfortable, hoped it would continue. John just rolled his eyes again and proclaimed Penny's blondness..

"I can't imagine having sex with anybody else other than my husband," Charie said in defense. She eyed me and smiled, but fidgeting with her hands. Penny must have struck a nerve.

"I shouldn't be talking this way Charie, we're just getting to know you, and already I've managed to upset you." Her eyes begged forgiveness from John.  "I'm sorry," she said, "It must have been the drinks.
" 
That night when we went to bed Charie seemed distant." She really upset you honey, didn't she," I said.

She was silent for a while then blurted out: "You would hate me Gary if I hadn't said that I couldn't imagine having sex with another man."

"You mean you have baby?"

She was silent for a long time. Then sheepishly she said, "Yes."

I smiled to myself then said, "Well sweetie, I've thought of having sex with a lot of women--but haven't."

"But guys are supposed to think that way honey," she argued, "For a woman to admit to that would make her a slut. I feel ashamed Gary. Do you hate me?" This penitence came after a full year of telling me how she wondered what another man would feel like inside her. Her conversation stimulated me to an immediate erection.

"Who have you been imagining that you would like to have sex with Charie," I asked.

"Are you getting angry with me Gary?"

I took her hand and wrapped her fingers around my substantial erection and said, "If I were mad baby, do you think that I would have gotten this hard?"

She laid her head on my chest, the air from her nostrils washing my bare skin (I always sleep in the nude). Her hand gently grasped my hardness and moved the loose outer skin of my cock up and down, stroking to please me. She was quiet... but something was on her mind. "You didn't answer my question baby, I said." She didn't answer, just kept slowly stroking. "Baby?" I asked again, feeling her hand exciting my cock, imagining the man sitting across the table from me that night spreading Charie's legs and mounting her, sliding his cock inside her and, with her toes stabbing at the ceiling, fucking her to a wild orgasm.  

"Baby?" I asked again, "who do you imagine you would like to be fucking?" 

It was like the voice of a little girl who had done something wrong and was confessing to her father when she said, "John."

The announcement made me explode. My balls released my load with a force that I hadn't experienced since I was thirteen years old. Charie lifted her face, my sticky sperm sagging from her forehead to her nose. Stifling a sob of relief she gasped, "Oh, darling. You were excited about it too!

My initial explosion was a preamble to a long and passionate night. In the morning the sheets on our bed were bunched up, still damp from the soaking that came from our bodily fluids. Charie's hair, ordinarily soft and silky, was matted and stuck together, like she had sculpted it with Mousse. The large lips of her pussy were red and puffy, almost raw. My cock was chaffed, burning to my touch, my testicles feeling as if they had been squeezed in a vise. Our love making had been so avaricious that we smelled like athletes after a long and hard fought contest. But perspiration was only one component of our redolence. We both had an epiphany that transported us to insatiable lust and were both exhausted... not really in the mood for church.

Since the experience in the porno shop in New York city Charie had discussed her curiosity of what another man's penis would feel like inside her.  I never discouraged her fantasy.  But the mere suggestion of sex with John and Penny at first had filled us at first with feelings of guilt, then sent us into a passionate interaction which we pursued with wild abandon. There was no question that we were both in need of R&R, a respite to insure that we didn't do permanent damage to our sexual assets.

The coffee and hot showers mitigated our sluggishness to a certain extent but, as we drove to church that Sunday morning we drove feeling that we wouldn't be fucking for a while, just wanting to rest our wounded bodies.

After what I had imagined about John and Penny, whether it was true or not, participating in the choir would never be the same. While sitting in the choir loft during Church, watching Penny play the organ, my eyes fixated on the mounds beneath her robe. When she played I could see them bounce and wondered if her nipples were stimulated by the friction created with the fabric of her bra. I cursed my eyes when my penis began to swell. And when we stood to sing I winced as my raw, plumping member burned at the touch of my underwear. 

With both John and Penny it was business as usual. There were no further looks or remarks that might have indicated that last night had even taken place. But in the parking lot, after church, John and Penny caught up with us. "We really enjoyed your company last night," he said. "Would you like to do it again?" Penny smiled hopefully.

"It was a great evening," I said looking at Charie shaking my head, "A great evening... and the conversation was fun."

