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   On Wednesday we received a note in the mail.  It was in Penny's flowery
handwriting and she wrote:

   {Saturday night was more exciting than John and I could have
anticipated. When we first met you we felt a resonance that we had never
experienced with another couple and hoped we would become close friends. 
Who would have expected the kind of intimacy that developed?  I know,
Charie, you consider my mouth a bit randy and, perhaps, you might have
thought we have done this before.  But we are just as new at it as we
believe you two are.

   After finding out how amazing the experience was both John and I want to
continue.  We hope you do too.  But I think we need to take a breather
before we do.  This is such a small town and we need to be cautious to keep
tongues from wagging; it would be so easy for us to lose our jobs at the
Church!  But, even if that were to happen, we would hope our friendship
would continue.

   We wonder if your love making has become more intense since Saturday
night.  Ours certainly has.  And, during our love making, we can't do it
without thinking of the two of you, and wishing that we could all be
together in our nakedness.  We need to plan very carefully so our secret
can remain just that.  I'm sure we can work it all out to our mutual
satisfaction (smiling and getting wet).  Yours in the pursuit of intimacy,
Penny.}

   Penny told us that on Sunday morning, after our first episode, she sat
at the organ, the hard bench pressing against her bottom.  She told us how
she tingled from her ass to her clitoris and how her nipples were still
sensitive from Gary's vise-like pinching.  She heard the porcine minister
announce his sermon title: ALL HAVE SINNED AND HAVE COME SHORT OF THE GLORY
OF GOD.  How appropriate, she thought, and her body warmed at her flushing.


   She couldn't help glancing over at Gary and tried to repress the smile.
A glance at John earned a look of reproof.  A peripheral look at Charie
caught a smirk and a raise of her eyebrows.  As the minister droned she
uncrossed her legs.  Her robe was a marvelous thing, she said; she could
have been naked below and nobody would have known.  When she thought of
Saturday night and the nakedness of Gary's warm body, the tingling
intensified and she squirmed in her seat.  Careful not to turn her head she
looked over at Gary out of the corner of her eye, wondering when she and
John would be able to do it again.  She told us how she opened and closed
her legs and how wet she had gotten and wanted to touch herself.  Her hand
pushed down on her mound and she stretched her middle finger trying to make
a purchase on her clitoris.  The robe had too much material and she
couldn't make it happen so she crossed her legs again and pressed her
folded hands hard against her abdomen, trying to put some kind of pressure
on her uterus.  Clamping her thigh muscles she tightened her labia around
her clitoris then with her head bowed, feigning intense interest in the
words of the preacher, she closed her eyes and contracted her leg muscles,.

   She Looked out of the corners of her eyes at Gary, who seemed to have
nodded off, and thought of his big cock fucking her.  Chuckling silently
she reflected on her needless concern of the night before, that he might
hurt her.  But he was so gentle opening her so tenderly with his large
tapered helmet-like head that she imagined it going inside her pussy with
tiny jabs of his massive head, opening her little by little.  She
remembered how her vaginal sphincter relaxed and allowed his bulk to slide
deep inside.  In her mind Gary's cock was sliding in and out in long
strokes.  She could feel it filling her pussy, coming to a stop a fraction
of an inch from her cervix then sliding back out, her warm sponge closing
in front of his head as his shaft evacuated the tunnel.  The words echoed
in her mind, Fuck me Gary, fuck me, Fuck me as hard as you can!  The
intensity of her fantasy made her feel like she was going to burst.  And,
when the preacher came to an impassioned climax, saying, "...and go out and
sin no more!" Penny marveled at the well timed opportunity and was able to
cry out, "Amen, Amen!"

   There was a rustling in the congregation, coupled with a small chorus of
amens from the faithful, brought on by Penny's outburst.  The minister
smiled broadly, glancing over at Penny, his thumbs hooked in the fabric
under his arms, feeling truly like a man of God, a man who could move the
beautiful musician to such a level of rapture.  He looked at his wife and
smiled and she smiled proudly back, her jowled face turning and accepting
the adulation of the faithful.  Smiling at Penny, he announced the closing
hymn: "Nearer my God to Thee."
Penny wrote the note on Sunday afternoon and mailed it first thing
Monday morning.  All week she could think of nothing else.  True, the fact
that John and Charie had been fucking within earshot in the very next room
that night had titillated her.  When John and Charie first went in and Gary
and she were still in the living room, she thought, possibly, he might be
embarrassed or be having second thoughts.  He was not a macho kind of guy
like John...  rather gentle in fact.  She feared he might have been having
trouble following through with the plan but her fears vanished when they
got into the bedroom and she realized that Gary' gentleness was his
strength, the kind of strength she had yearned for in a man all her life.

