Good Times Part I Lisa helped Cathy carry the last of the luggage down the stairs from the deck and to the car. Lisa did not want it to appear that she was rushing her friend and her husband off, but, well, that's exactly what she was doing. Cathy and her husband Tom had spent Friday and Saturday at the beach with Lisa, Lisa's boyfriend James and with Cathy's and Lisa's best friend Susan and her husband Charles. When the last of the Carlton's stuff was brushed free of sand and packed in the back of their Suburban, Lisa and Susan hugged Cathy and said goodbye, telling her they'd all get together for lunch on the following Thursday. Something nagged at Cathy. She turned to Tom and said, "Did you get the feeling they were rushing us out of there?" "Don't be ridiculous, we're the ones that have to get home so we can pick up the kids. We could have stayed if we wanted." "I guess you're right. I just get the feeling that they didn't want us to stay the extra days, but you're right that is ridiculous. I guess I just wish we could stay." Lisa and Susan ran back up the stairs and into the beach house where Charles and James were waiting. Lisa and Susan both pulled their bathing suit tops off at the same time and struck a pose, thrusting their breasts toward the guys. "Ta da!" said Susan. "Its party time!" said Lisa. Everything started a couple of months before when Lisa and Susan had shopped in the morning, worked out in the afternoon, and stopped back by Susan's house where they were enjoying a pitcher of margaritas . . . "Boy," said Susan, "Did we do some damage to the mall, or what?" "That we did. I don't know why we had to stop. I still had checks in the check book." "That was fun; Charles will just have to get an extra job or two, that's all." Lisa laughed and said, "Hmmm, wonder if I could find somebody to pay for some of this stuff." "Looks to me like James certainly ought to kick in for those panties you bought at Victoria's Secret. I assume they're for his viewing and ripping off pleasure." "Susan!" Lisa took a sip of her margarita. "Oh, if only he would rip them off." "Uh oh, sounds like girl talk time. What do you mean if only he would rip them off?" "Oh, I don't know. We've been going out now for about eight months and ..." "And what? Surely, you've done the deed by now?" "Oh, of course. It's just that..." Lisa wrinkled her nose, and said, "How did we get on this subject anyway?" "Because, I am your life long friend and this sounds like we need to talk about sex and, well, my friend, I'm always ready to talk about sex." They laughed and Lisa said, "Of course you are you wanton slut." Susan shrugged as if to say, yeah, so what? And poured her friend another drink. "So," Susan said, "What's going on in the bedroom, or is it what's not going on?" "Yeah, I guess that is kind of it. The bedroom is . . . well, not much has changed since the first time we did it." "It's supposed to change?" Lisa playfully slapped Susan on the shoulder, "You know, it's just that, well we just don't do much other than the same thing, the same way all the time." "Well, what is it you do?" The two friends had gone to high school together and this conversation was not a whole lot different from some they'd had when they were teenagers. What did you do? What did he do? What did it feel like? Susan remembered getting turned on by their conversations back then and she felt the fluttery beginnings of arousal now. "Oh, Susan, you know. It's lovely and nice and he does everything, but . . ." She blushed and said, "Don't you just sometimes want some good ol' down and dirty sex?" "Oh yeah baby. Nothing bad about nasty sex. Nothing at all." "Well, I guess that's it, occasionally I'd like to get nasty and he just seems to be too careful of me to get down and dirty." "Oh, girl, what do you mean by down and dirty? What is nasty sex?" "Oh, come on Susan. You know what I mean." Lisa was starting to feel the same fluttery urges that had Susan quietly clinching her thighs. "He won't even come in my mouth. What's that about? I thought all guys liked that." Susan laughed. "Yeah, that's been my experience. What does he do, make you stop?" "He just pulls out. And then he's so careful not to come on my face. Sometimes I might just like to have him come on my face." They both laughed and Susan said, "Yeah, I know what you mean. Like I said sometimes the nasty sex is the best sex." "I'm not even married like you are. Does it ever get boring with you and Charles?" Susan thought for a moment. "No. You know I can honestly say it doesn't. Sometimes it is sweet and gentle. And when we want, which is usually, it gets down and nasty." "Okay, friend of mine, what am I missing? What is it that y'all do that is down and nasty?" "Oh, you know, everything from coming on my face to anal sex. We do it all." "Yeah, that's what I want. Sometimes I want to scream at him to do something different, grab my ass, flip me over and have his way with me." "Well, why don't you do that, scream at him I mean." "It just never feels exactly right." "Well, you're getting me turned on just thinking about some nasty, nasty sex." "Should I leave before Charles gets home." "Hell, girl, stick around, you might just see some nasty sex if you're not careful." Lisa gulped down another drink of her margarita. Some unbidden images filled a corner of her mind. That's when Charles came through the front door. "I'm home." "We're back here," Susan said, "Lisa and I are having margaritas." Charles made his way to the den where the girls were drinking their margaritas. He leaned over and kissed his wife and then went over to hug Lisa. Right in the middle of his hug, Susan said, "We were just talking about nasty sex." He felt Lisa freeze, just as he did, and then laughing, he turned to Susan. "You were what?" "We were talking about nasty sex." "Susan!" Lisa looked at friend in disbelief. Charles recognized the playful look in his wife's eye. "Oh, and what were you saying about nasty sex." "Well dear, Lisa has a problem." "Susan! Don't you dare." Susan just laughed at Lisa's outburst. "It's okay, we're all friends here. Maybe Charles can give James some pointers. God knows Charles enjoys nasty sex." "Boy," he said, "Did I come in on a conversation or what? What in the world are you talking about?" "Nothing dear, I was just telling Lisa how much you and I enjoy nasty sex. You know, the kind where it's all about mindless, raunchy sex." "Ah, I see now. It's all clear to me. And, uh, just why were you sharing our darkest desires and secrets with Lisa." "Susan, you can shut up now," Lisa said, but she was laughing and she was flushed and she could feel herself becoming more aroused. "Oh, Lisa, it's just Charles. Besides we'll talk about it when you're gone. You know that." "Yeah, I know, fine go ahead, share my frustrations with the world." Charles knew Susan enough to know that she was getting turned on. In the past, he'd heard Susan and Lisa talk about stuff that made him blush. He figured they were both getting turned on. There had been more than one day when Susan called him at work and told him to hurry home because she and Lisa had been talking about sex and she was horny. "Frustrations?" he asked, "Are you not getting any?" "Yes, I'm getting plenty . . ." "But, she's not getting any good ol' nasty sex," Susan finished for her. Lisa crossed her arms across her chest and nodded at that. "Oh, do tell, what kind of nasty sex do you want." Now Charles was getting turned on. "I don't know. Just sometimes I'd like to have something other than gentle lovemaking." "So, you girls like nasty sex, do you?" "You know I do sweetie." Lisa said, "I want to." Charles looked at Susan and she raised her eyebrows. He was furiously trying to interpret what his wife was signaling to him. Oh my god, he thought to himself, I wonder. Sometimes, when Charles and Susan were having sex they would whisper fantasies to each other. One that recurred quiet a bit was Susan whispering in his ear and asking if he would like it if Lisa was in bed with them, doing things with them. Could that be where this was headed? Charles sat on the couch and asked Lisa, "So what exactly are you missing?" "I don't know exactly. Good god, just this conversation is nastier than what I usually get." "Ah, so this conversation is turning you on a bit?" "It is me," Susan said. He laughed, "Yeah, me, too." They both looked at Lisa. She threw a pillow off her chair and Charles and said, "Yeah, okay, me, too." "Hmmmm," he said, "You like sex talk and nasty sex. Want to hear more?" She squeezed her thighs together and he noticed. "Susan, should we explore this topic in detail with Lisa?" "Of course, dear, you know I'm always up for some sex talk." He turned to Lisa. "So, is this conversation getting you wet?" "Oh God!" "Well, is it?" Lisa was blushing furiously. He turned to Susan. "How about you dear? I know how wet you can get. Is this conversation getting you wet?" Susan looked almost shy when she replied quietly, "You know it is." "Do you think it is making Lisa wet?" "I bet it is." "Susan, why don't you let Lisa see how you're getting wet." There was a moment where no one moved and no one said a word, but Lisa was clenching her thighs tightly and looking at her friend. Susan knew what he wanted. Often, even when they were out in public and she got horny, she would let him see that she'd become wet. Both the ladies where wearing shorts. Susan had on a button down shirt and Lisa a pull-over t-shirt. After a long moment, Susan met the challenge in his eyes and moved a hand to the waist band of her shorts. Lisa's eyes followed every move the hand made. She slipped her right hand into her waist band. Charles and Lisa could see the outline of her hand as it pushed lower, until her fingers curved between her legs. She held the waist band clear with her left hand and pulled her other hand from her pants. She stood and walked over to where Lisa was sitting. "See." She rubbed her fingers together. Lisa could see the slick wetness that Susan had extracted from between her legs. Lisa accepted the challenge that was being offered and took her friends wrist. She pulled her hand closer and she could smell the scent of the wetness on Susan's fingers. She looked closely and inhaled audibly. "Yes, I do think you're wet." The scent caused her to catch her breath as a result of a clench of sexual tension. Charles looked at Lisa and said, "How about you?" Lisa looked up at Susan and without looking anywhere other than at Susan's eyes moved her hand to the waist band of her shorts. She slid her hand in slowly. Charles had to adjust the erection in his pants. Lisa's hand slid slowly beneath the elastic of her panties and she pushed two fingers along the slit of her sex. She almost moaned out loud when the lips of her pussy gave way to the pressure of her fingers. Her fingers slid into the liquid center of her. She pulled her hand out and held it up to Susan. Susan took her hand and closed her eyes as she inhaled the aroma of Lisa's sex. "Hey girls, what about me?" Susan pulled Lisa to her feet and walked her over to where Charles sat on the couch. She pushed Lisa's hand toward his face. He touched the wetness with a finger and made no pretense when he smelled her fingers. Lisa thought she would fall her knees grew so week. Susan reached into her shorts and put her hand, with freshly scented fingers, under his nose. He held them both there inhaling the similar, but different scents of each. "Does it turn you on to smell her pussy?" He intentionally did not address this question directly to either lady. "Yes." They said in unison. He turned to Lisa. "Do you find it nasty to think about Susan in a sex way?" "Yes." "Are you enjoying this nasty sex?" "Yes." He looked at both of them. "Will you do something nasty for me, will you taste yourself for me?" Lisa looked up at Susan, a little worried about how far this had gone. She had no idea just how far Susan was willing to go. With a smile, Susan reached back into her pants. Lisa did the same. They each pulled their fingers out and took them in their mouth, tasting their own wetness. "Now," he said, "Taste each other." The girls looked at each and with almost no hesitation, each put their hand back in their pants and then raised their fingers to the lips of the other. Susan took Lisa's wrist in her hand and sucked on her flavors. It turned her on to taste her friend's pussy. Lisa licked and then sucked Susan's fingers into her mouth. It turned her on to taste her friend's pussy. "My turn," was all he had to say. Susan was the first to take her hand from her friend's mouth and push back into her own pants. Lisa did the same, staring not at Charles, but keeping her eyes only on Susan as once again her fingers slid along the silky slit of her sex. Their aromas mingled in the room. It was starting to smell like sex. "Good God," Lisa said to no one in particular. Like Susan, she held her hand, trembling toward Charles. He took his wife's hand and slowly slid her fingers into his mouth. Susan sighed at the feel of her fingers being sucked into his mouth and his tongue licking and tasting. Slowly she pulled her fingers out. She wanted to see him tasting Lisa. He took Lisa's fingers. Lisa and Charles both kept their eyes on Susan. Susan smiled gently and watched her friend. Lisa felt his breath on her wet fingers and then she felt his lips slide around her. Her mind was full of erotic sensations and she didn't know what to expect, but it was a surprise when he kept taking her fingers deeper and deeper into his mouth until the tip of her fingers felt like they would enter his throat. His tongue moved over her fingers and her knees actually buckled just a bit when Susan leaned close and said, "He's tasting your pussy." Lisa looked to where her fingers were disappearing into his mouth and then looked, almost shyly, at her friend, "Yes, I know." "That makes me very hot." "It makes me very hot." Her fingers slid from his mouth and they all laughed nervously. "How was that Lisa?" Charles asked. "Nasty?" "Oh, yeah, I can't believe we did that." His voice was almost a whisper, "What did you think about tasting Susan's pussy." "It was nasty and it turned me on." He looked at Susan and saw only pleasurable lust in her eyes and in her smile. She started it; he would see how far she would go. "You know, Susan's nipples get real erect when she gets excited." "Oh? Do they?" "Yes. Are your nipples erect Susan." "Well, I don't know. What do you think?" "I think you should sit right there." He indicated the hassock that was in front of the couch. "And, I think Lisa should sit right here." He patted the couch between his spread legs. Both girls could see the bulge of his erection. Susan sat where he indicated. Lisa moved and sat between his legs. The two of them were facing Susan on the hassock. "My erection isn't bothering you, is it?" His hands on Lisa's hips pulled her back. His thighs pressed against the sides of her hips. She could feel the hardness between his legs against her bottom. "No." She said. At the urging of his hands, she leaned back against him. "Susan, let her see one of your nipples." "Do you want to?" Susan asked her, wanting to make sure that this was not getting out of hand for Lisa. Lisa tried to speak and had to clear her throat and try again. "Yes," she said. Susan unbuttoned her shirt slowly until it was completely undone. She pulled her shirt over her left breast and held it there under her arm. Supporting her breast with her left hand, she reached beneath her bra with her right and pulled her breast free of the confines of her bra. "See?" She asked, with her fingers she stimulated her nipple. It was swollen with excitement and the intensity of her touch surprised her. "Yes. I see." "Do your nipples get hard, Lisa?" Charles asked. His hands moved up and the tips of his fingers brushed against her nipples. He could feel them beneath her shirt and bra. "Oh God." She said and he felt her kind of sink against him. "I love looking at her nipples," he said. Lisa giggled just a little and said, "I think I do to. God knows I'm turned on." "But, this isn't really very nasty, is it?" "What do you mean?" Susan continued to stroke and tease her nipple. Lisa wanted more than anything for Charles to reach beneath her shirt, beneath her bra and to feel her. "Well, lots of people in everyday sex play with nipples. Surely James sucks your nipples while you are having your non-nasty sex." "Yes." "And we're here for some nasty sex, aren't we?" "Yes." "Do you want me to make her show you her pussy, spread it open for you? Or do you want me to make her show you her ass, spread it open for you?" "I don't want you to make her do anything she doesn't want to do." "That wasn't the question, now was it? She likes me to make her do stuff. Don't you Susan." "Yes, Lisa, I do. I like it when he takes control and makes me do things. Just like you said a minute ago when you said you wished James would just flip you over, spread your cheeks and fuck your ass." She didn't really say that, not in those exact words, but Lisa could not respond. She was more turned on than she could ever remember being turned on before. "Oh?' Charles said, "You like the idea of a little ass fucking?" "Well... um... we were just talking about nasty sex and ... oh, I don't know." "Did Susan tell you that I fuck her ass?" "Yes." "She likes it." "I'm sure she does." "Would it be nasty for me to make her bend over and show you her asshole?" "Yes." "Good nasty or bad nasty?" "Susan?" "Lisa, just answer him, good or bad?" "It would be good nasty." "How would you like to touch her there?" "I . . .I don't know." "Have you ever touched somebody's asshole for sexual pleasure?" "No." "Do you like it Susan when somebody touches your asshole." "Oh yes. I do." "Hmmm, what do you think, do you think Lisa would like it?" "You'll have to ask her." "I might just do that in a minute, but right now, I think you should get on your knees and bend over that cushion. Let us see you do that." Susan got on her knees facing away from them and bent over the hassock. Charles put a pillow from off the couch by her knees and she adjusted, putting the pillow under her knees. She bent back down, her knees about a foot apart, her bottom stretching her tight shorts. Charles and Lisa could see the lines of her panties and the cleft of her ass, hugged by the shorts stretched tight. "Man," Charles said, "I find that so sexy. How about you Lisa?" His fingers continued to only lightly caress her nipples. "I don't know . . ." "What do you mean you don't know?" Lisa laughed. "Well, I've never seen her exactly like that before." "Well, I guess the question is, does it turn you on to know she's bent over showing you her ass and waiting to find out if you're going to reach out and touch her." Lisa could think of nothing to say, but she reached one hand out tentatively and ran it over the rounded bottom just in front of her. Susan moved her hips slowly in response to the touch. "Yes," he said, "Yes, I think it does. Feels nice, doesn't it?" She nodded. "Susan, lower your shorts just a little." Without a word Susan stood up on her knees, unfastened her shorts and pushed them and her panties about halfway down her bottom. "Now," he said, "Feel her skin. Feel how wonderfully soft it is." Lisa ran her hand over the skin exposed above her bunched up shorts on one side and then the other. "That's nice," she said. "Remember, you can get nasty, feel between her cheeks." Lisa felt her cheeks flush hot. She ran her hand back and forth across Susan's bottom, following the curve of her. She pushed two fingers between Susan's cheeks feeling the firm warm heat of her on either