"Am I forgiven for speaking inappropriately?" Penny asked.

Coming to her aid Charie said, "You were just sharing what was on your heart Penny...Actually; Gary and I talked quite a bit about what you said. I don't know if I am ready to agree with it all but we both thought your point of view was interesting." 

"I just don't like being a phony," Penny said, "I'm not saying that you are Charie. It's just...if I feel comfortable with a friend; I like to say what's on my mind."

John jumped in, "So, shall we go to dinner again? We can finish off at the club again and..." He wanted to continue but thought better of it. 

By Tuesday Charie and I were back in the saddle, enjoying the rides even more. After discovering the excitement thoughts of sex with John and Penny brought to us it seemed that when we made love there was a new dimension to our every action. Without verbal communication on the subject we both looked to possibilities that Saturday night might uncover. 

At choir practice in the middle of the week John was all business. Penny did her competent job at the piano with no interchange and after practice we parted, saying that we would see each other Saturday night.

All day Saturday, fantasizing what I thought possible, I couldn't keep my mind off Penny. Neither of us shared our thoughts with the one another, but each time I looked at Charie she smiled with new sparkle in her eyes. 

We both took longer than usual in getting ready. While I was taking my shower I closed my eyes under the warm water and visualized Penny naked. My nine inch cock felt even bigger in my hand as I masturbated, wanting to cum and take the edge off. I didn't embarrass myself by popping my load like a teenager if the excitement of a possible encounter with Penny actually took place.

As Charie was drying her hair, I noticed that her nipples were reddened and plumped. She had a wonderfully slim hourglass body. Her breasts were much smaller than Penny's, but her nipples were well oversized for her breasts. It was then that I began having doubts. "Have you thought Charie that we might be acting like a couple of kids? Maybe we're setting ourselves up for a disappointment."

"I don't think so Gary," she said, "Maybe it won't happen tonight but the way John looks at me I know he wants to fuck me."  

We dressed for dinner--that was the drill in the 60s. I wore a suit, white shirt and tie. Men's underwear was either white boxers, or white briefs. I wore boxers because I loved my wife to feel my hard-on whenever we danced. Charie wore sexy lace white panties, a white garter belt and dark hose (thigh-highs were a long way off. A "proper" lady wore a girdle to hold her stockings up, but Charie was a bit of a rebel.) She wore a matching lace bra and a black sheath dress that went just below her knees. On her feet she wore black peau-de-soie pumps with three inch stiletto heals.
 
John and Penny were to pick us up at seven. At 6:52 there was a knock on the door. 
I opened the door expecting to see only John coming to collect us, but standing next to him was Penny. She looked gorgeous in her dark purple sheath dress with matching peau-de-soie high heels that made me want to smooth my hands over her beautifully sculptured ankles and calves. 

I invited them in and they compliments about how nice our apartment was. We lived in a second floor apartment in a four unit building. Biting the bullet we paid more for a two bedroom because we wanted to encourage members of our family to visit us. Charie came out of the bedroom, putting on her left earring as she walked. Both John and Penny looked her up and down; each complimented her dress. John asked if he could use the bathroom and disappeared. We didn't sit down because we had to leave for our 7:30 reservations. 

Coming back through the kitchen John said," Two bedrooms; nice. Wish we had two bedrooms. This would be a great place for a... party. Have you ever had overnight guests?" He seemed to be covering a lot of bases. Looking at Penny he said with a chuckle, "If we had two bedrooms we could sleep around."

Penny saw us Charie and I looking at one another and clarified, "He means we could fuck in one bedroom tonight and then the other tomorrow night."

Unacustomed to coarse language coming from such a consummate church lady Charie's cheeks turned red. She dumbfounded all of us, especially me, when she said looking at John, "In that case, maybe we could just order a pizza, and you and Penny could try out the guest bedroom while we're waiting for it to be delivered."

John and Penny looked at each other thinking that Charie's remark was made sarcastically. "Oh Charie," Penny said, "I apologize. I don't know what got into me. I'm not usually this crude." She reached for Charie's hand and said, "Will you forgive me honey?"