And...  that beautiful, big cock that he used so gently.

   John was more of a wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am kind of a guy and there
seemed to be no limit to the number of times he could get hard and
ejaculate.  But Gary was such a gentleman.  When she was sucking him and he
was on the verge of cumming he let her know...  let her choose whether or
not she wanted his semen in her mouth.  John had never done that, not even
the first time, when they were in college, nor had any of her other "guys"
for that matter.

   On their way home from the party on Saturday night Penny told John how
big Gary's cock felt inside her, that it had fulfilled one of her long time
fantasies.  But what she didn't tell him was how gentle Gary was and that
he had filled an even greater need by loving her so gently and cuddling
with her so generously.  John's cock had always felt big enough for her and
she'd never bought into the myth of size.  But, she remembered how Gary's
cock had filled her mouth, even gagging her for a second, to which he
reacted, again concerned for her feelings.  In her heart of hearts she
would have loved to have been able to swallow all of him, something she had
never even done with her husband ...or wanted to.

   There was no such thing as penis envy in John's life.  He'd been an
honor student at Middle Kentucky Baptist College, captain of the football
team and president of the student body.  He led the Men's Glee Club and had
a very positive image of himself.  He was a perfect specimen of a man, and
he knew it.  So, a big cock had nothing on him.

   He told Penny that he had fucked Charie's brains out, and for that
matter, she did the same to him.  When they got home he showed Penny that
he'd torn his foreskin on the last thrust and needed to run cold water on
it to stop the bleeding.  "Otherwise," he said, "we'd have given it at
least one more run-through." John wanted Penny to suck his cock, to make
his owie feel better.  She wanted to do it because she wanted to taste and
smell the lingering residue of Charie's pussy.

   Both Penny and Charie worked in offices downtown, only a block apart. 
There was a coffee shop around the corner and on Thursday they met for
lunch.  Charie arrived first and sat at a booth at the back of the
restaurant.  She watched as Penny came in and admired her sensuous
movements.  She had never considered making love to a woman but with Penny
she thought there might be possibilities.  Penny was nervous and so was
Charie but, since she had extended the invitation to Penny for lunch, she
broke the ice.

   "Both Gary and I really loved your note Penny."

   A thin smile curved Penny's lips as she looked into Charie's eyes. 
"John said we should wait for a while before we get together again.  But we
hoped you would want to do again."

   "Did John read your note?" Charie asked.  Penny's smile broadened and
she nodded.  "And..?"

   "After he read the note he said, `Fuck it, let's see if we can get
together again this weekend...at our place'." She was apologetic.  "But our
apartment is small Charie, we have only one bedroom."

   Charie reached over and took Penny's hand and said, "It won't matter
hun, it'll probably even make it more fun."

   "I can't imagine it being more fun Charie.  I just want your luscious
husband again and..."

   Charie smiled and patted Penny's hand.  "I told Gary we were having
lunch today.  He said he would call John too."

   ******

   "What's that grin on your face for John?" Penny asked.

   It was Saturday morning.  She was lazing in bed when John got out of the
shower and stood by the bed drying himself.  "I was just thinkin about
tonight babe," he said, "got all horny in the shower and started jerking
off but thought, why waste a perfectly good load?  So here I am." She
looked at the tent that John's cock made in the towel he'd wrapped around
his waist.  Her pussy would see more action today, and tonight she hoped
with Gary, and she felt the moisture welling between her legs.

   "Voila," he said, whipping the towel off, presenting his waggling
member. "Prepare to meet your fucker," and tore off the covers.  Grabbing
Penny's ankles he pulled her ass to the edge of the bed, raised and parted
her legs making her pussy lips open with a wet click.  "You've been playin
with yourself, huh babe?"