side of her fingers. "That is so hot," Charles said. Lisa felt his hand move between him and her bottom to adjust himself. The knuckles on his hand briefly insinuated themselves in the crack of her ass as he adjusted the position of his cock in his pants. "Susan, show her all of you." Susan stood up and dropped her shorts and panties to the floor. She stepped out of them and kicked them to the side. As she sunk back down to her knees, Lisa watched her carefully. She'd seen Susan undressed plenty of times, but never, ever like this. Never solely for the purpose of being seen and touched. Especially for the purpose of being seen and touched by her. Lisa could feel herself getting wetter now. When she moved, she could feel the slickness where it made her wet just beneath her pussy and on the side of her thighs. As Susan bent over the hassock and spread her legs slightly, not only was the aroma of her arousal very noticeable, but Lisa could see the moisture glistening in the seam of her pussy. Susan laid her face down on the hassock and closed her eyes, thinking and enjoying the thought about what Lisa could see. This was so hot. "Do you like?" Charles asked. All Lisa could do was nod. She noticed that Susan had a small smile and seemed to be perfectly relaxed. "You can touch her. Rub her ass." Lisa reached out and rubbed the exposed ass in front of her. She squeezed. She gripped it with both hands, each on a cheek, and squeezed. That caused the cheeks of Susan's ass to part slightly and Lisa got the first glimpse of the puckered texture of Susan's anus. She squeezed again with the intention of exposing that part of Susan. "It's okay," Charles said, "You can spread her ass. Do it. Spread her and look at her. She likes it. Look how wet she is." Lisa parted Susan's cheeks, fully exposing her anus. Charles lips were close to her ear, his breath warm when he whispered, "Touch her. Touch her there." Using one hand to keep Susan spread, Lisa reached out with one finger and ran it gently over Susan's exposed asshole. Susan moaned and raised her ass higher. "Get your finger wet and touch her there. Make her wet." Charles intentionally did not specify how he wanted Lisa to wet her finger, in her mouth or in her pants. He wanted to see what she would do. Without taking her eyes off Susan, Lisa leaned back and used one hand to pull up the waist band of her shorts. She realized that Charles, sitting and looking over her shoulder, could probably see right down her pants. She stretched the waist band of her shorts and her panties up as high as she could. Charles could see the light colored wispy pubic hair between her legs. He could no longer tell if he smelled Lisa or Susan. Lisa's hand went between her legs and after three or four strokes back and forth, she extracted her fingers wet and slick from her secretion. Charles pressed over the back of her, reaching around and taking Susan's ass cheeks in his hands. He spread them. Lisa rubbed her wet fingers over Susan who was moving sensuously beneath their hands. "Get more. Make her wetter. Use her pussy." Without a moments hesitation Lisa rubbed Susan's pussy for the first time. Susan spread her legs wider giving Lisa as much access as possible. Lisa spread the moisture from Susan's pussy up and over Susan's ass. Soon the entire crack of Susan's ass glistened from Lisa's treatment. After a moment, Charles whispered in Lisa's ear, "Do you like?" "Yes." "Seeing your pussy juice on her ass turns me on big time. Can you tell?" She pressed back against his erection. "Yes." "I want to taste you. I want to taste you off her ass." He pushed her gently so she would move and he could get off the couch. He knelt beside the hassock. Susan kept her eyes closed and her face flat against the cushion. Lisa was flushed, her eyes glistening with excitement as she watched Charles. He never took his eyes off of hers. He laid his head flat on the small of Susan's back. "More," he said, "Make her wetter with you." Lisa didn't hesitate to push her hand into her shorts. This time instead of pulling up the waist band she let the hand she was touching herself with push her shorts and panties down. She wanted to let him see. He could see the hair between her legs and it excited him even though her hand and her shorts bunched between her legs kept the most intimate parts of her hidden from view. Her fingers glistened as she moved them back to Susan's ass and rubbed them there, up and down the crack, concentrating and lingering over her asshole. She did that two more times getting Susan wetter and wetter. Charles said, "Spread her for me." Lisa got on her knees and grasped Susan's ass cheeks in her hands, spreading them wide. Charles kept his eyes on Lisa's eyes as he moved his face lower and his tongue entered the crack of Susan's ass. He could taste Lisa there. He moved lower until he felt the textured pucker around her hole. His tongue circled, licking up all the moisture that Lisa had put there. He licked back and forth over her hole. Susan scrunched her ass higher and a moan involuntarily escaped from her mouth. He sat up and asked Lisa, "What did you think? Raunchy sex?" "Oh, god, yes. Yes." "Do you enjoy looking at her?" "Yes." She wondered what she would do because she just knew that the next thing he was going to do was ask her to kneel, raise her ass and spread herself for him. Did she have the courage to do that in front of him? In front of Susan? She could barely breathe she was so turned on. She decided she would follow whatever lead was offered and see what would happen. She asked for nasty sex and it looked like she was getting it. "You know some people say that women don't like to look as much as men. What do you think?" "I know I'm enjoying looking." Susan moved and sat half naked on the floor with her arm draped comfortably across Lisa's knees. She too was waiting for Charles to tell Lisa to bend over naked. She hoped Lisa would, and she hoped that Charles knew that she wanted to be the one to lick Lisa first. He said, "Would you like to look at a man's ass." "Oh yes," said Susan quickly. Lisa's eyes opened wide and she just nodded. She wondered if he was really going to let her see him. Was he going to spread his ass? She almost blanked out at the thought of Charles exposing himself as wantonly as did Susan. Part II Charles stood and sat on the hassock. Susan and Lisa were on the floor at his feet. He unzipped his pants and his briefs tented out, the bulge of his cock curving beneath the white cotton fabric of his underwear. Watching Lisa closely he saw her swallow. She did not take her eyes off his cock. Susan still had her arm draped across Lisa and Charles noticed that she lightly stroked Lisa's leg. He unsnapped his pants and the fly parted, pressed aside by the strain of his cock. Susan leaned toward Lisa to get a better look. Lisa adjusted a little to give her room and Susan moved so that she was sitting shoulder to shoulder with Lisa. Lisa could feel the length of Susan's naked leg against her own leg. That, too, was turning her on. Was she supposed to strip? She wanted to. She wanted to expose herself like her friends were doing, but decided to let Charles take the lead. The erotic tension that had grown was the most exciting thing she had ever enjoyed. "Hey, y'all take my shoes off, please." Each girl untied and removed one of his shoes. Susan ripped his sock from his foot and threw in over her shoulder. Lisa removed his sock carefully, mainly because she wanted to enjoy the feeling of her fingers against his skin as her hands slid down his legs. Charles raised his butt from the hassock and pushed his pants down. Lisa, concentrated on looking at the leg holes of his shorts. The pressure of his erection caused a gap and she could see dark hair curling in a mass. The juncture of his torso and his leg was lost in all the hair. It looked terribly nasty sexy to her. She swallowed at the thought of running her tongue up that crease and tasting his skin. "Ready?" he asked, his hands poised at the waist band of his shorts. Lisa could only nod. Susan said, "Yes, show us what you got big guy." He slid his shorts down and his cock sprang free, pointing up with a slight curve. The tip of him flared smoothly from the darker shaft and was crowned with a pearly drop of clear fluid. Lisa had to remind herself to breathe. "Oh, look," he said, taking a finger and picking up the fluid on the tip of his cock, "I'm wet, too." He held his finger out and his wife took his wrist and held his finger beneath her nose. She closed her eye and breathed in the aroma of his sex. She held it toward her friend. Lisa leaned forward and smelled his scent. "Lisa, taste it," Susan said. Lisa looked at Susan and leaned forward, the pink tip of her tongue stretching out to lick the pre-come from his finger. Charles's other hand was slowly stroking on his cock, moving back and forth. Lisa and Susan leaned forward slightly to watch. "Have you ever just got to watch a guy jack-off?" he asked. Lisa shook her head no. "Are you enjoying it?" "Yes." "And, is that nasty sex?" "Yes. And I like it. I like it a lot." Susan had a hand between her legs and was slowly rubbing herself. Charles leaned back and spread his legs wide. The girls could see his testicles moving in rhythm of his pumping fist. They could see the dark, hair-lined crack of his ass disappearing into the seat cushion. Susan stretched a hand forward and hefted his balls, moving them gently on her fingers. He put his head back and closed his eyes to enjoy the sensation. Her hand was warm from between her legs. Susan turned to Lisa. "Do you want to feel him?" In response, Lisa stretched her hand out. Susan took Lisa's hand in hers and pressed it against Charles's balls. Lisa's hand was cool and the contrast between his heated skin and the coolness of her touch caused his cock to twitch with an involuntary contraction. He looked at them and said, "Sit close together." They moved closer and he scooted the hassock closer. Their legs had to move to the side of the hassock. He raised his feet and put them on either side of the girls and rested them on the couch at their back. He leaned back so that his cock pointed straight up into the air as he continued to stroke it slowly. He felt Susan's finger probe the crack of his ass. He moved forward and raised his ass off the cushion. Susan spread his cheeks and smiled at Lisa. Lisa bent her head down so she could see his asshole as Susan spread him. "Touch him," Susan said. Lisa reached one finger out and ran it lightly over the exposed ring of his asshole. His legs flexed in pleasure. Susan leaned forward and licked the tip of his cock. Susan took Lisa's hand in hers and sucked Lisa's fingers into her mouth, making them wet. She pushed her hand back down to where Lisa could stroke his ass. Lisa wanted to put her finger inside of him. She wanted to finger fuck his ass, but wasn't sure if she should. She rubbed her wet finger around his asshole. "So," Charles said, "Enjoy?" "Yes." Lisa said. "How about this?" He moved, lifting one leg over Susan and repositioning himself with his knees on the hassock, spread so that the girls could see him stroking his cock. Lisa, without prompting reached up and ran her hand over his ass. Susan joined her in rubbing his ass. Lisa spread his cheeks and she looked at the secret parts of him. His cock looked huge in this position, the curved root of him adding to his length. "I'm sorry," Susan said, "I have to have him in my mouth." She swung around with her back toward him and leaned her head back. He raised his hips so she could push underneath him and take the tip of his cock into her mouth. Susan took Lisa's hand and moved it to his cock. Lisa gripped him, enjoying the smooth hardness of his erection and its heat. She started to move her hand back and forth. She was on her side, facing Susan. Susan's hand rested lightly on her thigh, high up where her leg emerged from her shorts. Lisa stroked him back and forth and could not stop looking at where the tip of him disappeared into her friend's mouth. She was jacking him off in her friend's mouth. Charles hands were folded under his face. Susan started to move, taking more of him into her mouth. Soon, the edge of Lisa's hand was wet from Susan's lips where they met on his cock. His scrotum rested on the other edge of her fist, heavy and warm with the weight and heat of his balls. It moved, almost seeming to flow over her hand as she moved it back and forth. The skin on his scrotum looked so soft and smooth. She leaned forward and touched him there with her tongue. His cock was becoming wet with Susan's saliva and Lisa's hands moved easier and slicker over his cock. After that one tentative touch of her tongue on his balls, she leaned back so she could see. Susan reached up with her hand and found the back of her head. She pulled her forward, her invitation clear. Lisa followed that lead and licked his cock between her fist and Susan's mouth. She let his balls rest flat on her tongue. Her tongue moved over the skin stretched tight just behind his scrotum. She knew what she wanted to do. She moved her tongue up the crack of his ass, feeling his cheeks on either side of her tongue and feeling the texture of his hair. She pressed her tongue deeper, seeking to lick him the way she'd seen him lick Susan. She felt the tiny ridges that surrounded his asshole and she licked him there. She was licking his asshole. She had never been turned on more than she was right now by the wanton, unabashed sex that was happening. Charles started to moan and clinch his legs. "If you don't want to make me come, you both better stop." Susan moved his cock from her mouth and said, "Come baby. It's okay." She looked at Lisa. "Get him off in my mouth." Lisa could only nod. Lisa continued to watch close as she stroked his cock. He started to move his hips back and forth. It is like he's fucking her mouth, Lisa thought. I want this. I want to do this. She moved his cock harder and harder. Suddenly, she was surprised to feel one of Susan's fingers press into the leg of her shorts. She moved her leg to give Susan more access and the finger slipped beneath her panties. She knew that Susan could feel how wet she'd become. Susan's thighs were clenching, pressing her clit between folds of skin. She could feel the wetness between Lisa's legs. Because of the position they were in, she could not get her finger inside Lisa, but she ran it back and forth, trying to get an angle where she could stimulate Lisa's clit. Her mouth remained on her husband's cock. "I'm gonna come," he said. Lisa put a hand flat on his ass. She could feel the muscle there, tightening and releasing, pumping as his cock pumped in and out of Susan's mouth. She wanted to watch. She could see his ass glistening from her saliva. His cock and her hand glistened from Susan's saliva. By clenching her legs, Susan gave herself a small orgasm. Lisa moved her hips, trying to press as hard as possible against Susan's finger. Charles moved his hips as if her were fucking, trying to stretch out the sensations and achieve release, all at the same time. Lisa put her face closer to watch. He started to come. For the first time in her life she felt a cock pulsing in orgasm in her hand. She watched with fascination the spasm of the root of his cock. Susan laid her head flat and still, holding her mouth open, she let Lisa's hand do all the work. Lisa pumped his cock. He started to ejaculate. He resisted the urge to plunge his cock into his wife's mouth. He raised his hips, wanting Lisa to be able to see. Lisa watched his come erupt from his cock and shoot into Susan's mouth. Susan laid her tongue flat against the underside of his cock and swallowed as he emptied into her mouth with a groan. "Oh my god," Lisa said. Susan removed her finger from Lisa's shorts and for a moment, Lisa put her hand between her legs and squeezed, trying to appease the sexual itch of her pussy. Charles carefully rolled to the side and lay flat on the floor. He laughed. "Well, that was nice." "Yes, it was," Susan said. "I cannot believe we did that," Lisa said. "Did you enjoy?" Susan asked. "You know I did. That was the hottest, nastiest thing I've ever done." "Did you enjoy jacking him off in my mouth?" "Oh, yes." "Did you enjoy licking him?" "Yes." "I couldn't see. Did you lick his ass?" She blushed, but answered. "Yes." "Fun, isn't it?" "Oh, yes." Charles propped his head up on his hand and said, "We're not through you know." "Yes," Lisa said quietly, "I know." Part III Charles stood, naked and dripping, and pulled the girls to their feet. Lisa was dressed completely, and could feel her panties pull wetly away from her skin when she moved. Susan was naked from the waist down and her shirt remained unbuttoned. The scent of sex permeated the room. Charles put his arm around the shoulder of both girls and they put their arms around his waist. He looked at Lisa. She had not climaxed. She was so horny she was short of breath and her tummy kept clinching spasmodically. Her knees were actually shaking. She did not care what happened next, just as long as things kept happening. "So, Lisa, let me ask you something. Have you ever thought about Susan in a sexual way?" "Well . . . what do you mean?" "What I mean is have you ever looked at Susan and thought about having sex with her?" "Uh . . ." Lisa found it hard to admit that over the last many years, ever since high school, whenever she thought about what it would be like to be with another girl, she thought about Susan. Not that she thought about it all the time. "She's thought about you. I know, she's told me." Susan hit him on the ass and said, "Charles!" "Well, it's true. I mean, after all, I come home and you're telling Lisa about our kinky sex practices. Is it wrong to tell her that sometimes you pretend she's in bed with us." Susan laughed. "Well, I don't guess it makes a bit of difference now, does it?" Charles looked at her innocently. "Lisa, you helped fulfill one of Susan's fantasies today by jacking me off in her mouth. I'm sure she enjoyed it. Didn't you dear?" Susan looked at Lisa to gauge her reaction. Her eyes were open wide, but she didn't look angry and she didn't pull away. "Yes," Susan said quietly, "I enjoyed it a lot." "So Lisa, I guess I'm asking if you enjoyed. Did you like being involved like that?" "Yes." "It doesn't turn you off to be sort of having sex with Susan?" "No. I confess. I've wondered what it would be like from time to time." "Would you like to find out a little more what it would be like?" "What do you mean?" "I mean, Susan and I are standing here half naked and I think we need to do some more stuff. I don't think either of you two have had a good orgasm. I'm just wondering what you're willing to do. Susan, what are you willing to do?" Susan looked intently at her friend. "Anything." "Lisa, what are you willing to do?" Lisa stared at Susan. As hard as it was for her to believe, she felt her arousal growing. "Anything," she said. Susan and Lisa reached for each other. Charles stepped back so they could hug. As they hugged he ran his right hand down Lisa's back and his left hand down Susan's back. Susan's head was right next to Lisa's when his hands reached their bottoms and he gave each of them a squeeze. Susan hugged Lisa tighter and said, "Hmmmmm, nice." Lisa hugged her back. She could feel Susan's breasts pressed against her as Susan's shirt opened around them both. Charles's hands seemed to press them together and the front of their thighs made warm contact. She said "Yes. Very nice." Susan slipped her shirt off her shoulders and dropped it to the floor. She stepped back from Lisa and reached for the