Penny's use of the word "fuck" in our presence had an aphrodisiac effect on me. The whole turn of events amazed me. The color in Charie's face had faded somewhat, but her eyes still glowed. Her gaze penetrated Penny's as if she was getting ready to throw down the gauntlet. 

"Penny," she said, "Who do you think you are to come into our house and use a word like fuck in our presence?" Her eyes blazed and I thought the evening would come to an abrupt end. "We've never used that word in conversation with another couple. It's a private word...between us. I can't believe what I just heard."

John looked at Penny who was shrinking with guilt. He was obviously uncomfortable, skulking back toward the door like he was preparing for a quick getaway. I was just embarrassed by the whole thing, feeling foolish for having such wild thoughts in the first place, wishing there was a Scotty to beam me up. 

"Look at what you've done to my poor Gary," Charie continued, her lips curling into a wry smile, "He looks like he has a banana in his shorts," then casting Penny an accusatory glance at Penny, "All because of you."

The bulge of my prominent cock made an impressive display and, before I could cover it with my hands, all eyes looked me in the crotch. I guess all those conversations brought on by the porno movie in the adult book store in New York City, about how much she wondered what another cock would feel like inside her hand emboldened her. She was about to make it clear to all of us that she wasn't going to wait for delayed gratification.

Charie laughed then continued, "My poor baby gets a hard-on every time he sees you Penny. And John...ever since last Saturday night I get wet every time I hum the music we've been practicing." She hesitated, braced herself to hold back her emotions and continued, "So, I have to ask myself John, when your wife talked about fucking in one bedroom tonight and another tomorrow night, did she also think about fucking another man tonight in another bedroom? I did, and I'm going to." I was dumbfounded. "So," Charie said, "what does everybody want on the want on the pizza?"

So here we were, all dressed for the evening, at home waiting for a pizza to be delivered. Charie had situated all of our candles around the apartment (we used thirty in our bedroom when made love). She had wrapped a dishtowel around the base of my cock to keep cum stains off my dark suit and was working her mouth on my cock, at the same time flicking and rubbing her clitoris with her finger. We were both excited by the wild, muffled sounds of John and Penny's passions leaking through the thin door of our guest bedroom. This was a fitting prelude to what we now knew would happen, and the mysteries yet to come.

I heard the barely audible noises of John and Penny's frolic from the bedroom, which was an incredible turn-on. Charie was sucking my cock but in my mind it was Penny's mouth which, before the evening was out, would know the taste of my semen. I wanted to wait until I heard Penny' orgasm before popping my wad and, even though I had masturbated earlier in the shower, I needed to squeeze the cheeks of my ass together to keep from cumming. When I heard Penny's muffled cry of, "Yess, yess, oh yessss," I relaxed my ass and filled Charie's mouth with my load. Squirming, she pulled her mouth off my cock, looking up at me with her doe eyes, smiling with a trickle of my semen dribbling from the corner of her mouth, then froze, her finger having worked her clit to her own release. We were startled by a knock on the door...our pizza had arrived.
 
Charie arranged the pizza on the coffee table in the living room, brought a basket-bottle of Chianti from the kitchen and poured four glasses. She nodded to me and I went to the guest bedroom door and knocked. "Pizza's here."

I shed my coat and took off my tie. Leaning against my legs, Charie had kicked off her heels and was sitting on the floor with her legs curled under her when the door to the bedroom opened. Penny came out first. She had stripped the top sheet from the bed and wrapped it around her like a toga, her nipples showing prominently through the thin fabric. John came through the door in stocking feet tucking his white shirt into his pants and zipping up his fly.

Holding her arms out wide Penny stood before us and said, "The latest fashion from Rome." Then, "I hope you don't mind that I am using your sheet... there were too many clothes to put back on and I didn't want to come to the table naked. Besides," wrinkling her nose and grinning, "we kind of messed up your bed."

Charie just smiled at her and said, "Sleeping around has a way of making beds messy... we're going to have to change the beds in the morning anyway. So, what's a sheet between friends?"

"Charie's my kind of woman," John said to me, pulling the arm chair closer to the coffee table and sitting down.

"That remains to be seen," I said, my exercised cock beginning to iron out its wrinkles again.

Penny sat on the floor across from Charie. She picked up her wine glass and held it out. "To Church friends," she said and laughed.