   With a sheepish nod she said, "You've caught me again." But what she
didn't tell him was that she was thinking of Gary's tongue exploring her
pussy, the way she remembered him doing it last Saturday night.  She wished
that John would follow the same path and cover her vulva with his mouth
before putting his cock in.  But, she knew he wouldn't.  John held his cock
in his right hand, peeled back his foreskin, wet his bulging head in
Penny's moist groove and slid inside.  He wasted no time as he pumped,
slowly at first, then faster.

   She loved the feel of his cock inside her but yearned for John to be
more romantic, to spend at least a little time in foreplay.  She loved to
fuck...  that wasn't the problem, loved the feeling of his cock filling her
pussy, massaging the spot that would, one day in the future, be called
"g-spot." But she wanted the romance of foreplay that would produce orgasms
that would lead to greater orgasms throughout their loving.  And, she loved
coming down from orgasms and cuddling, something she'd only experienced
once (on their honeymoon), until last week...  when she'd been in bed with
Gary.  As her legs flexed and flailed she thought, maybe the big lug will
learn something from him.  She knew she wasn't going to get off, just with
John's cock fucking her, so she massaged her clitoris with her fingers and,
just before John shot his wad inside her pussy, she touched off her orgasm
and whooped, scissoring him with her legs, hoping that he would be tender
and cuddle...and snuggle.

   John was refreshed and lusty and, now that they were experiencing a
different sexual world, wanted to try something a little kinkier, knowing
the action would put his flaccid cock back into an erection.  Last Saturday
night, at Charie's request, he sucked his cum out of her pussy, something
he'd never done with Penny.  He and Charie shared a snowball, trading his
cum back and forth while they kissed.  Initially, he found it repulsive
but, because of Charie's wildness, the kink grew rapidly on him.  The third
time they had fucked that night Charie made him take his cock out of her
pussy and squirt his cum into her mouth.  By then the kissing and the
interchange of his load had become a turn-on.

   Surprised and excited by John's unexpected action, Penny "oohed" when he
licked her sloppy vulva, going limp then tensing for her second orgasm. 
She was so pleased that her husband had finally done one of the things she
had longed for.John found that he enjoyed the slickness and musky taste of
his semen mixed with his wife's feminine essence.  It changed the texture
of her pussy in a way he'd previously been ignorant.  He stretched his
tongue and dug the tip as far inside as he could, lapping white gouts of
sperm which he gathering behind his teeth and under his tongue.  He slurped
and blew, making wet farting noises.  Penny responded by flailing her legs
and moaning.

   Funny, John thought, I've been married to Penny for over a year and she
never suggested anything like this and then, a stranger tells me how to
please her, and tells me that it would drive my wife crazy.  For the first
time with Penny John felt that he was taking on the role of a more
sophisticated lover.

   The experience of swapping spouses with Gary and Charie seemed to carry
with it benefits that Penny hadn't bargained for.  She had thought it would
be just something new and exciting--wicked--not expecting it to have an
improved effect upon her loving with John.  So, closing her eyes after her
second orgasm she welcomed the kiss of John's cum slippery lips, excited by
the musk of their compounded fluids.  And...she was almost overwhelmed when
John spent time cuddling with her.  It was only for a short time, but it
was something to which she had not been accustomed.  I wonder, she thought,
what we will bring away from tonight's party?

   ****** Dinner at the small Italian restaurant was excellent.  We sat in
a booth, John and I on one side and Penny and Charie on the other; I was
across from Penny.  Our conversation was much more natural than the last
time we went out.  This was the third time we had been together; it would
be the second night of sex.  It's was amazing what being naked in bed with
another's spouse did for our comfort level.