bottom of her t-shirt. Lisa raised her arms as Susan pulled her shirt off over her head. Charles stepped back a step. "Turn around Susan, let Lisa undo your bra." She did and Susan's bra joined her shirt on the floor. Susan was now completely naked. She turned back around and smiled to see Lisa looking down to see her breasts. Her nipples were swollen, seeming to be almost small breasts on top of her breasts they were so distinctly swollen. "I have always enjoyed your nipples." Susan laughed. "Now you tell me. Turn around, my turn." Lisa turned and Susan undid her bra. It fell to the floor and Lisa turned to face Susan. Charles looked at both of the ladies and felt his cock beginning to recover with a resurging flow of blood. Lisa's breasts were not quiet as large as Susan's and her nipples were not swollen the same. Lisa's nipples were a softer, almost pink color and when hard they crinkled and got a little darker. Each lady lifted a palm to the breasts of the other. Charles exerted light pressure in the small of the back of each of them and urged them closer together. Their arms slid over each other's shoulders and they moved closer until their nipples were lightly touching each other. "That feels very, very nice," Lisa said. "Susan, take off Lisa's pants." Charles began to pull his shirt off. Susan reached down and slipped her fingers into the elastic waist band of Lisa's shorts. She went to her knees and slowly pulled Lisa's shorts to the floor, leaving her in just her panties. She laid her cheek flat against the front of Lisa's panties, feeling heat and the soft mound of Lisa's sex against her face. She breathed deeply to enjoy Lisa's scent. Her hands slid up the back of Lisa's legs and over the rounded firmness of her bottom. She squeezed her, enjoying the feel of Lisa's ass beneath her hands. She slid her hands to the side and hooked her fingers into the waist and pulled her panties slowly down and to the floor. Lisa looked down and found it terribly exciting to see her friend kneeling, lifting her leg to remove her panties from one leg and then the other. Susan turned and pressed her face into Lisa's pussy for a second and then stood again in front of her, their nipples just touching with each breath. Susan was filled with affection for her life long friend and gave her another hug. "Lisa, anytime you say stop, we will. I'm enjoying this a lot, but I do not want to do a thing you are uncomfortable with, do you understand?" "Yes. I know. Please don't stop. Either of you." Charles said, "We started this because you had an interest in some kinky sex. If I get too kinky, really all you have to do is tell me to stop, and I will." "Okay, Charles. I don't think you're going too many limits with me. So far I've never enjoyed anything more. I wanted to be Susan when you were fucking her mouth. I licked your asshole. Don't worry about me." Charles and Susan laughed. "Okay," Susan said, "We're not going to worry about you then." With that she leaned over to give her friend a kiss. Susan intended for it to be an affectionate kiss, the kind she'd given Lisa many times before. It surprised her when Lisa pulled her tight and opened her mouth under Susan's. It was Lisa's tongue that first moved, gently passing Susan's lips to seek the tip of Susan's tongue. Their kiss became very passionate. Lisa reached a hand up to the back of Charles's head and pulled his face toward theirs. The girls separated just a bit and soon, each of the three could feel the lips of the other two. Their tongues got into it. One moment all three tongues would be touching each other, then one or the other would press deeper into the mouth of one of the others. It was the hottest kiss any of them had ever experienced. Charles realized that his hands were stroking each of the ladies in the exact same way, moving from shoulder blades down to the small of the back, sliding over the curve of buttocks and then back up again. Occasionally his hands would move to the sides of the ladies to feel the swell of their breasts. Through it all, whatever one hand was doing, the other was doing the exact same thing, just on a different lady. He said, "Y'all stand there and look at each other. Let your nipples just touch and look into each other's eyes. I want you each to know that whatever you feel my hand doing, the other is feeling the exact same thing." The ladies stood as he asked and just smiled at each other while his hands caressed their backs. He circled lower and lower until finally his hands slid over the curves of their buttocks and he reached beneath them, cupping their asses in his hands. Their smiles grew wider and fed on each other as they realized the sensations they felt were being duplicated on the other. Charles's fingers lightly traced the pathway of the cleft in each ass, moving from low up toward their back. He did not try to press between their cheeks. He just lightly moved his fingers up until he could feel no more indentation beneath his fingers. Then he moved his fingers back down. Lisa kind of raised up on her toes as, this time, his fingers pressed between the cheeks of her ass. No one had ever paid so much attention to the private parts of her ass. Susan whispered, "Okay?" "Oh, yes." Lisa thought again how Charles's fingers would be pressing between the cheeks of Susan's ass at the same time. When his fingers moved across her asshole, she almost did a dip trying to press her legs together to heighten the erotic tension between her legs. Lisa felt two of his fingers spread her ass and a third rub with more and more pressure against her ass. A pleasurable whimper escaped her lips. Lisa looked at Susan. Susan had her eyes close and seemed to be swaying a bit as she enjoyed the sensations of Charles's finger pressing against her asshole. Susan was enjoying the fact that because he wanted to move slow with Lisa, he was moving slow with both of them. Susan was savoring the over the top heights to which his fingers were driving them. She opened her eyes to see Lisa looking at her and she smiled. Everyone's senses were heightened. Lisa could hear herself breathing and feel the heat of Charles's breath when it crossed her breasts. Susan noticed a fine sheen of perspiration that glistened above Lisa's lip. Charles was lost in the feel of each of the ladies at his fingertips. He slid his fingers lower and had to stoop a bit. Simultaneously each lady spread their legs a bit as his hands slid between their legs, each hand seeking entrance to a pussy. Soon, his hands were moving back and forth, spreading wetness up behind and over their assholes. He sunk his middle fingers into each lady, seeking to make his fingers as wet as possible. Susan smiled and kind of dipped down to open herself to Charles's finger. She's done this same move before several times in public, when she and Charles would be standing in a dark and crowded bar or club. While drinking and listening to music and his hand would find its way through the slit in her split skirt to finger her pussy and her ass in public. It was one of the many thrilling things they did together. Lisa jumped a little as Charles's finger pressed harder against her asshole. She knew that he intended to press his finger into her. She wanted him to. She looked at Susan and saw her eyes widen at the sensation of Charles's other finger pressing into her. Charles pulled them close, pressing their left and right breasts against each other and their right and left breasts against his chest and against each other's. On each of the ladies the tip of his finger was pressing harder and harder. The tip of his finger actually slid into Susan first, probably because she had experienced him and was more relaxed. His finger tip pressed harder against Lisa and he felt an indention forming beneath his finger and then the first sensation of the tight ring of her ass giving way, opening to permit his finger to enter her. Now that she knew what to expect, he pulled his fingers out for just a moment and rubbed them on the wetness still clinging to their skin, seeking more lubrication. His fingers went back to their assholes and slid in at the same time. He stopped at the first knuckle and looked at Lisa. Her head was bowed down and resting against his chest. Susan's cheek rested against Lisa's hair. "Okay?" he whispered. "Oh, yeah, don't stop." He pressed his fingers deeper, enjoying the tight heat of their ass. The girls felt his cock pressing against their legs. Lisa leaned away from Susan for a moment and his cock rose to a position between their legs. She pressed back and soon she and Susan moved together, caressing his cock with their thighs. Charles pressed his fingers deep and held them there. He said, "Sometime, we'll get some lube so I can really finger fuck your ass the way it should be done." "You'd like that Lisa," Susan said, "I do." "Yes, I think I would like that. This feels so good. And so very nasty." They laughed at that. "Charles," Susan said, looking up at him, "Lisa hasn't come yet. I did a little while I was sucking you, but she needs to come." She held Lisa's head and moved her face up so that she was looking into her eyes. "Lisa, I want to put Charles's cock in you and let him fuck you till you come. Okay?" "Oh yes. Please." Part IV "I think we need to make him hard," Susan said. "Would you like to help me?" "Oh, yeah." "Lay down here Charles." Susan patted the hassock and Charles stretched across it, his head just resting on one edge and his feet angled to the floor on the other, his hips resting right on the edge. With Lisa following Susan's lead, the ladies ended up on either side of Charles, their hands slowly fondling his cock. Susan leaned down and ran her tongue up the length of his cock while looking at Lisa. Lisa reached out and tucked Susan's hair behind her ear, and, slowly stroked her cheek with the back of her hand. Susan sat up, smiled at Lisa and nodded in the direction of where Susan's hand held Charles's still soft cock. Lisa leaned down and licked the tip of him. There was a slight taste of his come. Imitating Susan, she ran her tongue from the tip of his cock down to the base, and then, remembering her earlier thoughts and wanting to be more than just a follower, she pushed her tongue into the crease at the top of his leg and licked him there. "Oh my god," Charles said, arching his torso up toward the girls. Susan's hand went to the back of Lisa's head and she held her lightly, encouraging her to not move her face when Susan bent down to take the tip of Charles into her mouth. His cock began to make a speedy recovery. Both girls licked his cock at the same time. When Lisa slid her mouth over the tip of him to take him in her mouth, Susan bent lower to nuzzle and lick his balls and to take them gently into her mouth. His cock was almost fully erect. "Stand up Lisa and straddle him, but don't let him inside you yet." Lisa did as Susan asked. With her back to Charles's face she straddled him and, at the urging of Susan's hand on her hip, lowered her body toward his. She could feel the knuckles on Susan's hand on the inside of her thighs as Susan stroked Charles's cock. Charles could feel just the very tip of his cock against the soft, feathery lips between Lisa's legs. His wife rubbed him back and forth against her slit, creating a sensation so good he almost wanted to tell her to stop. Lisa could feel his hardness separate her and without actually penetrating her, she felt her lips slide on either side of the head of his cock. Susan was breathless with excitement at the sight of her friend's pussy, glistening wet, opening slightly as she rubbed his cock back and forth. His cock began to shine from the moisture that gathered between Lisa's legs. Holding Charles still, Susan raised up to her knees until her lips were right next to Lisa's ear. She moved the tip of Charles to Lisa's clit and pressed her there as she said, "Are you ready to fuck?" "Oh, yes. Please." "Get on your knees." In a scramble, Charles moved and Lisa got on her knees on the hassock. She lowered her face to the cushion and raised her hips as high as she could, wanting to show, wanting her friends to see her in that position. Susan led Charles around by his cock until he stood behind Lisa's upraised hips and spread legs. She teased them both again by rubbing the tip of him up and down Lisa's wet slit, but keeping her fist closed around him so that he could not penetrate Lisa. "You know, Lisa, you keep partying with Charles and me, one of these days he's going to fuck your ass." As she said that, she rubbed the tip of Charles's cock up over Lisa's asshole. "But, not right now." She moved his cock back down to Lisa's pussy. Using her free hand she rubbed Lisa and opened her. She pushed the tip Charles's cock inside Lisa and moved her hand as she urged him forward. Charles and Lisa both moaned in appreciation as his cock slid into her. He moved slowly, savoring the feel of her around him. Susan pushed her husband's legs apart and lay back down on the floor with her head positioned between Lisa's spread knees. She could see his cock sliding in and out of her friend and the way his cock folded Lisa's pussy lips in when he slid in and the way her lips rolled out when he slid back out. Susan's hand went between her legs. Susan noticed that Charles's cock was getting wetter and wetter, moisture clinging to him with each stroke. Susan reached up and grasped his cock, pulled to let him know what she wanted and, when his cock slid from Lisa, Susan pulled it down and into her mouth. She savored the flavor of her friend for one lick, and then two or three. She pushed him back and he slid easily back in. Lisa could not see, but she could sense that Susan had taken Charles's cock from her pussy and sucked him for a second or two. The thought of that almost made her come. And then, she felt Susan's lips on her. Susan held Charles so that he was just inside Lisa. Susan raised her head and put her tongue at the juncture where his cock entered Lisa. At that place, her tongue was on the swollen bud of Lisa's clit. Charles moved as much as he could without pushing Susan out of the way. As she moved against Lisa's clit, his cock was sliding against her lips and tongue. Lisa began to climax. As Lisa shuddered and flexed her thighs, Susan lay her head back down so that Charles could stroke long and deep inside of Lisa. Susan kept one finger on Lisa's clit and rubbed her as she climaxed, stopping just before it became painfully intense to Lisa. A finger on Susan's other hand insinuated itself between the cheeks of Charles's ass. She was trying to push it inside his ass, but only got the tip of her finger a little of the way in when he began to come, ejaculating into the hot wet center of Lisa's sex. Susan watched with considerable enjoyment as his come mixed with the juice from Lisa's pussy, coating his cock and gathering until it dripped, hitting Susan on the chin. Without thought, her tongue curled out and tasted the mingled tastes of Lisa and Charles. A moment later they were all three sitting side by side on the couch, Charles in the middle with an arm around each lady. "That was fun," he said. Susan laughed softly and patted his leg. Lisa said, "I cannot believe we did that. Guys, that was without a doubt the most incredible sex I've ever had." "So, you're okay with it?" Susan asked. "Yes. Thanks. I'm very okay with it, if you are." Susan laughed. "Who started it?" "Okay, yes, I'm very okay." "Good. Want to do some more sometime?" "Oh yeah, just say the word. I'll get nasty with you guys anytime." Her hand was idly playing with Charles's cock. Part V The next morning Charles kissed his wife goodbye said, "Thanks again for yesterday," and left for a few weekend hours at the office. Susan called Lisa. "Hey, you still okay?" "Absolutely." "No next morning regrets?" "Not by me. How about you? It was your husband." "Everything is fine. I'm the one that lost control. I've wanted to do something like that for a long time." Lisa laughed and said, "Well I am real glad I was there when you decided to act on your impulse." "Well, it's like Charles said, you were usually the one in my fantasies." It was quiet for several seconds and Susan worried that she'd said too much. "Say something. You okay with that? It doesn't mean . . ." "Susan, hush. There's nothing wrong with that. I enjoyed him and I enjoyed you. I've wondered what it would be like, and you are my best friend. Who better to find out what it would be like with?" "Okay, I'm just making sure." "How about Charles?" "Charles is a guy. He thinks he's died and gone to heaven. So, are you going to play with us again some time?" "Yes. The only problem I'm going to have is I'm afraid you two ruined me for normal sex. James is going to be even more boring when I'm ready for some hot, nasty good times." "Well, fair is fair. Charles and I talked about it and if you want to get James involved, it is okay with us. In fact, it is more than okay. There are some things I'd like to try that require at least two men. If you'd share, that is." "Susan! You nasty girl." "Well..." "I don't know if I could bring it up to him." "We'll make a plan." Lisa laughed and said, "Okay, we'll get together and plot how to convince James that he should fuck two of us girls. You know, when I say it like that I don't think it will be that big of a problem." "So, are you going to come over this morning? Charles is off at the office and we could start plotting. Or just go shopping to fill in the blanks from yesterday." "Give me a little bit. I'm moving slow. I'll be over in about an hour." Almost an hour later Susan answered the door and let Lisa into her house. They looked at each other a little awkwardly, both of them blushing before they smiled. "So," Susan said, "Okay?" "Yeah, I'm okay. Still in a little shock, but I'm okay." "I hope you don't think we planned that. Charles was as surprised as you. In fact, I guess we all three were surprised. I know I kind of started things, but, well, it was an exciting thought and you and I had been talking about sex." "It is okay, really. You're the married one. Are you and Charles okay." "Yes. We talked about what happened and believe me we're in good shape. It's almost like it drew us closer. It allowed us to express some sexual things that can cause trouble if you keep them secret. I know he wouldn't cheat on me. I know it sounds silly, but now neither of us has to worry about the other." "Okay, good. I wouldn't have done that with out you." "Oh, Lisa, I know that." "But, as long as you were there. That was the most incredible sex I've ever had." Susan giggled. "Yes, it was pretty good, wasn't it? It's funny, but I was mostly worried about you finding out that I'd had a few sexual fantasies about you." Lisa laughed. "Well, who can blame you?" She struck an exaggerated pose with one hip thrust out with one hand on that hip and the other hand cupping her breasts. They both laughed. "Baby. Baby." "Besides," Lisa said, "I wasn't lying when I said that over the years, probably since high school, I've wondered about what it would be like to do things with you. You know, whenever I had reason to think about such things." "Good. Me, too. Now, are we going to get James involved?" "Hey, if he can't hang, I'll dump his ass." They laughed again and hugged. Lisa was obviously struggling to say something. "What?" Susan said, "what is it?" "Well, I'm all embarrassed." Susan laughed. "Why? Good god I licked your pussy last night. What are you embarrassed about?" Lisa laughed. "Yes. Yes. I guess you're right. I was just wondering, Susan, what other fantasies do you have?" "Oh, lots of them. Why? How about you? It sounds like you