We all echoed, "To church friends," clinking glasses and then tipping them to our lips.

The wine warmed my stomach and I felt like a man of the world, wicked and ready for an evening of debauchery. Honoring the woman in the toga I said, "Let the games begin," and looked into Penny's laughing eyes.

Holding my gaze she replied, "I love games and, from the size your bat seems to be I might be in for some heavy innings." Looking over at Charie, she asked, "Is Gary's the biggest cock you've ever had?"

Charie directed her answer to John. "Gary's is the only cock I've ever had. But I have an idea that tonight will improve my batting average." She stood, walked over to John's chair and lowered herself into his lap. "Do you mind?" she asked, looking over at me to make sure that I approved.

Thinking how brazen my sweet wife had become in such a short period of time, I nodded and smiled.  Then, looking at Penny, I patted the seat beside me. She complied, sat next to me and nestled close. 

John draped his arm over Charie' shoulder and pulled her closer. She took his hand and placed it on her breast. It was clear that she wasn't going let this evening slip away without being introduced to John's cock. 

"Are you sure you've never done this before Charie?" Penny asked.

"Nope, I haven't," Charie said, returning her gaze. "I don't have the advantage of your experience Penny... but that doesn't mean I haven't thought about it more than once."

The pizza and wine satisfied our need to eat. Candle light made the ambience of the room conducive to deep stirrings and it wasn't long before we were all necking, at first lightly pecking then with wet slurps...a delicious preamble to the evening. 
Penny's lips were delicious, her breasts, through the thin fabric of the sheet, were soft to my touch. The excitement of experiencing another woman was almost feverish, my cock straining to get loose of my restrictive suit trousers. The knowledge that I would soon be experiencing the pleasures of this exciting woman, coupled with the knowledge that my wife was on the verge of fucking John's brains out, had my balls ready to explode. We needed a signal to start and Charie provided it.

"Um, honey," she said, "I think you and Penny should use the master bedroom. "I want John to fuck me on the same bed he fucked Penny." She rose quickly from John's lap, took his hand and said, "Have a good time you two."
 


The sound of John laughing and Charie giggling behind the closed door caused us both to grin. I imagined Charie's dress going over her head and her standing in her garter belt and hose, her petite breasts mounding demurely at the top of her low-cut bra. I looked at Penny and said, "What are you thinking?"

"She's on the pill, right?" Penny said. I responded that she was and her eyes got all dreamy when she said, "I love the thought of my husband's uncircumcised cock cumming in your wife's pussy...that's gonna be nice."

I felt self-conscious that my cock had been cut and asked, "What makes you think that I've been circumcised?"

"Most guys are," she came back, "But what you've got honey..." she stopped talking and bent forward, fumbled with my fly and managed my zipper down, "is..." Her hand reached in and I felt her fingers wrap around me, and then pull me out, "a cock that John would be proud to be swinging...and I'd love to be riding," taking a better look at my cock she gasped, "God, you're big."

As her mouth covered the head of my cock my eyes bugged out and I bucked my hips. She sucked it in a couple of inches, backed off and took me deep inside her mouth until my glans touched the back of her throat, which made her gag slightly. She pulled all the way off, looked up at me in wonder and said, "I've never had a cock that big inside me and I don't want to wait for years before I do." 

Standing, she took my hand and said, "Take a couple of candle Gary; I don't want the lights on, but I want to be able to see what we are doing." She walked ahead of me carrying a candle in each hand, her willowy body casting shadows on the wall. As I followed my erect penis, protruding through my fly, waggled from side to side. I slowed as I went past the guest bedroom door but heard nothing and wondered what they were doing; my imagination ran free. 

Penny stood in the bedroom doorway anxiously beckoning me to hurry.  As the sheet dropped to the floor, even though the lighting was dim, I could see her marvelously shaped body, her ample breasts, the large brown circle of her areolas and her light brown pubic triangle. Her sculptured legs would arouse any male's passions. There was no part of her body that wasn't a turn-on--at least to me. 