   {Since Thursday's lunch, the vision of Penny's willowy body walking into
the restaurant couldn't be erased from Charie's mind.  Her eyes had gone to
Penny's sensual hips, which swayed while she walked, each step causing her
fluid breasts to jiggle.  She had tried to imagine if Penny's labia made
any kind of movement down below; did her lips slip and slide or did they
merely purse together?  It was then that a desire surfaced that she had
never realized was there.  Remembering the porno flick she'd seen on her
honeymoon she was aroused at the sight of the naked woman in the film,
wondering if her pussy would taste and smell like her own.  Since that time
she often played with herself, getting her fingers wet and sucking them,
thinking of the close-ups of the woman on the screen.}

   During dinner we debriefed on the last Saturday night, each telling what
going to bed with the other's spouse meant to them.  They all agreed that
what they were doing was the most exciting thing they had experienced in
their lives...and...  made a commitment to keep it going as long as they
could...at least until they decided to have children.  Like conspirators we
lifted our water glasses (wine wasn't served in West Virginia restaurants
at the time).  We proffered The Three Musketeer's toast, "All for one, and
one for all," and drank with the lust of those ancient men--and their
passionate women.

   The conversation led to the men playing footsy under the table.  It was
John who broached the subject of variety.  He shared that he and I he had
lunch earlier in the week and had determined that we wanted to make this
relationship something that didn't just develop into the same old, same
old. "I think, even though it is really exciting now," he said, "we should
do something a little different, at least while we're still getting used to
it.  And then, when the newness wears off, we'll have a repertoire of
things we can shift to as we go along--not because we're bored, but because
we have developed a greater sophistication in the relationship.

   We all laughed when Charie exclaimed, "John, What is your foot doing
between my legs?"

   Warily, Penny looked around, wondering if others in the restaurant had
heard Charie's comment.  She got cold chills when Charie took hold of her
hand and put it on top of John's foot that was squirming in her crotch. 
She jerked her hand away but, when she felt the top of my foot caressing
the back of her calf, she opened her legs and welcomed my foot on the
softness of her pussy and put her hand back on her husband's foot.

   My toes wiggled on Penny's bunched panties.  She glanced around to make
sure that nobody in the restaurant was paying attention to the under-table
activity.  Then, she scrunched forward so my toes could work their magic in
her groove.  Her breath quickened when my big toe touched her clitoris and
she struggled to control the urge to moan.  Closing her legs tightly over
my foot, that had pushed her panties aside, her wetness soaked into my
sock. Her foot pressed against my hard-on and her hand was in Charie's,
being pressed against John's foot, which was wiggling between Charie's
legs. At that point she stiffened in her chair, snorted and her cheeks
reddened.

   Struggling with her own breath Charie said, "We'd better go before I
knock the table over.  I don't think I can have such a prissy orgasm as
Penny just did...and our secret will be known to the whole community." We
laughed as we left the restaurant, our laughter fueled by what we had been
doing under the table and getting away with it without being noticed, and,
with nervous anticipation of what lay ahead of us at John and Penny's
apartment.

   On the way we agreed that we would alternate apartments.  We also talked
about going out of town to a motel once a month or so, where we could all
spend the entire night together...maybe even two nights.  Then, we came up
with the idea that tonight we would pair up with the other couple's spouse
and play charades, two out of three.  The loser would have to make love on
the carpet while the other two watched.  Penny was the most uncomfortable
with it, saying that she was a very private person.  But Charie, eager for
a new experience said, "Don't worry Hon, I'm gonna lose." That made the car
rock with laughter.

   John and Penny's apartment was only one bedroom, part of a four unit
complex, at the rear--with its own entrance.  It was secluded enough
though, and the fact that it was on the ground floor made us feel safer.

   Once inside, Penny offered to let Charie use the bathroom first, and
when John and I went into the bedroom to change.  When we came out she was
standing in front of the bookshelf looking at a picture of her mother and
father.  She turned and looked at us, dressed in our new white robes(white
terry, just like in expensive hotels), and smiled when she saw my cock
bulging my robe like a plump sausage.

   Charie pranced out of the bathroom; her face washed clean of make-up, a
wholesome looking young woman.  "The bathroom's yours sweetie," she said to
Penny, "Don't take too long." She watched Penny close the bathroom door
then turned and said, "So, what are we gonna do until she comes out?" I
shrugged my shoulders and smirked at Charie--then John.  Looking at the
bulge in my robe she said, "Well, I can see, Gary that you're just about
ready; maybe we can get this thing warmed up before Penny comes back." She
put her left hand behind my head, pulled me close and kissed my lips.  Her
right hand slid inside my robe and her fingers wrapped around my cock.  Her
tongue worked deep inside my mouth and her hand stroked the loose outer
skin of my cock, then pulled it out of the robe.  Breaking the kiss, she
looked over at John and said, "What do you think of my baby's cock John?"
She winked at him and dropped to her knees, raised my cock and licked the
underside of the shaft.  "Mmmmm," she purred, looking up into my eyes then
looking over at John and winking.