want to say something." "Oh, it's just that I realized I don't have a lot of fantasies. I mean I know I said I wanted some hot nasty sex, but I don't think I ever thought about the details." "Oh, Lisa, I'm sure you do. You're just shy. What do you think about when you masturbate?" "Susan!" "Lisa! Surely you're not going to tell me you never play with yourself." Laughing, Lisa said, "No. I don't guess I will. Sure I play with myself, but I just enjoy the feeling. I don't usually think about anything in particular." "You don't usually think about something, but. . . When was the last time you masturbated?" Lisa blushed. "I'm still not used to this, but I'm going to trust you. This morning, right as I woke up." "Well, then, you're ahead of me. I probably don't even have to ask you what you were thinking about this morning." "I'm sure you know. The thing is, I was kind of waking up and was having this sexy dream or thought or something." "What? What? Tell me. Tell me." "Well, I think I was thinking about what you said about how you like being made to do things." "Yes." "I had this very vivid thought about a dark, dimly lit room. There was a long table and there were five or six guys sitting at the table in business suits. They had papers and stuff on the table like they'd been working." "Yes. Go on." "I could see them because I was sitting in a chair in front of them." "Ah, so you're kind of having a little submissive fantasy, too, aren't you?" "No. No, I don't think so. I was fully dressed in a nice dress. A woman walked in and stood in front of the table. One of the men spoke and said, 'You know what you must do.' She started to strip off her clothes. She stripped naked and stood in front of them with her head bowed, knowing that everybody in the room could see her naked. "The man said, 'Go on. Do it.' She turned and walked back to me and knelt down beside my chair. She bent over my lap and suddenly I knew it was my job to spank her. I woke up about then horny as hell. That's when I played with myself." "Wow." Both ladies were quiet for a few seconds, Lisa blushing hotly and Susan feeling the first tingle of arousal. Suddenly, Susan understood. "Lisa," she said very quietly, "the lady you had to spank was me, wasn't it?" Lisa turned and looked out the window and could feel another flush of heat. She looked back at her friend. "Yes." "You're turning me on." "Really?" "Really. So, you have spanking fantasies." "No. Well, not usually. Damn, I guess I do. I think it the taking control that turned me on." Again, it was quiet for several seconds before Susan said, "You know Lisa, I was truthful when I said I like to be made to do things." Lisa looked at Susan and wondered if she was reading more into that statement than Susan intended. She nodded. Lisa cleared her throat so she could speak. "So, does Charles worry about you being alone with me now?" "No. As long as it is just you, he's okay. Why?" The "why" was a challenge. "I was just wondering." "No. You don't have to worry about Charles." "I'm not worried. I was just wondering." They sat looking at each other for a long time, neither knowing exactly what to say. "Lisa," Susan finally said, "I enjoy being spanked. Does it turn you on to think about me being spanked?" "Yes." "Does it turn you on to think about you spanking me?" "Yes." Susan stood and walked over to stand in front of Lisa. Lisa stared up at her. Susan bowed her head and lowered her eyes. She held her hands together, crossed at the wrist and held them toward Lisa. There was a surge of arousal in Lisa when she saw the submissive pose struck by Susan. She hesitated only a moment and then she took hold of Susan's wrists and pulled. Susan lowered herself to her knees in front of Lisa. Lisa could only whisper. "Tell me if I do something you don't want me to do." Susan did not raise her eyes but she nodded. Lisa reached out and stroked her friend's cheek with the back of her hand. Susan trembled at the touch and her arousal rose another level. Lisa's hand traveled to her shoulder and down her arm. Susan, almost subconsciously, pushed her chest forward, offering the sexual part of herself. Lisa reached out and lightly grasped Susan's breasts. Suddenly Lisa could hardly take a breath she was so excited. She felt the warmth and weight of Susan's breasts through the thin fabric of her shirt and bra. Suddenly she wanted to squeeze those breasts. She closed her hands around Susan's breasts, squeezing harder and harder. Susan's lips parted and she licked her lips, trying not to make a sound. Lisa parted her legs and scooted closer to where Susan knelt on the floor. She bent over Susan, cupped her hands on the underside of Susan's breasts and bent over to speak into Susan's ear. "God, I love the feel of your tits." Susan just nodded. Lisa suddenly reached down and pulled Susan's blouse off over her head. She pulled her bra off, not unfastening it, but just pulling it over Susan's head like she'd done the blouse. Susan returned her hands to her side and then crossed her wrists behind her back, offering her breasts to Lisa's touch. Lisa caressed her roughly, pinching the erect nipples and squeezing the mass of each breast. "Stand up," Lisa said forcefully. Susan stood, keeping her eyes lowered to the floor. Lisa reached out and unbuttoned the button on Susan's shorts. She slowly lowered the zipper and the front of Susan's shorts gaped open. She was wearing pale blue bikini panties. As she lowered Susan's shorts, she could see a small damp spot at the crotch of Susan's panties. "You're getting wet." "Yes," Susan said quietly. "This turns you on?" "Very much so." "Do you want a spanking?" "Yes," she said, speaking even softer than she had before. "Please." It was turning Lisa on to be fully dressed and to have her friend becoming naked and aroused while standing in front of her. Slowly, Lisa began to lower Susan's panties, pulling them partway down and just exposing the trimmed patch of Susan's pubic hair. "Turn around." Susan turned. Her panties were tight across her bottom. Lisa slid her palms up over the cheeks of Susan's ass, pushing them underneath the panties through the leg holes. Her fingers came out at the waist of the Susan's panties. There was about an inch and a half showing of the cleft between the cheeks of her ass. Lisa turned her hands so that the back of her hands were against Susan's ass. With her hands still underneath, she grabbed Susan's panties and pulled them down slowly. She leaned forward so that she was about ten inches away and watching as the panties slid over the firm, round cheeks of Susan's ass. Lisa watched closely and pulled the panties down below Susan's crotch. Lisa could see Susan's buttocks flair out and by leaning over just a bit she could see the fleshy fold of Susan's pussy. Only the slightest change in texture of skin indicated Susan's anus, which remained hidden in its private spot. Lisa pushed the panties to the floor and Susan raised first one leg and then the other to remove them. Lisa's face was just beneath the height of Susan's crotch and suddenly she could smell her friend's arousal. Lisa felt a surge at the thought that Susan stood there absolutely naked. Susan stood, holding her breath waiting for whatever was next. Lisa took the cheeks of Susan's ass in her hands and squeezed them hard, wanting to feel them like she'd felt her breasts, not gently, but with primal pressure. Susan had to catch herself to keep from being pushed forward. Cupping each cheek in a hand, Lisa's thumbs lay along the curve beneath Susan's ass. She squeezed again and used her thumbs to part her friend's ass so she could see the puckered entry to Susan's ass. It turned her on that Susan stood there submissively beneath her hands. Lisa ran one finger underneath Susan and along the silky slit that parted the hair between Susan's legs. Involuntarily, Susan's legs moved another six inches apart. Lisa drew her finger back, letting it press slightly into the indention of Susan's pussy. Lisa felt wetness on the tip of her finger. Without Susan being able to see, Lisa tasted her friend from the tip of her finger. Lisa pushed Susan forward and sat up with her knees together, her feet flat on the floor. "Susan," she said. Susan turned around and looked at her friend. Without a word she moved to the side and lowered herself to her knees. She lay across Lisa's knees and supported herself with her hands on the floor on one side and her feet on the floor on the other. On her legs, Lisa could feel the tight skin of Susan's tummy and the touch of her pubic hair. Her ass curved up from Lisa's lap. Lisa laid a hand on her friends ass, caressing her softly and feeling another surge of sexual excitement at the fact that her friend was naked and bent over her knees. Lisa spanked Susan. Ten or more solid slaps of her hand against Susan's ass. Susan's ass turned pink then almost red under Lisa's hand. Susan squirmed and her legs parted a bit more. Lisa could see into the shadowed recesses between Susan's legs. The sight of Susan's sex, glistening with lips that were beginning to swell with excitement, surrounded by the dark curly texture of her hair made Lisa clench her thighs tightly together in an effort to put pressure on the growing sensation between her own legs. Lisa stopped spanking Susan's ass and moved her hand between her friend's legs to touch that place that was so exciting to look at. She caressed Susan there, lightly at first but with growing pressure until one finger and then two pushed inside of Susan. Lisa knew that the best caresses are often on the outside of a woman's sex with attention being paid to the clit, but that was not what she wanted to do at this time. She wanted to fuck Susan with her fingers. She wanted to press her fingers deep into her friend. She wanted to feel Susan's pussy tightly close wetly around her invading fingers. She wanted to touch the deepest part of her friend. Susan moaned in cadence with the thrust of Lisa's fingers, faster and faster. Lisa breathed deep the scent of Susan's sex. As Lisa plunged her fingers faster and faster into her friend, her knuckle was rubbing and bouncing on Susan's clit. Lisa had the two middle fingers of her left hand inside of Susan. Lisa leaned over Susan, the forearm and hand of her right arm lying against Susan holding her down. With her right hand she spread Susan. She lifted the index finger of her left hand so that as her other two fingers continued to push wetly into Susan, her index finger tapped against Susan's anus with each stroke. She started pressing harder, trying to penetrate Susan's ass each time her hand slammed her fingers inside. Susan was not quiet when she climaxed beneath Lisa's hands. Part VI Susan and Lisa spent some time just sitting with their arms around each other after the finger fucking given to Susan by Lisa. Susan remained naked and Lisa remained clothed while they talked. For some reason, both were content not to pursue further sex right at that moment. It gave Lisa time to think and Susan felt like the stillness gave more meaning to what she'd shared at the hand of Lisa, it was a time of reflection and bonding. Lisa left with the acknowledged determination to talk to her boyfriend James to try and figure out if he was willing to join in sexual games with Susan and Charles. Two nights after her afternoon tryst with Susan, Lisa was lying on her back, her legs spread with James's cock sliding slowly in and out of her with a steady rhythm. She'd been fantasizing about her recent adventures and realized that the sex with James needed to improve. It was nice, but occasionally, as she'd so lustfully proven, she wanted more than nice. Sex was supposed to be fun, and it was, but why not make it as fun as possible? She whispered in James's ear, "That feels nice." "Yes, real nice." "What do you like better? When I suck you or when you fuck me?" Hearing her ask that gave James a charge. They never talked much in bed and hearing her ask if he liked her to suck him or fuck him was exciting. "I like them both." His hips speeded up as his excitement increased. "Well, I wish I could do them both at once but I can't." He laughed and moved his hands beneath her, cupping her ass and pulling her towards him as he thrust. "Hmmmmmm." She liked the little surge of energy. "I think you like that idea. Being fucked and sucked at the same time." "Too bad it is impossible." "Well, just imagine. Think what it would be like to have me like this and another lady between our legs, licking your cock as it goes inside of me. Would you like that?" What has gotten into her? he wondered, but, with another surge of excitement. He moved faster and spread his legs, separating her legs even more as his thighs pressed against her, thinking what it would be like to have someone there. "Baby, you are turning me on." She moved her hips faster against him. "Oh, so you kind of like that idea, do you?" Okay, he thought, she wants to talk, I'll talk. James was always careful with his lovers. Too careful some of them would say, not realizing that he'd had a real bad experience just before he turned twenty that made him let every lady lead in matters of sex. He did not want to step over any boundaries that he could not see. "Oh, and would you like that?" he asked. "Another lady licking us there while we fuck?" "I think I would. It would feel very, very good." His cock kept up a steady, unrelenting rhythm inside of her. She felt the rising tension that would soon crest into an orgasm. "Just thinking about it," she said, "is going to make me come." "You are full of surprises." Hearing her say she was going to come started the tightening that would lead to his own orgasm. "And," he asked, "are you thinking of someone in particular?" She put her arm around his neck and pulled his head close, moving her hips faster and feeling her breasts against his chest, sliding with a thin film of perspiration between James and her. For a moment she was detached from their sex and wondering if she should take the next step, start them down a road leading to James's knowledge of her desires, and maybe knowledge of her participation in sex with Susan and Charles. But, she knew where she wanted this to go. She put her ear right next to his. "Susan. I'm thinking of Susan between our legs licking your cock and holding it as it slides in me." He started to come. She felt the surge in him and the rapid, almost erratic thrusts as he sought release. Her body responded and her climax began to grow, cresting as he came inside her with hard thrusts. He would push into her and pause, slide out and push into her again. Finally with a moan he put his hands under her ass and held her close as he sought to have his cock as deep inside her as possible as it pumped his semen into her. He lay down by her side and she nestled next to him, enjoying the heat and the scents and the dampness that surrounded them in bed. "I think you liked that," she said with a laugh. "God, whatever made you bring that up." She just laughed. She wanted to say: because I fucked Susan and Charles and I want to do it again and have you watch and I want to watch you fuck Susan and want to fuck you and suck Charles or vice versa and I want to lay under you like Susan did me and watch your cock in her pussy and take you out and taste her off you and maybe Charles could be tonguing me while I did that and I want to spread myself in front of everybody again. But, instead she said, "Just a little fantasy, dear." And laughed again. She probably could have hooked up with Susan and Charles again that next weekend, but Lisa felt like she owed it to James to decide whether he would join them or whether, well, whether she and James needed to break up. She didn't love James, not like "be true forever" love, but she didn't want to live a lie with him. The things with Charles and Susan had been so spontaneous that she did not feel that it was cheating. Doing it again would be planned and, if it were to happen while James thought she was exclusive to him, would feel like cheating. She didn't want to do that and would break up with James if necessary. A few nights later she did the things she did to let him know that she wanted him to take her to bed. He started in the way he always did. He lay down next to her and gently kissed her and started to caress her. She relaxed, enjoying the slow attention, but her mind was already racing ahead. Soon, her thoughts had her mind and her body pushed beyond the desire for gentle. She wanted to get fucked. Her kiss became harder. She opened her mouth and pressed it hard against his. She sucked at his tongue. James realized that something different was going on with Lisa this week. It scared him in some ways. Was he not satisfying her? Was he moving too slow? He knew he'd lost other girlfriends for that reason. But Lisa was being aggressive here, surely he could respond safely. He stuck his tongue in her mouth, letting her suck on it. He sought her tongue out. He pressed hard against her until it felt like his lips were bruised. They moved almost as if they were battling to see who could kiss the other hardest. His hand was behind her head. Her hand went to his cock and squeezed. "I need to get fucked," she said. "Good. Me too." Quickly they removed their clothes. He tried to roll over on top of her, but she pushed back and said, "No. My turn." He lay on his back and she moved over to the top of him. Her legs straddled him and she slid her pelvis back and forth, seeking to feel his hardness and seeking to make sure he felt the wet, warmth of her. She bent over him and kissed him, allowing her nipples to be stimulated by his chest. "What's gotten into you lately?" As he said it his hands moved to her hips to grind her harder against him, making sure she realized he had no complaints. He could actually feel his cock and stomach becoming wet as her pussy slid over him. "You're going to get into me. Sometimes I like it slow, sometimes I like it hard. Sometimes gentle is nice, sometimes I liked to get fucked. Tonight I want to get fucked." He pulled her close and sucked a nipple into his mouth, taking as much of her breast into his mouth as he could. His hands circled behind her ass and clenched. For a moment she thought his fingers would slide between her cheeks and she moved, trying to give him access to her ass. "I think you like the idea of fucking me." "Oh, yeah." "My pussy is wet." "I can feel it. My cock is hard." "I can feel it. Do you want it in me?" "Yes. God, yes." "In my pussy or in my mouth?" She almost said, or in my ass, but just couldn't do that. Yet. "Where ever you want it, babe." "I want it everywhere." "Well, you're gonna have to pick one." She slid down his body, her breasts trailing over his chest, then separating as they slid around his cock. She rubbed back and forth there for a moment. He arched his hips toward her. "Or, maybe you just want to fuck my tits." She slid on down, taking his cock in her hand and stroking its length while holding the tip of him against her cheek. She could smell the rich scent of him. She nestled down to the juncture of his right leg and his torso, seeking the warm aroma of his skin. His cock lay against her face, the tip caressed by her hair. Her hand pressed his cock against her face and her tongue touched him there, right at the top of his leg. Pushing her tongue through his hair and licking him felt sexy to her. Nasty, she thought to herself with delight. "That feels so good," he said. She just made a happy noise and pressed his cock harder against her cheek. She laid her hand flat against his cock and rolled it back and forth against her face. She could feel his scrotum soft and