Closing the door behind me I set the two candles on the dresser. Penny set hers on the night stands on either side of the bed and sat down and said seductively, "get dressed for bed big boy." The mirror emphasized the light from the candles and washed the walls with a dusky hue. Penny could hardly wait for me to strip off my shirt, my pants and my boxers, before her hand was on my cock. "God," she said, "I've always dreamed of being fucked by something this big." With a girlish giggle she bent down and touched the tip of my oozing head with her tongue and with her hand, jerked the loose outer skin of my shaft up and down.  Her tongue slathered the silky precum around my purplish head then, lifting my shaft, tickled the groove on the bottom of my glans. 

She knew the spot well and her expert licking caused me to "ooh" and splay my legs, wiggling them excitedly. With her saliva gathered in a pool on her tongue she moistened me and her lips glided smoothly over the wet coating. Taking half of it's length into her mouth her tongue waggled over the underside of my shaft, then took more until she gagged quietly when my head touched her soft palate. Backing off, her lips slid repeatedly in shorter thrust and her tongue swirled around my electrified flesh. 

Through the wall of the adjoining room I heard my wife's muted giggle, and imagined that John was eating her pussy. I didn't wanting Penny to think she had to ask so I stood up and pulled my cock from her mouth. She responded with a," no," to which I assured, "I just want to eat your pussy while you suck my cock; is that alright?"

"It's more than alright sweetie," she purred and stretched out on the bed with her knees bent and her legs opened wide.

I heard the creaking of the bed in the next room. John was fucking Charie. I was truly excited about our new experience and hadn't, as I had expected, become the least bit jealous. The sound sent goose bumps over my entire body and my passion intensified as I lowered my cock to Penny's mouth, wrapping my arms around her thighs, pulling them higher and wider, and probing my tongue into the crack of her luscious cunt. I had completely forgotten that she and John had fucked before the pizza came and was intrigued by the taste that his cum added to her succulent pussy, making it taste like the Japanese sushi delicacy, Uni (Sea Urchin).

She sucked me deep and long then in short slurps, moaning while I teased her clitoris, sucked her labia in and out, and explored all of her pussy that my tongue would reach. Her tongue was on my balls, licking, tickling and her hand, wrapped around my cock, stroked the loose outer skin. I felt like I was going to cum but was able to forestall it by squeezing the cheeks of my ass tight. The crisis passed and I raised her legs high and licked her puckered asshole, which causing her first shuddered orgasm. It was a whimper more than a moan or scream but I was pleased that I had gotten off to a good start.

I wanted to do more but was restrained by the position so I stood back up and pulled her legs, dragging her until her ass was resting on the edge of the bed. On my knees on the floor I covered her pussy with my mouth and began tickling the underside of her ass with my pinkie finger. "Yes, I love it," Penny cooed.
 
Through the wall, the creaking of the bed accelerated and I could hear John's muffled grunts coupled with Charie's 'ooh, ooh, oohs." John screamed "Yes!" and then there was silence. I was beside myself, knowing that my wife had just been fucked in the next room, that another man had just cum inside her "one-man" pussy while her one man was having his way with her fucker's most delicious wife.

I raised Penny's legs and puckered my lips on her anus, gathered saliva in my mouth and squirted it inside. "I love it," She sighed. Then, I slowly slid my middle finger inside her ass, and slid two fingers of my other hand inside her pussy. With the thumb of the same hand I caressed her juice slickened clitoris, moved my fingers in and out, making sure that the finger in her ass pushed through her anal wall and made contact with the fingers on the other side. Faster and faster my fingers fucked Penny's orifices and she undulated faster and faster to match my thrusts...finally stiffening then shuddering and calling out, "Oh God," while climaxing again.

She rested in my arms letting her breathing come down. "That's twice," she said, "This is better than I had hoped for... and we haven't even fucked."

Laying my head on her soft abdomen, listening to her quiet inner rumblings, I reached up and caressed her breasts. I felt more and more like the lover I considered myself to be. Her nipples hardened and I rolled them between my fingers and thumbs. I knew that I could pinch Charie's nipples real hard but was tentative about Penny's. 

The other bedroom door opened and then I heard the bathroom door close.

"Harde," she said, and I knew it wasn't something just peculiar to my wife. 

The toilet flushed, and the door opened, then closed again.

I squeezed harder until Penny's body began to writhe then I released and she climaxed again, this time with a long and high pitched, "ooh."