   John watched Charie lick my cock, pursing her lips and dribbling saliva
on it then sucking it into her mouth.  As he watched Charie pumping her
mouth over my pink rod, while holding the base of my cock in her grasp, he
slowly stroked his own.

   She raised her left hand towards John signaling, "come to momma," and
wrapped her fingers around it.  John undid the knot of his belt and let the
terry robe fall open, exposing his hairy chest with the tapered hairy line
that went from his chest to his bellybutton and continued to his bushy
black triangle.  With her left hand on his cock she slid her mouth off
mine, then grabbed it with her right hand.  Looking up at me she said, "Two
cocks baby.  Do you know how long I have been hoping for more than one at
the same time?"

   I smiled and watched her, feeling the sensations as she stroked John and
me: individually, then together, and then alternately.  She took both of
our cocks and caressed them against her cheeks, like a greedy treasure
hunter who had found the riches of King Solomon's mine.  At first John and
I looked away from each other, then our eyes locked and we shared each
other's pleasure.  Abandoning my cock Charie took hold of John's by his
foreskin, pinching it between her forefinger and thumb, opening it like a
tent over his gizzard colored head.  Then, leading him by his foreskin, she
pulled him toward her and pushed her tongue inside the opening of the tent.

I watched as Charie's tongue circled John's head, causing a bulge
beneath his foreskin, making him hiss, "Oh God!" At that moment I wished I
hadn't been circumcised as a baby.  Charie's tongue gathered the clear ooze
from John's slit and formed it into a tiny pool then, cupping her tongue,
stuck it out and proudly showed me.  I winced when my turn came as she
shifted from cock to cock and lotioned my head with John's crystal fluid. I
lovingly stroked her hair, excited that my Charie was pleasuring both of
us. Looking over at John I saw him shake his head in both pleasure and
disbelief.  I was happy that Charie was, at long last, realizing her

fantasy of having more than one man.

   When Penny came out of the bathroom she saw Charie kneeling on the floor
between John and me, a cock in each hand, and realized that the game of
charades had been cancelled.  She shook her head and chuckled to herself,
clearly aware that Charie was in charge; she had always been in charge. 
Almost immediately She responded when Charie looked over at her and said,
"Take off your robe sweetie and come join us." Obediently, Penny untied her
belt and let her robe fall open, hunching her shoulders causing it to
cascade into pile of white terry fabric around her ankles.

   Penny told us later that, when she came out of the bathroom she was
overwhelmed at the sight of Charie sucking, first her husband's cock, then
mine, sucking and slurping as if she had been dying of thirst in the desert
and had just discovered a lush oasis.  It hadn't occurred to any of us,
except Charie, that the evening would develop into a group affair.

   Charie, who was feeling the touch of John's cock on her soft palate,
shifted her eyes to the beauty of Penny's naked body: tall, blonde and
willowy.  Long and curly blonde hair shrouded Penny's shoulders and pointed
the way to her marvelously shaped 36D breasts, her oval (brownish/pink)
areolas highlighting her eraser like nipples.  Her cleavage directed
Charie's gaze to her soft peaches-n-cream stomach, her tiny "innie" navel
in her soft abdomen, the light brown triangle of curling hair, her
perfectly shaped legs and beautiful feet.  She hooked and wiggled her
finger, commanding Penny to come and serve her, feeling a new sense of
power that she was in control.  It was her party.

   Welcoming Charie's dominance, Penny willingly stepped behind her and
kneeled.  She anticipated that Charie wanted her to take off her robe and
she accommodated her like a lady in waiting.  Then, as Charie continued
slurping and moaning from cock to cock, Penny laid her breasts on Charie's
back, kissed the back of her neck and wrapped her arms around her, her
hands cupping and caressing her hard-nippled breasts.  She felt Charie's
body quiver with her first orgasm of the night and felt her own pussy
clutch and moisten at the sensation of it.  I love love this, she thought.
I must be such pervert.