fluid against her hand. She trailed her tongue across him, feeling the round firmness of his testicles beneath the skin. He spread his legs seeking to give her head more room to tongue him there. She licked him lower, seeking to lift his balls on her tongue. Her hand slowly pumped him, sliding the soft skin over the swollen muscle. Her tongue moved to the underside of his cock and trailed slowly up. She felt the change in texture just beneath the crown of his cock. His skin was smoother there and as it became wet from her tongue, she could imagine nothing slicker, nothing smoother than that tiny patch of skin. She made the tip of her tongue as pointed as possible and slid it up the slight furrow that led to the opening at the tip of his cock. She could actually feel the opening separate as the tip of her tongue pressed him there. Suddenly she had a wild thought. She wondered if she could fuck him there with her clit. She pressed the tip of her tongue against him, trying to penetrate his cock. He moaned and tensed his legs, trying to hold absolutely still and let her abandon lead to where ever she wanted it to go. Her mouth moved to the tip of him with lips pursed as if to kiss. Slowly she opened her lips, imagining for a moment that the lips of her mouth were the lips between her legs. She kept her eyes closed and concentrated on the feeling of her lips opening for his cock. She slid her mouth around him, swirling her tongue around the tip him. Her hand continued to hold him and stroke him. She imagined him coming then, his cock surging, his balls emptying of sperm, his muscles contracting to push the fluid into her waiting mouth. She imagined his sperm ejaculating into the waiting heat of her mouth. That thought caused her to take him in her mouth as deep as possible. She had never deep throated anyone in her life. She'd never actually thought about it before, but she slid as far down on him as she could, wanted his cock to take her deep. She would have taken him into her throat if she'd known how. She slid her mouth up and down his cock several times, until suddenly she became aware of the need for him between her legs. She rose up and straddled him. Using one hand to balance herself on the bed, she used the other to guide his cock to where she was wet and open for him. She slid down on his cock quickly, wanting to feel him deep inside her. His hands moved to the top of her thighs, his finger splayed around her hips. He arched his back seeking to drive himself into her. She leaned forward. He thought it was because she wanted her nipples in her mouth and leaned his head toward her to do that. She, however, was oblivious to her breasts. She'd leaned forward to put pressure on his cock inside her. She wanted to feel the length of him filling her. She wanted to press her clit against him and relieve its insistent urge for stimulation. She moved her hips as rapidly as she could, making the ancient rhythms concentrate at the juncture of his cock and her pussy. She sat up, wanting to press him as deep as possible. One hand went behind them to grasp his balls and pull them up against her ass. She pressed them against her, feeling him between her cheeks and against her asshole. "You're going to make me come," he said. "Good. Come in me. I want to feel it." She actually felt him swell. He moved to meet the thrusts of her hips. That pushed her over the edge and she climaxed, turning liquid inside, shuddering and throwing her head back from the sheer intensity of the orgasm. Her orgasm, and the fact that he actually felt her get wetter, pushed him over the edge. He pumped his release into her, crying out as the wave of his orgasm crested, feeling like an avalanche of nothing but sensation wracking his body. As they both came down from the high of their orgasms, she laid down on top of him. His cock lay warm and wet inside her. "Wow," he said. "Yes," she said, with the smugness of a woman who knows her power. "Were you having fantasies again? "That wasn't a fantasy, dear, that was real." She said that before realizing that he asked about fantasies because her mention of another woman was still on his mind. "But," she said, "what fantasies were you enjoying?" "You took all thought away." She laughed, and said, "Yeah, I know what you were thinking about. You were thinking about having another woman in bed with us." "No. Really, I wasn't thinking of anything but how good you felt." She moved off of him and lay close by his side, her hand idly holding the weight of his flaccid penis. "You know I don't mind you fantasizing while we fuck. Don't worry about it." "I don't worry about it. You didn't give me time to fantasize about a thing, but if it makes you feel better, next time I will." She laughed. "Oh, you will, will you? And what are you going to fantasize about?" She crossed her leg over his and pressed her heated and very wet pussy against his leg. He took a chance. "I'll think about you and Susan, okay? I'll think about having both of you naked. I'll think about her licking my cock while it is sliding inside you." "Hmmmm. Would you like both of us to suck your cock together?" "Oh, yeah. I'm not stupid." "You'd like two tongues on you, huh?" "Yes." "What else would you like?" "Well . . ." "Would you like to watch her lick my pussy?" He swallowed and wondered again what had got into Lisa. Whatever it was, he was enjoying it. "Yes. Would you enjoy that? Having her lick you?" "I just might." He leaned back and lifted his head to look at her with a raised eyebrow. "Well, I might. Do you have a problem with the idea that I might like to have Susan lick me?" "Nope, not me." He put his head back next to hers. "What if I wanted to lick her?" she asked quietly. He raised his head back up and looked at her again. "There are definitely things about you I never guessed." She laughed. "That's me. Full of surprises." "But no, if you wanted to lick Susan, I guess, well gee, I'd just have to watch, wouldn't I?" "Oh, you could do more than watch. Maybe you'd enjoy fucking me from behind while my face was between her legs." She felt the surge of blood to his cock. So did he. "Lisa?" "Well, would you like that? Have me on my knees, fucking me while Susan was spread in front of me?" "Oh yeah." "Or maybe, maybe you'd enjoy fucking her and watching her lick me." His cock was rising beneath her hands, reacting to the pictures her words painted in his mind. She laughed, and said, "I think your cock likes the idea." She stroked him harder and harder. She was wet. "Get behind me." She raised up and got on her knees. He got on his knees behind her. Her face rested on the bed, her hips were raised and her legs spread apart. He could see her pussy, slightly open, her lips swollen from her desire. It looks completely different this way, he thought, somehow sexier. He held his cock and slid it up and down her slit. His other hand rested on her waist. He enjoyed this. He enjoyed sheer animal fucking. Because of his past he was always careful with women, but Lisa was taking him places he usually only imagined. She moved her hips in a circle, seeking, without rushing, to feel his cock against her. She reached back with both hands and putting one of her hands on either side of her ass, she spread herself for him. He looked down and could see the darker skin of her anus and the folds of her skin that led to the opening of her sex. He pressed the tip of his cock into her pussy. "Yeah, fuck me." He pushed into her, watching his cock slide into her. "I'm watching my cock slide into your pussy." "I wish I could see." "It looks real sexy." "See, if you were fucking Susan, I could watch." He laughed. "Anytime you want to give her a call, you have my permission." She laughed. "Fuck me now. Think about her legs spread right here in front of me. I'd spread her pussy so you could see her while you fuck me." It did not take long for the two of them to climax again. Part VII James sent flowers to Lisa's office on the day following the night Lisa got on her knees for him and encouraged him to think about her face between Susan's legs and Susan's pussy opened by Lisa's fingers. Lisa called Susan. "Hey, I hope you were serious about all of us getting together. I think James is certainly interested." "Oh my god, did you tell him?" "Well, not in so many words, but we talked about having you in bed with us." Lisa was whispering. "Oh, girl, give it up. What did you say to him?" "Susan! I'm at work. I can't talk." "Well, I can. Did you tell him we would both suck his cock?" "Nail on the head." Susan laughed. "Did you tell him I'd like to lie underneath the two of you and watch him fuck you?" "Nail two." "Or, you nasty girl, did you tell him you wanted to watch him fuck me?" "Three for three." "I'll talk to Charles. How about this weekend?" Lisa laughed. "Well, let's see. Maybe we can just get together. If things happen, they happen, okay?" "Oh, I bet things will happen. I'm already getting wet." "Well, I'm at work so that's not a good option for me right now." "What? You're not allowed to get wet at work?" "Yes. I think that's in the manual." "So if I talk to dirty to you, there's nothing you can do?" "Yes, that would be correct." "So, it might cause you discomfort to think about having James fucking your pussy while you suck Charles's cock and I suck your nipples?" "Yes, that sounds like a good idea, but that little problem we discussed may be about to happen." "Hmmmm. I'm getting wet, too. I've always wanted to get fucked in the pussy and the mouth at the same time. That won't be a problem with you, will it?" "No. I can't say THAT will be a problem. But, I really am going to have to go now." Susan laughed. "Okay, go. I'll talk to you later." Susan called Charles and he agreed that the four of them getting together for drinks and dinner on Saturday sounded like an excellent idea. They went to dinner at a bar and grill where the steaks were cooked on a big open pit grill in the middle of a patio. Charles picked a good white wine, a Gloria St. Jean chardonnay and James picked a Black Opal merlot from Australia. Later; after four bottles of wine, Caesar salad for four, two strip sirloins and two filet mignons; the group was laughing and having a terrific time. After the plates were cleared, James picked up his glass of wine and held it for a toast, "To a great time, great food, and two terrifically gorgeous ladies." "Ah," said Lisa, "he's so sweet." She leaned over and gave James a quick kiss on the lips. "Ah," said Susan, "he is sweet. Do you mind?" She leaned over and gave him a kiss, too. He was slightly surprised and most intrigued that her lips were parted and he, without a doubt, felt the touch of her tongue against his lips. "Hey," Charles said, "I'm sweet, too, you know." Susan gave him a good kiss. When she was through, Lisa leaned over and kissed Charles. Their tongues touched and moved together. James smiled and surprised himself by getting excited when he noticed Lisa's and Charles's kiss involved open mouths and lips that moved passionately together. "Hey, you two up for a night cap at our house?" Susan asked. "Sure," Lisa said. At the house Lisa and James ended up on the couch. Charles sat in his recliner while Susan went into the kitchen to get soft drinks for everyone. Lisa was determined to push the evening and was sitting close to James. "Thank you," Lisa said, "for a great evening." She kissed James. She would not let him pull his head away. Her tongue moved between his lips and one hand gripped his arm firmly. She made a purring sound in her throat and rolled toward him. "Thank you very much," she whispered and then continued kissing him. "Hmmm," Susan said returning to the living room, "looks like fun." She sat in Charles's lap and started kissing him. Lisa's hand made its way inside James's shirt. He was very surprised and a little worried about how forward Lisa was being. He could still only believe that their bedroom fantasies were destined to be only fantasies. He glanced over at Charles and Susan and noticed that they were seriously involved with each other. Charles's hand was on Susan's side with Charles obviously caressing the side of Susan's breast. Okay, fine, James thought to himself, he would see just how far Lisa was willing to go in this passionate embrace. He moved his hand up her side. As his palm slid over her side, he could feel her ribs. He let his thumb slide up the front of her body so that when his hand felt the gentle swell of her breast at her side, his thumb was nestled in the crease just beneath her breast. He could feel the soft warm weight of her breast against his thumb and the side of his hand. Lisa moved just a little, pulling her breast away from his chest to give him room to move his thumb up and over her nipple. He could feel the hard nub of her nipple and he circled his thumb around it. She rewarded his move with a gentle moan deep in her throat. Across the room Charles had unbuttoned two of Susan's buttons and was running his fingertips across the swell of her breasts above her bra. Charles looked over Susan's shoulder just in time to see James look up at him. Lisa was kissing James's neck. James's hand was filled with Lisa's breast. Charles winked at James and smiled. Charles let a hand drop to caress Susan's ass. James did the same to Lisa. Both ladies were unaware of what the other was doing, but the guys both noticed that both ladies rolled their hips to give their man easier access to their bottom. Each guy let their hand slip further under his lady. James, who had always shown restraint with Lisa, decided Lisa knew what she was doing and she seemed to want . . . well, he wasn't sure what it was she wanted, but he decided that a bit more aggression and a bit more raw physical activity would not be a mistake. He moved his hand over her ass and pressed his finger tips between her cheeks, gripping her ass with lustful attention. She responded by swinging one leg over his and grinding her groin against his thigh. At that point he knew that, in this moment, he had not made a mistake. Susan tried to straddle Charles and he moved both hands to her ass. The recliner did not lend itself to their posture and almost tipped over when she tried to rub her mound against his cock. Susan laughed and looked over at the other couple. James had one hand on Lisa's breast and the other gripping her ass. Lisa looked back over her shoulder at Susan. She smiled and their eyes met knowingly. Susan said, "Guys, Charles and I are going to kill ourselves in this chair. We're going to the bed. It's king size and you can have half if you want." Lisa tugged James to his feet and followed Charles and Susan to the bedroom. The couples lay side by side, the girls prone on top of the guys, kissing their respective mate and rotating their hips, slowly against their partner. Both men had their hands fondling the bottom of their partner. James raised his eyebrows in question to Lisa. She put her lips beside his ear and whispered, saying, "You okay?" He nodded. She smiled and mouthed "good." She pressed her hips harder against him and groaned when his hands squeezed her bottom. James glanced over at Susan and Charles. Charles's face was hidden by the open panels of Susan's blouse. Susan's head was tilted back, her eyes closed and her hands on Charles's head. Charles obviously had his mouth on Susan's breasts. While James watched, Susan shrugged her shoulders and her blouse slid down her arms. He could not help but enjoy his view of Susan, her top slipped down, her bra pushed up exposing her breasts to Charles's mouth and James's view. James looked at Lisa to see if he could tell what she was thinking. She looked at what he was looking at, smiled, reached down and grasped his cock through his pants and said, "Sexy, huh?" "Oh, yeah." "You don't mind do you?" "No." Lisa started unbuttoning his shirt and letting her lips and tongue trail over his chest. Susan looked over at her friends and seeing no objection on James's part, she slipped her shirt and bra off and tossed them to the floor. She smiled at James. Charles's hands were on her breasts as she undid his shirt. Lisa sat up and pulled her top off over her head and tossed it to the floor. She put her hands behind her as if to unfasten her bra and looked at James. She raised her eyebrows as if asking him whether she should proceed. He nodded and soon her bra joined her shirt on the floor. Her nipples were swollen with excitement and James raised his head to take a nipple into his mouth. Both ladies made moaning noises as the guys sucked and licked their breasts. Susan reached a hand out to Lisa and Lisa took her hand. They looked at each other, smiled, nodded, and gave their hands a squeeze. At the same time, Lisa and Susan began moving down the bed until each could get to the waist of their lover's pants. They unbuttoned and unzipped the pants beneath them. James looked quickly to confirm that the same thing was happening with Charles. Charles grinned at him and shrugged as if to say, "what can we do?" Their pants slid down their legs and soon the girls were fondling them through their shorts. Lisa's hand went to James's waist band and pushed its way to where she could grasp the solid mass of his cock. Susan's hand on Charles was not far behind. James sensed more than saw Charles's erection as Susan pulled his shorts down to free the cock. James felt the cooler air of the room wash over his cock as Lisa exposed him in the same way. As Lisa bent down to take the tip of James's cock in her mouth, he no longer worried about what was going on. His eyes closed and he concentrated on feeling the warm, wet wash of Lisa's tongue over the tip of his cock. He could hear the noises Susan made as she sucked on Charles. The bed moved as Charles pushed his hips toward Susan, seeking to be deeper inside her mouth. Charles was the first to speak when he said, "You girls need to get naked." The girls looked at each other and both climbed off the end of the bed. Charles and James raised their head to watch as the two ladies stripped, removing their pants and panties quickly. The ladies then tugged off the men's shoes and pulled their pants off. Two cocks pointed stiffly toward the ceiling. "God, this is so hot," Susan said, "I am so wet." "You're not the only one." Lisa said. "Excuse me, but I'm going to get fucked now." Susan laughed. "Me, too." They straddled their respective men and, taking cocks in hand, they spread their legs, reached underneath themselves, and together slid down, taking the cocks inside. James and Charles each moved in rhythm, seeking to match the movement of the ladies with thrusts of their own. In a moment, Susan looked over to see Lisa bending over James, her hips pistoning on his cock, her hands resting on the bed, and her breasts moving with each plunge and thrust of her hips. Just the sight was enough to send Susan to the edge of orgasm. When she tried to take a breath it turned into a moan of pleasure. James heard Susan's moan and it sent him to the edge of an orgasm. He moved his hands to Lisa's hips and started thrusting harder, seeking release in her depths. Watching James start to thrust harder into LIsa made Susan lose it and she had an orgasm, crying out as she tried to take Charles's cock as deep as possible as her body shuddered and jerked. The sounds Susan made, and the movement of James beneath her, were all it took and Lisa began to climax as well. Charles was holding back, enjoying his wife and the friends beside them and the abandonment of everyone having sex at the same time. Watching Susan climax actually distracted James and just at the edge of orgasm, he hung there, not quiet willing to go the extra step over