The toilet flushed again and the door opened, followed by the sound of the other bedroom door closing.
 
"You're doing marvelously well Gary," Penny assured me then giggled softly. "Sound's like they're going for their second round. Are you sure you're alright with this?"

"I'm better than alright," I said.

"It's funny," she said, it's usually the wives who have to be talked into this. Charie jumped at it. You two are very natural at this. I can't believe you haven't done it before."

"Maybe we've been waiting for the right couple to come along," I said, still finding it hard to believe I was here with Penny in my bed.
 
I raised her legs again and spread them wide, pressed my thumbs on her puffy lips and parted them with a wet click then licked from her asshole to her clitoris. The slurpy noises intensified as my mouth, my tongue and her pussy became sopping wet. I pucker my lips on her vagina and, gathering all the breath my lungs would hold, I slowly expelled my hot air into the moist darkness of her vaginal canal, expanding her gradually. She lifted her head and looked through her cleavage into my eyes, which were fixed on hers. They widened enough that I could see a margin of white. Knowing I had shown her something she had never experienced pleased me. My hand was flat on her tummy and I could feel it expand with my breath. Sucking my breath out I collapsed her walls, pulling them tightly against each other. Her head dropped and her palms slapped the mattress as she expelled a primal grunt. Blowing and sucking again and again I was thrilled at her reaction, listening to her grunt and slap the mattress again, again and again. "Oh my God! Oh God! Shit!" she yelled, her breath coming in short gasps, "Oh fuck; where the hell did you learn that?"

Silently I let it pass and positioned her back on the bed, spread her legs and kneeled between them. Holding my cock in my right hand I opened her pussy with the thumb and forefinger of my left and leaned forward until the head of my cock was kissing the portal of her moist tunnel, then leaned gently forward. She was tighter than Charie so I took my time, making delicate probes until the rim of my had had popped inside her vaginal sphincter. Her eyes told the story. They were wide and unbelieving. "Please be gentle," she said with caution in her voice. I laughed and she asked, "What are you laughing at?" 

"I just wouldn't have imagined a woman with your experience asking me to be gentle."

"I never knew what a cock this big would feel like Gary," she said. "It's one thing to imagine but maybe a little more intimidating to anticipate."

Very slowly I continued probing, jabbing a quarter of an inch at a time. Her eyes bugged out expectantly with each probe. Then, all of a sudden, there was no further resistance and my cock slid deep inside until our pubic hair matted and laced together and my balls nestled between the cheeks of her ass. Resting on my elbow, I savored the feeling of being inside this lovely woman's well fucked, yet tight, pussy.

"Gracious," she said, expelling a gulp of air, "This fucking beautiful. You--are--so--God--damned--big."

I backed my cock slowly out until my head tantalized her gspot, then probed a two inch area until her legs flayed and her hips undulated in erogenous titillation, finally pushing, sliding all the way back in.

"I can't fuckin believe it, "she rasped." And I loved her use of dirty words.

I repeated the pull-out, probing and long slide, then slowly and deliberately fucked her cunt with long slow strokes, feeling her tight warm sponge open and close as it was being filled and evacuated. Her legs frog-kicked, her toes pointing to the ceiling as if they were trying to touch it, and her head wagged wildly back and forth, her silky blond hair twining into a disobedient mesh. 

She wrapped me tightly with her legs pulling me toward her, reached her arms around my back and beckoned me to press against her nakedness. My cock tingled deep inside her moist tunnel as the compression of her breast on my chest and the total kiss of our skin sent elegant shivers up and down my spine.

"When we first met you and Charie at church," she said, "it seemed that you two had something special. I imagined then that you were a wonderful lover and told John that we should pursue you as friends." She was silent for a moment, then said, "I've cum three times and you haven't even cum once." She spread her arms wide and her legs opened their vised grip. "Fuck me Gary," she command, "ravish me with your huge meat."

I wanted to make sure that I showed her my best, and, to her consternation, I pulled my cock out of her pussy causing a comical "pop." Then standing, I turned her over on her stomach and pulled her up on her knees. 

"Doggie," she purred with delight and laid her head on her crossed arms, thrusting her heart shaped ass high in the air. My length and thickness slid back inside her welcoming clam, "Oh yes Gary; I love fucking doggie," she hissed.