   John shouted, "I'm gonna cum!" He knew from last Saturday night that
Charie liked the taste and feel of cum in her mouth.  However, she'd been
quite direct in telling him that she wanted to be told before he spurted,
so she could decide what to do with it.

   Having often fantasized an orgy but never really expecting I would be
involved in one (particularly with two women for whom I cared so much), I
was so turned on by the action that I was in danger of losing my own load.
I couldn't believe how much I was enjoying the specter of my wife sucking
another guy's cock.  And, I knew she wasn't going to stop until John spewed
his load in her mouth.

   With her bobbing head she fucked John's cock faster until he let out a
shriek and his jism splashed against the back of her throat.  The
excitement of having a spent cock in her mouth, tasting its cum while she
was jerking off her husband and being cuddled and caressed by Penny from
behind, sent her over the edge.  She collapsed, her body quivering in a
violent orgasm.

   "Holy shit," John exclaimed, his wet, reddened cock sliding from
Charie's mouth, forming a long string of cum which stretched a gossamer
thread and snapped from Charie's lips as she fell back into Penny's arms.
He looked over at me to make sure I was alright with what my wife had done
to time.  Stroking my cock, I smiled back at him and nodded over at the two
naked women on the floor.  He stumbled backward and sat down hard on the
arm of the overstuffed easy chair, his semen leaking from his wormlike
foreskin onto the upholstered fabric.

   Penny, with her arms around Charie, her hands cupping her breasts took
in the panorama of her husband, his limp, wet, shriveling, wormlike cock
leaking and dangling harmlessly, and me stroking my huge member.  She
smiled and said, "I love you guys," then pressed her lips tenderly on
Charie's neck, smelling her sweet scent.  She told us later how she enjoyed
the sensation of a woman's soft skin on her lips, the warm and responsive
breast in her hand, the feel of Charie's soft abdomen and her springy pubic
hair.

   Charie, savoring the taste of John's semen, licked her lips then grinned
wickedly at me and winked at John.  She confessed to us later that, since
she had seen Penny walking so seductively into the restaurant on Thursday
when they had lunch together, that this was something she wanted and vowed
to make it happen.  Charie she felt an increased flow in her pussy as she
leaned back against Penny's breasts and felt them flatten against her back.
Penny's middle finger parted the slippery labia of Charie's pussy, found
the entrance to her tunnel and let her finger follow its course, easing
open the sphincter and sliding inside Charie's moist, warm sponge.  She
licked the rim of Charie's ear and whispered, "I'm so happy we're doing
this Charie." What she didn't say was, that even though she had gone
through a year or two of guilt about her own bi-sexual experience with her
college roommate (Miriam), she was primed for this to occur.

   Charie turned her face hard to the left, looked up at Penny through the
corner of her eye and, with slightly parted lips, offered them for Penny to
kiss.  Penny eased her soft lips onto Charie's, made suppler by John's
sperm.  As their lips yielded to the softness of each other's both women's
nostrils flared in their excitement.  A flush of warmth coursed through
Charie's body and her breathing increased.  Taking control again she broke
the kiss, rose to her knees and turned to face Penny and kissed her again,
this time more passionately.  Then, the two naked women embraced, the
pillowed flesh of their soft breasts being indented by four hard nipples.

   {Charie had never felt the ecstasy of another woman's flesh touching her
in this way and thought it divine.  Until she had seen the porno movie in
New York she would have never considered something like this.  But, since
that time her thoughts became wilder.  When she had first met Penny she
admired her larger and more perfectly shaped breasts.  But it wasn't until
she saw her walking into the restaurant on Thursday, her breast s more
flowing than bouncing up and down, when Charie knew that she would soon be
feeling those breasts in their naked form.  And here they were.}

   Sliding her legs forward Charie was now sitting.  She leaned Penny to
the right, cradling her, taking the upper position, then looking down into
her eyes, enabling her to straighten her legs and move into a sitting
position as well.  Charie's tongue explored and played with Penny's in her
moist, dark and warm oral cavity.  Her right arm slid under Penny's armpit
and cupped her right breast, her left hand pressed on her soft tummy, her
fingers scratching through Penny's light brown curls on the way to her
puffy lips and Penny's body winced and spread her legs to allow access to
her pussy.