the edge. He did not want things to end. The girls collapsed on their men. Lisa and Susan looked at each other, giggled and reached out a hand to each other. "That was nice, but I don't think Charles came," Susan said. "How about you?" Lisa looked at James. "Not quiet, but that's okay. I will soon, I think." Susan looked at Lisa and said, "I know what Charles would like. He wants to come in my ass, don't you dear?" Charles laughed. "You know me. Always." Lisa looked down at the expression on James's face. "I've never done that. Have you?" She asked him. "No. I tried once, but we couldn't do it." It was very quiet in the room for a moment. Then, Lisa said quietly, "Would you like to try with me?" "Are you sure?" "Yes. I want to try and take you in my ass. Okay?" "Sure." Susan bounced off the bed and said, "Cool, hang on I'll get the lube." She opened a drawer on the nightstand and pulled out a bottle of lube. She looked at Lisa and said, "Charles was so gentle the first time we did it. Let us show you how. You can do it like we do." Susan climbed back on the bed, rolled over Charles, pushing him backward with her hip and told Lisa, "Get on your side facing me." Lisa moved off James and lay on the bed about a foot and a half from Susan. The men lay behind them. Susan reached back and squirted lube into Charles's hand. She held the lube toward James. He reached a hand out and she put a large dollop in his palm. "Always use lots of lube," Susan said. "Put some on her ass, push a little in... hmmm... yeah, like that," she said looking back at Charles. Charles's fingers were rubbing her, pushing part of the way into her ass to spread the lube. James reached down to Lisa's ass and, using two fingers, spread lube over her asshole. Seeing that Susan had done the same, Lisa reached back with one hand and spread her cheeks to give James easy access. For some reason, James found that to be very sexy. "Be sure and lube your cock. Then, leave the bottle here in the middle so either of us can get more lube if we need it." James followed Susan's instructions. "Now, it will be a little easier for me, but I'm going to try to describe how to make it go slow and gentle. Okay?" Lisa could only nod. Even though she had just climaxed, she was very excited about what was happening. "Now, James," Susan said, "you have to let Lisa kind of be in control. Hold your cock in your hand so that you can't accidentally slip in. Start to masturbate against her asshole, but don't come. If you need to rest, rest first." "No, I'm okay." James's hand started to stroke his cock. The tip of him was buried in the slippery warmth between her cheeks, pressed against her skin. It felt very good to him. It felt very exciting to Lisa. Charles was doing the same thing with Susan. "Hmmmmmm," Susan said, "just enjoy the way that feels. Feels good, doesn't it Lisa?" "Oh yeah." "Well, as he holds it and rubs it against you start putting a little pressure against him. Try to keep him centered on your asshole." Lisa did just that, she started moving her hips and thrusting gently back against the cock that pressed against her. She could feel the knuckles on James's hand pressing against her bottom. She could press hard against him and his hand would keep him from plunging too quickly inside her unused ass. "Keep doing that and enjoy the feeling." Susan closed her eyes. She had a hand on Charles's hip urging him against her. "Now, I can feel myself opening up to him, but that's because I'm used to this. You need to try and relax as much as possible. When it slips in, you'll be surprised at how easy he'll slide in." Lisa pressed harder against James. She could feel her asshole give just a little against the spongy tip of him. It didn't really hurt. There was a pressure, but it was an erotic feeling, a feeling enhanced by the very forbidden nature of what they were about to do. "Can you feel him trying to get inside?" Susan asked. "Yes." "James, don't thrust, but slide your hand back to give her room. Let her control the penetration" Although it wasn't necessary, because of their experience, Charles did the same thing. He stopped his movement and let Susan control. Susan pressed her back against him. "It might help if you hold him," she told Lisa. Lisa reached back. Her hand grasped his cock and he moved his hand further away to give her room. She extended a finger and felt her asshole. She rubbed the finger around to gather lube and press it against her hole. Using the finger as a guide she pressed the tip of his cock right against her opening. Lisa held him and moved her hips back, pressing with a steady pressure. She watched Susan doing the same thing. She reached a new plateau of excitement. James felt her start to give beneath his cock. It was as if an indention had formed in which he was centered. The tight ring of her ass started to spread, giving way to the pressure. Lisa felt the tip of his cock slide into her ass. It surprised her that it did not hurt at all, it felt as good as when she had occasionally fingered her ass while masturbating. It was all James could do to keep from plunging into her. He wanted to bury his cock into her ass. Charles's cock was slowly sliding into the more experienced Susan. "That's right," Susan said when she noticed Lisa's eyes widen a bit at the sensation and a small smile of triumph appeared on Lisa's face. "Push on back." Lisa pressed harder. Her ass slowly opened, slick with lube and hot with her inner heat. Her hand controlled him as he slowly slid in. It hurt a bit, being stretched like that for the first time. The sensations could not be separated. There was a bit of pain, but it was almost, or maybe completely, pleasurable. There was a new feeling of fullness, of having a cock up her ass for the first time ever. There was Susan in front of her fucking Charles with her ass. There was the smell of sex. There was sweat. There was the feeling of James behind her. It was hot. It was nasty. It was sex. It was good. James was maybe an inch and a half inside her, the rigid shaft just grasped by the tight ring at the opening of her. She moved her hand away from his cock and rested it on his hip. He started to press forward, but Lisa said, "No, wait, let me get used to you. I've never done this." He stopped. She breathed deep, enjoying all the sensations of what she was doing. It felt like he might slip out. She put a little pressure on his hip with her hand and said, "Okay, just a little more. Slowly." He pushed forward. Slowly. His cock spread her and moved slowly into her lubed passageway. He pushed in about three inches and paused. James and Lisa could see that Charles was moving back and forth, fucking Susan's ass. Susan's back arched and she smiled at the sensations of Charles's cock inside her. James withdrew a little and pressed in. He took the lube and added more to his cock right where it pressed into Lisa's body. "Yes," Lisa said, "go ahead, fuck me." James pushed a little deeper and pulled back. He pushed deeper and pulled back. He was fucking her ass now, trying not to go too fast or too hard. Lisa was enjoying the sensation of his cock in her ass. She moved a hand to her clit. Susan noticed the move, and with a smile, Susan took Lisa's hand and moved it and pressed it against herself. She put her hand on Lisa and stretched two fingers, one on each side of Lisa's clit and began stroking her in time with the slow movement of James's cock in Lisa's ass. Charles was starting to move faster. He knew that Susan would let him know if he got to forceful, and he wanted to fuck harder. He wanted to come. Susan had no desire to stop him. An orgasm was building in her beneath Lisa's fingers and the surge of Charles's cock inside her backside. Lisa realized with a start that she was flowing toward an orgasm. It did not feel like the orgasm was building because Susan was stimulating her clit. As nice as that was, this orgasm was being stimulated by the cock in her ass. It seemed to be stroking her clit on the inside. Soon, Lisa felt James's pubic hair brush against her ass and she took a deep breath. His cock was deep in her ass and she was definitely enjoying the sensation. Next to Lisa and James, Charles was passing the point that made an orgasm inevitable. He was fucking faster, taking himself to the edge. Susan's hand on his hip urged him on, pulling him into her ass, moving with the power of him. James started to orgasm. He resisted the urge to slam into Lisa's tender ass. To let her know, he said, "I'm coming." "Go ahead," Lisa said, "Push deep, come deep in my ass." Hearing her was all it took. He pushed harder. The orgasm took control, blanking his mind and his thought and his motion with the avalanche of pleasure that seized his entire body. He could feel the sperm surge through his body and squirt into Lisa's ass. His orgasm was more intense than he could ever remember before. Charles came in Susan's ass just as Susan's orgasm wracked her body. His hands were on her breasts pulling her back to him as his cock emptied inside of her. There were gentle moans and small laughter as the four of them basked in the heated moments after their lovemaking. James smiled as Susan bent over and gave him and then Lisa a kiss. Lisa felt Susan's tongue against hers and opened her mouth willingly to the warmth of Susan's kiss. Later, at Lisa's apartment, warm from a shower, Lisa and James fell asleep, his arms around her, her bottom pressed against the soft weight of his cock. Part VIII On Monday, Lisa's co-workers gave her a hard time about receiving another dozen roses from James. She called him. "I guess you're okay with what happened at Charles and Susan's house." "Yes. That was very wild, very hot and yes, I'm okay with it." "I know this may not be the time and place, but I need to ask you. Would it bother you if I wanted things to get wilder and hotter?" "I don't think so. What do you mean?" "Think about whether you're interested in living out our fantasy. You know the one where Susan joins us. But keep in mind that you would have to be okay with sharing me with Charles." "Lisa, I . . ." She cut him off. "No. Think about it and we'll talk about it later. Come over after work." He knocked on her door. She had just showered and was in a bathrobe when she answered the door. He laughed. She realized how it must look and laughed, saying, "I really didn't intend to greet you half naked. I just got out of the shower." She was blushing. "Its okay. I like you half naked." "Yeah, but we need to have a serious conversation and this makes it hard." "Yes, it does make it hard." Actually their conversation was starting to make him hard. She blushed again and punched him on the shoulder. "No, that's not what I mean. I really want to talk serious." "Okay," he said. "Serious it is. I really am okay with what happened. I just want to make sure you are." She hugged him. "Yes, I am. In fact I've stayed horny all day thinking about what we did. Did you enjoy watching Susan?" "Yes. And I think you enjoyed watching them, too." "Yes. I did. You know I halfway thought that might happen." "Oh?" "Yeah, well Susan and I have been friends a long time and we'd been talking." "Did you plan that?" "No... well, not really... maybe sort of... Not in detail, we just agreed that if it ever did happen we'd probably enjoy it." By this time they were sitting on the sofa. His arm was around her shoulder. "So, what else do you think you might enjoy." She took a deep breath. "Here's the thing James. Some times I really like romantic seduction and lovemaking. But I'm starting to learn that I really like down and nasty sex. Whether it is just with you or if wilder things happen. I really, really enjoy nasty sex." He was getting hard. "Look, Lisa, I know that sometimes I've moved kind of slow. Maybe I've been too careful, but that's only so you wouldn't get freaked out or pissed off. I really enjoyed what we did, and we can go as far as you would like." She smiled at him. "Let's make a deal, okay? We can talk to each other about anything sexual okay? And the other won't freak out." "Deal." "So, what's your freakiest fantasy?" He laughed, "Oh, no... you're not tricking me like that. I can be as freaky as you want, but I'm not sure I've even had my freakiest fantasy. Right now I'm overwhelmed by reality." "Well, just so long as I can trust you if I get wild." "Trust me. You have me hard right now." "Oh?" She reached over and rubbed his hard cock through his pants. "I'll make a deal with you. I'll tell you a fantasy about something I'd like to try if you'll tell me one, too. And you can fuck me while I tell you." He laughed. "Okay. We have another deal." In the bedroom they stripped. Lisa lay back on the bed, her legs spread for James. He got between her legs, his hard-on in his hand. She smiled and arched her hips as he rubbed the tip of his cock up and down the slit between her legs. He looked down and could see the tip of him spread her lips as it slid back and forth. He pressed the tip of his cock in slowly until just the head of his cock was inside her. "Okay," he said, "tell me that fantasy." His hands were on her hips. She squirmed against him, trying to rotate her pussy around the tip of his cock. She smiled, and said, "Well, if we continue our games with Susan and Charles, I'd like to have Charles just like this, his cock inside me fucking me nice and slow. "I'd like to have my head laying over the side of the bed so that you can stand beside the bed and I can suck you." James started stroking his cock in her a little faster and for a moment she was quiet, enjoying the sensations of his cock inside of her. "I'd like to feel both of you come at the same time. Him in my pussy and you in my mouth." With that she looked up at him. "You never come in my mouth and sometimes I might just enjoy that. Would you do that for me if I wanted you to?" James pushed the length of his cock inside of her. "You would really enjoy that?" "Yes. Very much." "I never realized that. I always thought you'd want me to pull out first." "No. I promise, if I want you to pull out, I'll make it clear." "I never had someone that enjoyed that." "Well, you're with me now and the fantasy I want fulfilled is to have come squirting into my pussy and my mouth at the same time." James was stroking inside of her faster. He was amazed to realize that he was already close to an orgasm. Her pussy was wet and she was moving in rhythm with his strokes. She felt him quicken his movement and it even felt like she felt his cock swell inside of her. "You know," she said, "you don't have to wait until we're with them to come in my mouth. You can do it now if you want." "Oh, god," he said, "you have me close to coming." "Come in my mouth. Please?" James moved back so his cock slid out of Lisa. She put her legs together as he moved up to straddle her body. She pressed her legs tightly together, seeking to keep the stimulation of her clit. James had his legs on either side of her. Her breasts pressed softly against his thighs. She gently held his hips with her hands, looked up at him with a smile, and opened her mouth for him. He took his cock in his hand and started to stroke himself to a climax. She raised her head just a bit and he moved so that the tip of his cock was on her tongue. She was so turned on the pressure she was putting on herself by clenching her legs together was sending tiny electrical shocks through her groin. Looking down, James could see the swollen head of his cock resting on her tongue. He pushed forward a little and she closed her lips around him. She could feel the edge of his fist against her chin as he stroked himself. He pulled back and she opened her mouth, keeping her tongue flat so that his cock rested there. "I'm coming." He started to ejaculate. He watched his semen squirt into her mouth. He could see it on her tongue just before she lifted her head to close her lips around his cock. His cock surged again and he saw her throat work as she swallowed his sperm. He cried out in pleasure and collapsed forward, resting his hands on the headboard to keep from smothering her. Lisa put her hands on his butt and pressed him into her mouth, seeking to take his cock as deep as possible for the last surges of semen into her. "Oh my god," he said as he moved to lie down beside her. "That was very, very hot. Thank you," Lisa said. He laughed. "Thank you. I can't believe you did that for me." She smiled and snuggled against him. "I enjoyed it." "It was so cool to see myself squirt into your mouth. Thank you, thank you, thank you." He peppered her face with kisses. She laughed. "I wish I could watch. Sometime you'll have to let me jack you off into Susan's mouth so I can watch you come on her tongue." She smiled a secret smile at the memory of watching Charles ejaculate into Susan's mouth that day she first got wild with Susan and Charles. "Now remember," Lisa said, "you still have to tell me one of your fantasies." "Well, that was one of them right there." "Yeah, but it doesn't count, because that one was mine. Tell me another." Her hand was on his semi-soft cock stroking lightly. "Hmmmm, let me think. Knowing that you are not opposed to playing with Susan opens up all sorts of new possibilities." "I want to hear a fantasy that you've already had, not one that you're thinking about because of what we're going to do with Susan." "Well, I've certainly had the standard male fantasies of sex with two women before." "No. Tell me something different. It doesn't even have to be really possible. Just a fantasy that turns you on. In fact, tell me the last fantasy you remember that did not involve me." He looked at her. She kept stroking his cock and smiled at him sweetly. "It's okay, you know," she said, "I won't get jealous or mad. Everybody has fantasies. Well, everybody should have fantasies." "Okay." He decided to trust this new Lisa that had made herself known. "Last week at work, Mrs. Richardson chewed me out for a missing report but she was wrong. I'd finished the report early and had already put it in the system where it was supposed to be. When I pointed it out she just said, 'Oh, sorry" and went back to her office. "I was a little pissed at her for making such a big production in front of everybody and then just walking off. I thought about what I'd have liked for her to do." "Oh, what's that?" "I'd have liked for her to have to apologize by letting me spank her naked ass and then have my way with her." Lisa propped herself up on her elbow and looked at him. "Really?" she said. He nodded. "Well, that's the last sexual thought I remember without having you involved." He was a little worried that despite what she'd said, Lisa would get mad at him. Lisa kept stroking his cock gently but actually felt him soften a little bit. "You know something?" she said, "Susan likes to get spanked. Would you like to spank her sometime?" He looked at her. "Man, the two of you really talk to each other, don't you?" Lisa laughed and said, "Yes. We do. So, would you like to spank her sometime?" She felt his cock getting harder. "Yes, if it would be okay, I think I would, if she enjoys it. Once, when I was a teenager I went to my girlfriend's house one night. Before I could knock on the door I heard her dad and mom yelling at her for smoking. I liked that because I didn't like her smoking either. I stood on her porch in the dark and listened. Before I knew it I heard her dad tell her to bend over the couch. I couldn't believe it. I was able to see in the window and despite her protests, she bent over the end of the couch and got a spanking. She was sixteen at the time and it turned me on to see her bent over like that. That might have been the start