In long, hard strokes we fucked, her ass loudly slapping my abdomen as she bucked back against my thrusts. I put my middle finger in my mouth getting it wet and sloppy, then probed her anus, opened it and began finger fucking her ass, pushing through her anal wall, pushing my cock tighter into her vagina. She was wild with ecstasy, her head wagging uncontrollably, her hair flailing in unordered whips. Making pig-like snorts she met my thrusts, my pendulous balls swinging under and hitting her hirsute mound. 'Slap, slap, slap.' The dam was ready to burst and I barked out, "Penny, I'm gonna cum!" 

Air escaped from her lips in a razzberry buzz and she shrieked, "Yes Gary, yes, yes, yes. Oh God, yes!"

I felt the sharp stab of my first spasm as the trapdoor broke open, and my knees almost collapsed. Each spurt filled me with animal possessiveness and the thrill of performance achievement. Each stroke became slipperier as the walls of her cylinder took the lubrication of my piston. My stomach muscles ached from exertion but I didn't want to stop. She was now on all fours, her head vibrating wildly, her mouth blowing specks of saliva on my hands and on the bed. Our fucking now produced sloppy "futching" sounds and bubbles formed at the ring around my cock, forcing white rivulets to sag down my scrotum. My strokes were now both agony and ecstasy, the contact of my tender head confusing pain with pleasure. 

Penny collapsed on the bed, beating the mattress with her fists three or four times, her breath escaping with long ooh, oooh, oooohs. I fell on her back with my nose in her hair, protecting her from my total weight with my elbows. We gasped for breath feeling beads of sweat forming between our bodies, and settled slowly.

I turned her back into the front of my body, bending her knees with mine and spooning, my right arm draped over her side, cupping and caressing her breast.
As we lay there we heard the other bedroom door open again, and then the bathroom door close.

Penny purred, "We're falling behind Gary. They've done it twice."

"Does that bother you Penny?" I asked.

"Not at all," she replied, "I've never had a better 'only once." She was quiet for a while then her body began to shake. I thought she might be crying, the peals starting almost silently, building louder and louder into uproarious laughter.

Tickled by her laughter I couldn't help adding my own, wondering what John and Charie might be thinking in the other room, if they heard. Then in a wave of confusion I drifted from self-satisfaction to self-doubt, wondering if I was being laughed at or laughed with. But the doubt was quickly clarified.

"My body is still tingling," Penny said with amazement. She started to laugh again, struggling to stifle her amusement and said in a loud whisper, "I've never had so many fucking orgasms at one time," again breaking into laughter. Her laughter subsided but her body kept shaking and she began to sob. 

I wasn't sure of the reason. So I just cuddled her, caressed her breasts, snuggled close and kissed the back of her neck until her sobs subsided into just a quick catch of breath, and then almost total relaxation. I thought she might be falling asleep when she asked:

"Can I ask you to do something Gary?" Before I could answer I was distracted by the other bedroom door opening again, and the bathroom door closing.

"I can't fucking believe them," Penny said shrugging her shoulders, "Does Charie have a small bladder?" Without waiting for my answer she asked, "Would you mind doing my clit again..?"

In looking back on my 66 years I still think of that night as something out of a storybook. There I was, in bed with the voluptuous wife of the choir director of our church while my wife was in the next room fucking the choir director like a nymphomaniac on Spanish fly. This is the kind of story you can only get in the adult section of the library or, more appropriately, in an adult bookstore.  But, it really happened...


"I think they are finished," Penny said in a very relaxed voice.

Penny and I had been cuddling for the last twenty minutes. It was delicious having her naked body so completely nestled into mine. From the first time she asked me to play with her clitoris, after our marvelous sex, until now, she had had three more orgasms. I had imagined that Penny and I would have fucked over and over again, like John and Charie had been doing in the next room, like Charie and I always did; my wife had a voracious appetite for fucking. But with Penny it was long and luscious foreplay, exquisite fucking and erotic afterglow, all adding up to the most fulfilling sex I had ever experienced. 
   
We heard the bathroom door close and, after a few moments, it opened again, and then after another interval opened again. I heard Charie's voice say: "Would you like a brandy, John?" He answered yes. Then I heard Charie clinking glasses. I knew that it was time for us to get up.