   {Having never felt such a rush in her erogenous zones before Charie felt
the need to squeeze her buttocks together, like a man would do to try and
stave off premature ejaculation by closing off the passage.  It was as if
ancient memories caused her male side to take over}.  Her fingers slid
between Penny's labia and soaked in the incredible wetness of her pussy. 
Finding the portal of her friend's vagina, her middle finger easily
penetrated the profusely lubricating mucosa, which begged for a larger
presence.  Charie coupled her middle and ring fingers and shoved them
inside Penny's quivering depths, feeling the tightness of the woman's
sphincter on her knuckles.  She eased them through the temporary constraint
until the passage became more pliable.  Then, sliding her fingers in and
out, she fucked Penny's hot cunt, making slippery, silky then sloppy sounds
as they worked the dripping cavity.

   John and I had simply become voyeurs.  Our eyes glued on our naked
wives; we were both hard again, stroking slowly and pleasurably as we
watched our women making love.

   Charie eased Penny's back to the floor, straddled her abdomen, kissing
it with her wet labia and leaving a wet spot on her milky skin.  She moved
her hips in a circular motion, spreading her feminine essence over Penny's
tummy.  Excited by the warmth of Charie's pussy leaving its wet deposit,
and by the thought of what she had just done, Penny's legs spread open. 
Now, straddling one leg, Charie leaned forward and kissed Penny's belly,
vacuuming the wet spot with her suckling lips.  She placed her hands on the
floor, palms down, and leaned to Penny's face, kissing her lips with her
essence coated mouth.  Licking the tip of Penny's nose she then touched her
fragrant tongue to her friend's flaring nostrils.  Penny winced and jerked
at the sensation.

   Charie positioned herself between her Penny's legs.  Then, moving back a
little further, grasped Penny's ankles.  She raised her legs and draped
them over her shoulders and covered Penny's cunt with her wide-open mouth.
Raising her friend's legs up and down like a hand pump she slid her tongue
from the tip of Penny's clit to the rosebud of her puckered asshole.  The
noise started deep inside Penny's abdomen and came out her mouth in an
ecstatic shriek.

   {The feeling of being in-between a man's legs, the coarse hair abrading
her cheeks, and the masculine smell that exuded from protruding and
dangling parts, was something to which Charie had become accustomed.  But
the soft smoothness of Penny's legs and the smell of her pussy, coupled
with the sweetness of her sexual seep and the general availability of her
soft naked body, was almost overpowering.  She didn't realize what it would
be like to actually experience her orgasm while her mouth was on another
woman's pussy and was overwhelmed by the delicious, quivering body of her
friend and the feel and sound of her tongue slurping such a delectable
feast}.  Charie exploded into a mind-boggling orgasm.

   John and I looked at our naked wives, writhing and moaning on the floor,
and our stroking increased.  Watching as Charie's head bored between
Penny's legs, her ass rising up high, we decided that one of us was going
to take Charie doggy style.  With the innate understanding of competitive
males, we pounded our fists on our forearms, John whispering, "even," then
we spread our fingers over our arms.  Five--I won and dropped to my knees.
I spread Charie's cheeks but was stopped by her muffled "un-huh," and her
hand that urgently motioned me back.

   Grinning sheepishly at John I said, "I guess she doesn't want it yet."
And she didn't.  Now that she was lavishing in the delight of having her
mouth on Penny's pussy, her first time for such an act, she wasn't going to
be denied having Penny's mouth on her own.  She wasn't familiar with the
term "sixty-nine," but that's just what she intended.  Never taking her
lips from Penny's crotch she cadged around and straddled Penny's head, then
lowered her dripping pussy to her friend's expectant lips.

   {Through all of the guilt she had felt with Miriam in college Penny knew
that she was enjoying this with a complete absence of guilt.  Her husband
and her new friend and lover were both watching, confirming the alrightness
of it all.  After not tasting a woman's delicacy for so long she was
ravenous}.  She licked, sucked and moaned like a starved animal.  Her
passion ignited Charie's, who reacted the same way, and the two became an
entwined mass of wriggling flesh, passionately gobbling each other's
succulent, aromatic sex.  Penny's thighs squeezed Charie in a headlock, her
tight and pumping legs moving her trapped head up and down, lips clamped to
lips.  The coupled mass slurped, groaned and snorted, then spasmed
violently, two voices calling out in ecstasy until the spasms slowed to
quivers, the voices to moans...until each woman pillowed quiescently into
the other, sighing contentedly.