of my fantasy about spanking somebody." "See," Lisa said, "it's okay for you to tell me that. It makes me hot to think about you getting turned on by spanking. You know I've never had a lot of fantasies about spanking, but I've been thinking a lot about what Susan told me and who knows, maybe you'll get to spank us both some time." She also remembered spanking Susan and how excited that had made her. Lisa had a feeling that sex in the future was going to really be interesting. PART IX As the weekend approached, Lisa called Susan and asked, "Hey, are we going to try to get together this weekend?" "Well, maybe we can do something on Sunday, but Charles told me not to plan anything on Saturday because he has made plans for us." "Okay, give me a call if you want to do something." After she hung up the phone, Lisa was surprised to realize she felt a little bit jealous. She was able to laugh it off and it actually did her good to be reminded that the four friends were actually two couples. She suddenly realized it would be good to reinforce that by following up the sex play that she and James had enjoyed with Susan and Charles with a date alone with James. On Saturday, as she got dressed for a night out with Charles, Susan asked him, "What's up? Why the special plans?" He shrugged and said, "Well, we did our thing with Lisa and we did our thing with James and Lisa. I got to thinking about how incredibly lucky I am to have you and how incredibly lucky we are to have a relationship like that and I wanted to remind you how much I love you." Tears came to her eyes and she hugged him hard. They went to eat at one of the finest restaurants in town. Afterwards he took her to Colson's, an upscale bar on top of one of the buildings downtown, where they had cocktails and they danced. She realized that one of the biggest turn-ons of the evening was that not once had he asked her where she wanted to go or what 2she wanted to do. Unlike most evenings out, he had taken complete charge. On this evening that was perfect. During a slow dance Susan was very aware of the warmth between their bodies, his hands firm on her back. She pressed against him wanting to press her breasts and thighs and torso against her man. He made a sound of pleasure and she tilted her head to whisper in his ear. "You know, it doesn't require this to get me in bed." He laughed. "This is not about trying to get you in bed. This about how much I love you." "I love you, too, and even if this is not about trying to get me in bed, let me just say, as a woman, I am getting very wet for my man." He laughed, held her tight and said, "Well, my lady, you get as wet as possible because I want to taste you later." They held each other tighter and swayed together to the music. At about the time Charles and Susan were dancing, and getting very horny for each other, Lisa and James were pulling into the parking lot of the Easy Slide Rhythm and Blues Club. James picked Lisa up earlier that night. She had told him not to expect to go out with Charles and Susan, and, yeah, he was a little disappointed about that. Truth was, so was Lisa, but there was no reason the new expansion of their sexual horizons could not enhance the two of them alone. They parked at the club and Lisa said, "You're not disappointed about not being able to fuck Susan and me both tonight, are you?" Her forthrightness surprised James, but he liked it. "No, of course not. I'm sure if everything works, and we all want it, we'll enjoy each other again, but I will always enjoy you the most." "Good answer." She laughed. "Just so you know, if you keep being honest with me and let me be honest with you, other things are going to change, too." "What do you mean?" "You and I usually go out, have fun and go back to my place or your place and have sex, right?" "Well, yeah." "The sex is good and important, right?" "Sure. It is not the only reason I enjoy being with you, but you bet I enjoy the sex." "Especially lately?" She reached over and gave his cock a rub through his pants. He laughed. "Yeah, lately the sex has been a little more. . . um . . . kinky? Intense? Something." "I like kinky." "I do, too. A lot of the time. That doesn't mean there won't be times when I want to make love with you, nice and slow." "Hmmmmm, you better, but just so you know, tonight you don't have to be slow." "Okay. It's a deal. Tonight is kinky night." "Good. Then you'll understand when I do this." Lisa hiked her skirt up and reached underneath. He could see the smooth expanse of her thighs above the dark, thigh high stockings she was wearing. His cock began to get hard. She raised her bottom off the car seat and slid her black panties down her legs and off. She tugged her skirt down, smiled sweetly, and said, "Okay, I'm ready." "Wait just a minute. Let me see those." She handed him her panties. It excited him that they were warm from her body heat. He held them to his face and breathed deep. The aroma of her excitement was very evident. He looked at her and said, "Your pussy smells delicious." "Good. Now let's get in the club before I soak the back of my dress." With a grin, he hung her panties over the rear view mirror of the car. She smiled and got out of the car. He let his hand rest on her bottom as they walked into the club. While Lisa and James were enjoying their first ice cold glasses of vodka, Charles and Susan were finishing their last cocktail and getting ready to go to their house. They walked arm and arm to the car. Charles kissed her before he opened her door, his hands on her bottom pulling her close to him. "Let's get home," she said, "I want you inside of me." The Easy Slide was crowded. Lisa and James found a place at the end of the bar right next to one of the waitress stations. There they could stand crammed together and watch the crowd. An advantage was that this corner was a little dark and a little out of the way. It wasn't long before Lisa felt James's hand on the back of her thigh. She made a sound of pleasure and moved closer to him, assuring that no one else in the room could see his hand sliding up under her skirt. "You know, my kinky girlfriend, you could have left your panties on and I might just have taken them off right here." "Oh, you would, would you? You like me being naked under this skirt, don't you?" "Yes I do." His hand slid further, until he could feel the curve of the cheeks of her bottom against the side of his hand. "I like being able to feel your naked ass." She squirmed a little against his hand. "Can you feel that I'm getting wet?" He curved his hand between her legs. She spread her legs just a little to give him more room. "Yes," he said, "I can tell." He could feel her, heated and moist between the legs. Charles and Susan arrived at their home and headed straight for the bedroom. Without taking their eyes from each other, they stood on either side of the bed and pulled back the bedspread. Standing on opposite sides of the bed, they started to undress, watching each other with pleasure. "You are so beautiful and sexy," Charles said. "Tonight I want it to be all about you." Soon, she was standing in her bra and panties and he was completely naked, his cock hard and standing straight from his body. "Wait," he said, "let me look at you." She felt curiously shy as she stood there, exposed intimately before him. He moved around to her side of the bed and she turned to face him. His arms went around her and he pulled her close, his cock curving hard against the soft, silky warmth of her panties. One of his hands was in the small of her back and the other lower, just touching the top of her panties as they kissed. He could feel the warm softness of her breasts beneath her bra. Her nipples were swollen and the pressure of the material of her bra, pressing and rubbing against his chest, was stimulating her in a very good way. His hands slid over her, feeling the smooth curve of her. They trailed up her back and with practiced familiarity he unhooked her bra. He stepped back so that he could slide it off of her. Each hand cupped a breast and each thumb gently stroked a nipple. The nipples hardened and sent flashes of arousal to her groin. Back at the Easy Slide, James's hand was pressed between Lisa's legs. The two of them were close together to make sure that no one in the crowded bar could see what they were doing. The waitress came to the wait station every so often and stood right next to them. They would sit still so that she would not notice that his hand was under Lisa's dress. The tip of one of his fingers pressed into the split of Lisa's sex, encountering the heat and slickness of her. Lisa shifted her hips slightly, hunching backwards to try and feel the stimulation of his finger. The tip of the finger got wet from her and he moved it up to find her clit. Leaning, he whispered in her ear, "You feel very nice." She made a happy noise in her throat in reply and brushed the back of her hand against his cock. "You're going to make me come," she said. "Do you have a problem with that?" She smiled shyly. "No." He moved his finger lower to get it wetter and pressed it again to her clit, making small circles around that swollen part of her. She gripped his arm with both her hands and put her forehead on his shoulder. As her orgasm slowly flooded her senses, she bit his arm to keep from crying out. He laughed. "Let's go," she said. He took his hand from between her legs and turned to finish his drink. Just as they prepared to leave, the waitress came to her station. All night she'd had that waitress face, a ready smile but eyes that never looked directly at any one person, but as they started to leave, she smiled and said, "Looks like you were having fun." James smiled sheepishly. Lisa laughed and said, "Oh, yes." They all three laughed and Lisa and James left the bar. In the parking lot, James's car was parked against the fence at the back of the lot. He walked Lisa around to open the door for her, but as he stood behind her and reached around her to the car door, he felt her butt pressed against him. "Hmmmm," she said, as she rubbed her ass against his cock, stiff in his pants. He put his hands on her skirt and squeezed her ass. She leaned against the car, arching to thrust her ass at him. He lifted her skirt, exposing her bare ass to the night and to his caresses. She spread her legs and braced against the car. Looking around, he unzipped his pants and took his hard cock in his hand. He stooped slightly to fit his cock against her pussy from behind. He pushed into her, took her hips in his hands and started moving with a frenzy inside her pussy. In that position, his cock pressed against the topside of her pussy and almost seemed to be pressing her clit from the inside. They both felt her get wetter. The feeling made him move even faster inside of her. "I'm going to come," he said. "Come on baby, come inside of me," she said. He did, pressing her against the car as his cock discharged inside of her. He slipped from her and turned her around to kiss. "Hmmm," she said, "I can feel your come running down my thighs. I like it." She put a hand between her legs, getting it wet from the mix of their fluids. She made a sound of appreciation as she put her fingers in her mouth. Back at their house, Susan was lying on the bed with her arms over her head and her legs spread slightly. Charles was hovering over her, kissing and licking her neck and shoulder and nipples and ears. He knelt beside her, his cock raised hard away from his body. His left hand was lightly caressing her hair as he bent down to kiss her lips. Their mouths opened to each other and their tongues touched. He rose slightly so that his lips did not quite meet hers. His tongue touched her lips and her tongue. Their breath mingled. He brought his right hand up slowly between her legs until he could feel the hair there, silky and light against his fingers. He continued to kiss her with just the tip of his tongue. The hand between her legs danced lightly over her, his fingers lightly touching her. He took the lips on one side of her pussy lightly between his fingers and stroked, enjoying the firm texture of her sex. He moved his fingers to the other side. She arched her hips and groaned into his mouth. He brought his fingers to his mouth and wet them. He moved them back between her legs and the wetness made her slippery as he slowly continued to feel one side of her and then the other. He pressed only slightly inside of her and added that slickness to his fingers. She groaned again and said, "You're torturing me." He smiled. One finger slid into her slowly. She moved against it. He moved his finger inside of her, feeling all sides of her. He brought the finger, wet and scented by her to her nipple and rubbed her there. He moved the finger back between her legs and as it slid into her again, his tongue tasted her from her nipple, first lightly and then stronger, until he sucked her nipple into his mouth, seemingly trying to get her entire breast into his mouth while his tongue circled and stroked and licked her nipple. She arched her back to him. He withdrew the finger from inside her and raised it to her face. He smiled as he held his finger against her lips. She could smell her scent. Her tongue touched his finger and she could taste herself. He took one of her hands in his and laced their fingers together. Together, their hands went between her legs. He cupped his hand over the top of her hand and urged her to rub herself between the legs. He slipped his index finger under hers and pulled it up so that it was extended along the length of his. Together, they pushed both fingers inside of her and stroked slowly back and forth. He raised their hands to their faces. While looking into each other's eyes, they took their partner's finger into their mouth and sucked and licked the taste of her. "I want you," she said. He rolled over on top of her. Her hand took him and guided him inside of her. He moved slowly, going deep and withdrawing so that only the tip of him remained surrounded by the heat of her. Over and over he moved in and out slowly. Her hips moved against him. He held himself off of her and she put her arms around him, rising to brush her nipples against his chest. He pressed against her and moved his hands beneath her hips lifting her to meet his slow and steady thrusts. She locked her ankles around his legs. Her orgasm made her cry out. He felt the surge as his own orgasm became inevitable. He pressed against her to come as deep inside her as he could get. After a moment they lay still, side by side. "I love you," he said. "I love you," she said. Part X Much to the unexpressed disappointment of all four of the friends, they were unable to get together on Sunday. On Monday Susan asked Charles if he would mind getting together with Lisa and James on Saturday. "Of course not," he said with a smile. "I think it's time we had some fun again, don't you?" "Absolutely," she said with a smile and a hug for him. On Thursday Charles gave her the bad news. His company had an emergency and he had to leave on Friday and go to Canada for several days to help resolve the problem. "But," he said, "I want you to know that if you want to get together with Lisa and James, it's okay with me." "Really?" "Sure. As long as you give me all the details when I get home." She hugged him and said, "Only if you're sure. I love you so much." He laughed and they kissed. They were watching television later and she was thinking about getting together with Lisa and James. "You know," she said, "I really like it that you aren't jealous of me getting together with Lisa and James." "Hey, I trust that you love me and that you know that I love you. We promised a long time ago to always be honest with each other. I know we both love sex and, face it, sex with other people can be a lot of fun. I know it doesn't mean you're going to leave me." "Well, I feel the same way. And you know, if you should have the opportunity to enjoy some wild sex on a business trip, I trust that you'll enjoy it and then come home and tell me about it." He laughed. "Well, if the opportunity ever arises, I'll let you know." The next morning, bright and early, Lisa called Susan and not subtlety at all asked her, "So, what do you and Charles have planned for the weekend?" "Well, Charles had to go out of town and won't be back until next week sometime." "Oh, man." "Yeah, I know. I wanted us all to get together again this Saturday." "That would have been fun." "But . . ." "But what?" "That doesn't mean that we can't have some fun. If it is okay with you, you and me and James can all get together." There was a pause and then Lisa responded, "Are you saying what it sounds like you're saying? Get together as in get together or just get together?" Susan laughed. "I mean get together naked." "Really? Are you sure?" "Yep. Charles is the one that said it would be okay, but only if you don't have a problem." "No, no problem. And I'm sure James won't mind." "I'm sure he won't. We can give him a real treat, depending on whatever limits you want to set." Lisa laughed. "No limits. Any ideas?" "Well, not specifically, but I'm sure we can come with something. We're meeting at the gym, right?" "Sure." "Let's make plans then." On Saturday, Susan got to Lisa's house about two hours before Lisa had told James to arrive. On the way to her place, he wondered what was planned. He hoped that the four friends would all get together to party. All Lisa had told him was to show up and not worry about what was going to happen. He knocked on her door. Lisa opened the door wearing jeans and a t-shirt. "Hi sweetie, come on in." She gave him a kiss. He followed her to the living room. She kind of led him to the chair that sat on the other side of the coffee table from her sofa. "Let me get you a drink," she said. She disappeared into the kitchen and returned with a tray carry a frosted martini shaker and two martinis, each crystal clear with a film of ice on its surface. "Thanks," he said, taking his drink. "So what's up for tonight? You seemed to have plans." "Yes, I have some plans. I hope they're okay with you." She sat across the room from him on the sofa and took a sip of her martini. "You know we've talked about getting together again with Susan and Charles and I think we both agreed it would be fun, right?" "Sure." He started to get excited at the thought that it appeared it would be another evening of some interesting sex. "You don't mind a little mindless sex from time to time, do you?" He laughed. "Absolutely not. As long as you're involved." She smiled. "Do you remember how Susan and I got the idea for . . . hmmm . . . a little deviant deviation in our sex lives?" "You were talking about fun sex, right?" She sipped her martini. "She and I were talking about nasty sex." "Oh. I see. Nasty sex." He took a sip of his martini. His cock was beginning to make its need for blood known to his brain. "Do you enjoy nasty sex?" He laughed, almost a little nervously, wondering and anticipating at the direction of the conversation. Something was obviously in the works. "Sure. Good nasty sex where both people are comfortable with what's happening is a lot of fun. I think I'm starting to let a little of my nasty side out with you." "Yes, you are. And, I'm enjoying it. Listen, you can quit mentioning that both people have to be comfortable. Let's just agree that tonight there are no rules. Okay?" He raised his glass in a toast of agreement. "Deal." "Besides," she said, "you keep saying two people have to agree." She smiled coyly. "It could be more than two you know?" "Absolutely." "Well, for you information, Charles is out of town tonight. Just so you won't worry, he