"Are you alright Penny?" I asked.

"Mmmm, I'm so alright Gary. But, I'm sad that I have to go."

"So, is this what you expected?" I asked.

"I don't want to get up Gary. I've never been loved so completely but I still want to lay here and have more orgasms. I want to suck your cock; God, it's so big, and have you eat me over and over again. But we have to get up."

We walked out of the bedroom, Penny once again wrapped in the sheet. She went into the other bedroom to gather her clothes and get dressed. I walked through the kitchen, into the living room. John was dressed, his white shirt was open at the top, "Good, huh?" he said, He looking at me in my robe. Charie was sitting by herself on the couch, wrapped in the bottom bed sheet that had wet spots all over it. She held the brandy snifter under her nose, her face devoid of makeup, and looked up through her eyebrows. She looked sophisticated and contented.
 
"Yeah, it was great," I said, "better than I had anticipated."

"Ditto," he said, "Gives us lots to think about, huh?"

"Lots," I said, hearing Charie swallow a deep giggle. I turned as Penny came into the room, all dressed, her hair brushed as if she just got out of bed in the morning, her face clean and washed.

"What do you think John?" Penny said, "We'd better get home... church's gonna come early in the morning."

John got up, set his brandy down and walked toward Penny by the door. It seemed a strange parting, I took Charie's hand and helped her up and we went to the door to say good-bye to our guests, who were now so proper. I put my arm around Charie, pulling her close to my side, feeling the wet spots on the sheet wrapped around her, and smelled the redolence of sex.

"Thanks for a wonderful evening John said, looking first at me and then at Charie."

"The pleasure was ours," I said, looking at Penny. "We both look forward to another such evening."

"Many I hope," Charie said.

We closed the door and Charie, standing wrapped in her damp and redolent sheet, looked at me sheepishly. "Do you hate me honey?"

I remembered the girl in the car who, two and a half years ago pleaded with me not to put my cock in her pussy, the wife with whom I had enjoyed wild sex for the last year and half, the woman who after visiting the porn shop in New York City who became obsessed with having another man's cock in her pussy. "Let me just say this, my love," I said, "you are a different girl than the one who stopped me from fucking you in the car that December night. I thought perhaps that John and Penny would be the aggressors. But you stole the show."

"Do you hate me honey?" she repeated, her question making me hard again.

"Did you have a nice time tonight honey?" I asked.

She looked at me with her big blue eyes that welled with tears and I took her in my arms, caressed her tenderly, feeling the wet evidence of hers and John's sex. "I love you baby, and, tonight was the most exciting thing that has ever happened in our marriage." I felt her melt into me, relaxing from what she had feared. "Right now honey I'm so horny for you. I want to eat your pussy and taste John's cum and I want you to suck my cock and taste Penny's pussy."

"Oh God," she said, flexing her knees like a little girl needing to go to the bathroom. "Oh baby, I love you so much. You make me such a happy woman."

Picking her up in my arms I carried her into the bedroom, laid her on the bed and opened the sheet. I dropped my robe to the floor, my hard cock flexing and waggling and climbed onto the bed, straddled her face then bent down the red and puffy lips of her pussy. She gobbled my cock, sucking, slurping and moaning in muffled gasps. Taking my cock out of her mouth she gasped, "Oh God Gary, I can smell Penny's pussy on your cock." 

I liked what she said and liked it even better when she sucked me deep into her mouth again. But, I was busy licking and kissing her cunt, tasting the difference of tonight in comparison to all of our other nights together. I licked her semen laced juices around and around her clitoris and she came with an ecstatic whoop, then went back to my cock, intent on swallowing another of my loads. This went on for over an hour, Charie experiencing orgasm after orgasm, and me cumming, wilting, and twenty minutes later, fucking her again and cumming from my overextended balls. 

Neither of us remembered going to sleep, but awoke in the morning, our arms and feet entwined. The bed was rumpled and so were we. I looked at my watch and it was 7:45. We had to be at church at 8:30. Neither of us felt like even a quickie. Our parts had been over-used and our minds were sated with sexual thoughts. It was good that we were going to a place where we could consider our souls. 