   John and I looked on in wonder.  I was amazed at how my otherwise demure
wife had, in such a short time, become such a sexual predator.  From the
night we were married I knew she was passionate and loved sex.  But in the
last week, since our first swinging experience with John and Penny, she had
become almost fiendish.  I realized that, stimulated by this new bi-sexual
experience, she would want more sex and wouldn't wait for delayed
gratification.  Because of my time in bed with Penny last week, I
understood that she was more submissive than Charie and expected, that
whatever Charie did, Penny would willingly follow.

   With and impish grin Charie said, "Did you like the show boys?"

   We stood silent, not quite knowing how to answer.  It was true that John
and I had both discussed how exciting it would be to watch our wives
pleasuring each other, but we weren't prepared for the profound impact it
actually had upon us.  It was all we could do to keep from exploding.

   Charie walked on her knees to John and grabbed his cock and stroked him,
pulling his foreskin back and then covering his head with the excess skin
on each stroke.  Then, she leaned in and slid her lips over his glistening
head which had been buttered his foreskin with precum from his wank.  He
winced and hissed as her tongue probed his slit, forming a long delicate
string of his clear honey that broke when her hand slid his foreskin back
in place.  From there her glistening lips went to my cock and it was my
turn to wince and wiggle.  She sucked me deep inside her mouth, her tongue
licking the underside of my shaft.  I bobbed up and down like an English
rider and she moaned from deep inside as her mouth fucked my cock and her
hand stroked John's.

   Penny raised Charie's hair with her left hand and licked along her
hairline, then reached for her husband John's cock and began stroking it.
Her right hand slid under Charie's armpit and cupped her breast, fondling
it tenderly, and she lowered her lubricious pussy against Charie's upturned
heel and coated it with her wetness, rubbing her clit against the hardened
pad.  Passionately, she kissed the back of Charie's neck and licked to her
right earlobe.  Then, with her left hand leaving Charie's breast, her
fingers wrapped around the exposed half of my shaft that wasn't plugged
into my wife's mouth, she stroked it, feeling Charie's lips touch her
fingers as she sucked it.  While holding our hardened cocks in her hands he
massaged her flattened breasts against Charie's back, titillating her
clitoris on Charie's heel.  The excitement overwhelmed her and triggered
another forceful orgasm.  Falling backward, she lay on her back and jammed
three fingers into her pussy and, as she dug for more buried treasure, her
legs quivered and stabbed at the ceiling.

   John moved behind Charie, pulled her up to her knees then dropped to his
own.  Holding his rigid cock in his right hand he parted the lips of her
pussy with his left and eased forward.  Easily, his cock entered her pussy.
She pushed back and, as her sphincter stripped back John's foreskin, his
head popped inside her.  Pulling on her hips, he pushed his cock deep
inside her wet and luscious cunt.  Cupping her breasts, he felt the
hardened points of her nipples in the hollow of his palms before pressing
them tight against her chest, and he fucked her slowly, massaging her tits
in a slow, circular motion.

   Both of Charie's orifices were plugged with hard, hot meat.  She humped
and sucked, her mouth and pussy slurped and, as her fucking and sucking
became more intense, her cock-muffled moans and gobbling sighs mixed with
John's animal emanations which were agitated by the slamming strokes of my
sliding bulk.

   Penny, having given herself a three finger orgasm, watched in wonder as
her friend was being plugged on both ends.  The view of my cock in Charie's
mouth was obliterated, but the sight of John's cock sliding in and out of
Charie's pussy thrilled her.  She told us how she watched and waited,
waited for both cocks to explode and coat Charie's insides with their white
coating and how she longed for Charie's kiss, for her body, for the milky
contents that would be in Charie's mouth and the valise of her pussy, the
contents she would willing share with her.  {The image of Miriam Stern's
pussy entered her mind} and she rubbed her swollen and hurting clitoris