knows Susan is here tonight." Susan came out of the kitchen carrying a martini and sat down next to Lisa. "Hi James." She was dressed similar to Lisa in jeans and a pull-over shirt. "Hi." He looked at the two ladies and felt a definite surge in his groin. He didn't know what was happening, but he thought he was going to like it very, very much. Lisa leaned over and set her drink on the table. "When I say no rules, I mean no rules. For instance, tonight there is no rule against this." She put her hand behind Susan's head and drew her face toward her. Lisa kissed Susan's lips. Actually, the ladies had not made a lot of plans for the evening other than to surprise James when he arrived. Susan did not expect the kiss, but, she enjoyed it a lot. Lisa seemed to be kind of taking charge and Susan was more than willing to go along. Susan felt the tip of Lisa's tongue press against her lips and she opened her mouth, allowing it to enter her. Susan's tongue met Lisa's. Lisa pressed against her and Susan leaned her head back against the cushion to accept the kiss. James watched them kiss. He could see that their mouths were open and that their tongues were playing in each other's mouth. His cock grew. Lisa enjoyed the taste and heat and wetness of Susan's mouth. Lisa had been thinking all week about getting physical with Susan and it had excited her. She hadn't really planned what was going on, but she was enjoying herself. Both ladies were feeling the tension of arousal. Lisa leaned back, looked over at James and arched her eyebrows provocatively as she smiled at him. He smiled and raised his glass in a salute. "Did that get you hard?" "Yes. I would have to say that it did." "Well, I have an idea. You just do what I tell you and you'll have a good time. Okay?" "Okay." "In fact, you don't even need to talk. Just enjoy." Silently, he raised his glass in a toast of agreement. Susan was growing more and more excited just listening to Lisa and wondering what she was going to do. Lisa turned to Susan. "And how about you? Are you willing to just do as you're told?" "Oh, yes," Susan said quietly, enjoying the surge of arousal that seemed like a pulse between her legs. "James, Susan is going to let me do what I want with her. That should excite you." He nodded, his cock pressing hard against his pants. "For instance, if I tell her to show us her tits, she will. Won't you Susan?" "Yes." "In fact, you want to show us your tits, don't you?" "Yes." "James, do you want to see her tits?" He nodded. Lisa stood and pulled Susan to her feet. Susan was turned on, waiting to see what this new side of her friend would do next. Lisa was turned on, excited by the power she was showing. Her breath grew short with arousal as she thought about how nasty she could get. "Face James, Susan." She did and Lisa stood behind her. James pressed a hand against his swollen groin. Lisa noticed and said, "James, take off your clothes but stay over there. You can play with yourself a little as you watch, but don't get too excited. I think you need to come inside Susan. Wouldn't you rather do that than come all over my carpet?" He nodded. "So, be careful." He stood and removed his clothes while both ladies watched. Their eyes did not move from watching his hard cock that stood away from his body. He sat, spread his legs slightly and stroked himself a couple of times. Susan could actually feel the wetness between her legs. She felt Lisa's hands grasp the edge of her shirt and begin to pull it up and over her head. Susan raised her arms to assist. She stood in front of James, with Lisa pressed behind her enjoying the fact that Lisa was exposing her to James. James enjoyed the view of Susan standing in front of him in her bra and jeans. "Do you like?" He nodded, keeping quiet as she had asked. Lisa unhooked Susan's bra and threw it to James. "Feel how warm that is." He did. Lisa held Susan's breasts in her hands, her thumbs lightly touching the nipples. Susan's head was pressed back against Lisa. Lisa leaned close, so close that James could not hear, and whispered, "Is your pussy wet?" Susan nodded. "Mine, too." "God, I love her nipples, don't you?" James nodded. "I'm going to taste one." Lisa moved to the side and put her mouth over Susan's nipple, her tongue moving wetly over it. A small sound escaped from deep in Susan's throat. Lisa looked at James. "You know, I just thought of something I want to do sometime. I want to lick your come from her breasts." James swallowed and stroked his cock slowly a couple of times. She licked the nipple again. "In fact, I want to lick your come from her pussy, too." His cock twitched and reluctantly he let go of himself. Susan made a humming sound of approval. Lisa looked at Susan. "Would you like that?" "Yes. Both ways." "Both ways?" "Yes, I would enjoy you licking come from my pussy and I would enjoy licking come from your pussy." Lisa smiled in agreement. "In fact," Susan said, and then paused, blushing. "What?" Lisa hand caressed Susan's back. "You know what we should do sometime?" "Tell me." "We should rub our pussies together while both guys jack off on us. Then we could lick the come from each other." "Oh, yeah, I like that nasty thought." James was astounded at what he was hearing. Lisa turned back toward James. "James, would you like that? Would you like to jack off on both of us sometime and watch us lick it off." "Yes." His voice kind of croaked. His mouth was dry from excitement. "James," Lisa said, "did you look at Susan when were in bed with her and Charles?" He nodded. Lisa smiled. "Would you like to see more?" He nodded again. "Susan, would you like James to look at you." "Yes," she said quietly. "I'd like for him to see all of me." "All of you?" "Yes, all of me." "Did you hear that James, she wants you to see all of her." He nodded. She stroked Susan's breast and said, "Tell him what you mean by all of you." "James," Susan said, "I want to show you my pussy. I want you to see inside of me. Okay?" He nodded. Susan smiled. Then she blushed and looked shyly at Lisa. Lisa smiled knowingly and nodded to her. "You know what else James?" Susan asked. "What?" "That's not all I want to show you." She took a deep breath and looked shyly at the floor. "I want you to look at my ass." He had to let go of his cock at that statement or he might have come. "Yes," he said, "I"d like that." "I mean really look at me," she said. "I want to spread my pussy open for you and then I want to turn over and spread my ass open for you to see me." A drop of pre-come squeezed from his cock. Lisa noticed. "Look, Susan, pre-come." Susan reached out with one finger. Trying not to actually touch his flesh she caught the slick drop on her finger. She held her finger toward Lisa who extended her tongue and, looking into Susan's eyes, she took the wetness from her finger. Lisa reached around Susan and unbuttoned her jeans. Susan pushed them to the floor. James could not take his eyes off the two girls. Lisa knelt beside Susan and pressed her cheek against the front of Susan's hip. She inhaled and said, "God, James, I can smell her pussy." She inhaled again. Susan smiled at James. She was turned on by being naked in front of James, by the attention of Lisa, and by the fact that Lisa was taking control. Lisa slowly pushed Susan's panties down over her thighs, past her knees and to her ankles. Susan raised one foot and then the other so the panties could slip off onto the floor. "James, spread you legs. I want her to kneel in front of you." He did. Susan knelt, sitting on her ankles, her knees spread a foot and a half. The other two could not tell, but with her ankles she spread the cheeks of her ass. It made her feel open and nasty to feel air on herself there. "James, stand over her." He stood with his legs spread wide, his cock hard. If he moved just a little, his balls brushed against the hair on top of her head. Susan felt herself get wetter when that happened. Lisa took his cock and stroked it, looking down at her friend, naked on her knees on the floor. "Susan, look at me." Susan turned her head up to look at Lisa. She was looking around James's hard cock being stroked by Lisa's fist. Susan and Lisa smiled at each other. "Open your mouth." Susan opened her mouth wide. James could feel the moist heat of her breath on his cock. She moved her head a little further away from James so that the tip of him was just above her open mouth. Lisa pressed the tip of his cock downward until the tip just passed Susan's lips. Lisa continued to stroke him. Susan let her mouth close loosely around his cock. He could feel her lips on the tip of him and on the skin that moved back and forth as Lisa stroked his cock. His knees went weak. "Like?" Lisa asked. "Oh, yeah," James said. Susan nodded, her eyes bright with excitement. Susan pulled away from his cock, looked at Lisa and asked quietly, "May I touch myself?" Lisa smiled. "Not yet, I have something better. Lay back on the table." Susan came to her feet, her torso brushing against the tip of James's cock. She sat on the table and lay on her back. She left her legs together because she wanted to hear Lisa say: "Spread your legs." She did. Lisa pulled a cushion off the sofa and pushed James to kneel on it. She knelt beside him and stroked his cock. By rising as tall as he could on his knees, the tip of his cock could press between Susan's legs. Lisa stroked him there, moving the tip of his cock up and down Susan's slit. She pulled him forward just as the tip of his cock separated the fleshy fold of Susan's sex and the his slipped in about a half an inch. Lisa moved his cock around, corkscrewing the tip of him just inside Susan's pussy. He felt the wetness covering him. Susan closed her eyes and concentrated on the feelings, arching her back to increase the pressure of his cock. Lisa pulled his cock up, it slid with excruciating friction against the top of Susan's pussy, tugging at her as it slid out of her. Lisa took the tip of him higher, seeking the bud of Susan's clit. Lisa put two fingers of one hand on either side of the hood that protected Susan's clit and pressed back, exposing the pearly tip. Leaning over, Lisa let a thin, warm line of saliva fall right on the exposed clit. Susan's legs quivered with excitement. Lisa rubbed James's cock against Susan's clit, continuing to jack him, sliding her hand up and down his hardness. Lisa moved him close to the clit and stopped stroking him. Susan felt Lisa's cool fingers move to the tip of James's cock. Susan felt her clit enveloped in a warm embrace. She gasped and raised her head to look. "You're putting me inside him, aren't you?" "Yes, your clit is fucking his cock." Susan and James both moaned in appreciation of the sensation being shared. Susan pressed closer, and started humping motions with her pussy against him. "Turn over." Susan followed her friends request, moving to get on her hands and knees in front of James and Lisa. "Spread your ass." The command flushed through her. Susan reached back and with one hand on each cheek of her ass, she spread herself, exposing all of herself to the couple behind her. She felt the tip of James's cock, wet from her pussy and Lisa's saliva brush against her asshole. James looked down to see his hard cock in Lisa's hand being stroked and pressed against the asshole of the lady on her knees in front of him. "Baby, I'm going to come pretty quick," he said. "Good," Lisa said, "I want you to come on her while I jack you off." His eyes closed as he surrendered to the sensations. Lisa sped up the stroking of his cock. Susan moved back and forth beneath him, pressing her asshole against his cock. He made a sound as his orgasm bubbled to life. His come was a hot jet of liquid against Susan's ass. Lisa watched the sperm pump out and coat her friend's ass and begin to flow down toward Susan's wet pussy. Lisa put a hand underneath, cupping her Susan's pussy to catch the sperm before it could fall to the floor. Her fingers sent Susan over the edge to an orgasm as Lisa rubbed the hot come over and into Susan's pussy. Lisa pushed James so he sat back on the sofa. Lisa moved behind Susan. With a hand on each of Susan's thighs, Lisa pushed her tongue as low as possible and licked up toward her friend's asshole, tasting James's come and Susan's lubrication. Her tongued moved up and over Susan's asshole trying to lick all of James's come off. Lisa sank two fingers into the wet folds of Susan's pussy and Susan reached a new peak, having a more intense orgasm than she'd had before. Afterward, James sat sprawled at one end of the sofa, his soft, sticky cock heavy against his thigh. Susan sat naked next to Lisa, her hand on Lisa's thigh. Lisa, still fully clothed, had her arm around Susan. "Wow," Susan said. "Yes," Lisa said. "I have to pee," James said. He got up to go to the bathroom. "Thank you," Susan said, "that was intense." Lisa laughed and said, "It's going to be difficult to behave properly around Cathy and Tom at the beach next weekend." Susan laughed. "I've been thinking about that. Maybe we should stay and extra week. I know that nobody has our place rented that week. I'm also sure that if we only decide to stay an extra week after we get there, that Cathy and Tom will not have time to make arrangements for the kids. I'm sure Charles can take off the week. How about you?" "It won't be any problem for me. I don't know about James. But it would be fun, wouldn't it? We could all go naked all day." "We have another plan." PART XI Lisa and James along with Susan and Charles and their friend Cathy and her husband Tom spent several weekends every year at Susan and Charles's beach house. Cathy went to high school with Susan and Lisa and the three of them were always known as the best of friends. This year Lisa and Susan plotted a way to spend additional days at the beach house where the four friends who had become intimate together could enjoy some sexual games together. Susan's husband received a "surprise" message at the beach house on Saturday from his work. He was suddenly free for the next week. Susan quickly invited the other four friends to extend their stay. Cathy and Tom just could not do it because of their kids, but Lisa and James decided a few extra days would be fun. After seeing Tom off, Susan and Lisa ran into the beach house and stripped their tops off. The guys, sitting on the sofa applauded and cheered and urged the girls to "show us more." In a bump and grind routine the girls danced together, rubbing each other's breasts and caressing each other as they stripped off their suits. Eventually they danced naked together, the guys enjoying the flash of thighs, and breasts and all the intimate parts of their ladies. Laughing, the girls pulled the guys up and stripped them naked until each couple was dancing naked. "God, I've been so horny," Lisa said. James was dancing behind her, his hands on her breasts and his rigid cock pressed against her ass. "Yeah," Susan said, "I enjoyed having Cathy and Tom, but I've been thinking about this for two days." She had turned to face Lisa, Charles behind her with his arms around her and his cock pressed against her. The two women leaned forward and kissed each other, long and slow. The guys slid lower pressing their cocks against the warmth between the ladies' legs. Eventually each lady turned and took her man's cock in her mouth. Eventually they did what they'd learned to enjoy so much. And they did it for the next couple of days. What they did not know was Cathy had forgotten the t- shirts she'd bought her kids. What they did not know was that Cathy ran back up the stairs of the beach house. What they did not know was how stunned Cathy was at what she saw through the window beside the front door. Cathy went back down the stairs jangled by the unbelievable thing she'd witnessed. She was stunned and could not even begin to make sense of what she saw. "What took so long?" Tom asked. "Did you get the stuff you left?" "What? No. We couldn't find them. Maybe I packed them." "Are you okay?" "Yes." No, she said to herself. I am not okay. "Now we're running even later. I wanted to get home in time to watch some television. You'd think they'd get cable in that beach house. Or a satellite dish." "What?" Oh god, oh god, oh god is all her mind could come up with. All the way back to her house, Cathy tried to make sense of what she'd seen. Lisa and Susan naked in front of the guys. Lisa and Susan kissing each other! Lisa and Susan doing oral sex right there on the floor in front of each other. Oh god, oh god, oh god. Lisa and Susan had even changed places. They'd sucked each other's man! How could she ever face her friends again? Lisa and Susan did not even notice at first, but over the next several months Cathy drew further and further away. Of course Lisa and Susan were distracted because they tried to spend at least one day a week if not more engaged in their sexual games together. Eventually, one day at lunch, Susan said to Lisa, "You know, it's been a long time since Cathy found time to go out with us. I wonder if everything is okay." "I don't know, but you're right. I'm not sure I've seen her since we went to the beach together." "Let's call her." Susan took her cell phone out and dialed Cathy's number. No answer. "I wonder where she is." They continued their lunch until Cathy said, "I wonder if she's screening calls with her caller ID. I don't think she's been home for any calls I've made to her for a long time." "Oh, surely not. Why would she do that?" "Hell, I don't know, but where's she been?" "Well, do you want to just drop by her house?" "Yeah, let's go." Cathy opened her door. Lisa and Susan both noticed the strange reception they got. Susan said, "Cathy, we got worried. We haven't seen you for some time and we couldn't get you on the phone." "Uh, yeah, I'm sorry. I've had the ringer off a lot." She stood in the doorway but did not invite them in. She wasn't mad at them; it was just that the things she saw were so unbelievable that she was stunned when she opened the door to see them. In her mind she saw them naked, pressed against each other and then on their knees with glistening penises sliding in and out of their mouths. Cathy just could not deal with that image. "Well," Lisa said, "come to the mall with us. We miss you." "No. I can't. Not right now. I have something I have to tend to. Maybe another time." Back in the car Lisa and Susan were silent for a few minutes, each lost in their own thoughts. Finally, Lisa said, "That was very strange." "Something is wrong. Did we do something to her?" "No. Like I said, I haven't even seen her since the beach." "Do you think she's mad because we stayed longer?" "Can't be. You invited them to stay. I wonder if they're having some marital discord. Tom is not real outgoing and at the beach he hardly paid any attention to her." "You noticed that too, huh? I got the impression he would rather be somewhere else." "Well, maybe they're having problems, but you'd think she'd confide in us. We're all best friends." Susan shook her head. Back at her house Cathy sat on her sofa. The appearance of her friends brought up those images from the day on the porch of the beach house when she learned her two best friends were involved in group sex. Cathy had not been able to sort out all her feelings about that. Now that Lisa and Susan had made the effort to come to her house, she realized that something had to give. She wasn't sure she could ignore what she'd seen and try to go back to the way things used to be. But, if she didn't what was she going to do? She sat on her sofa and forced herself to think about what she'd seen and what her feelings were and how she might be able to face her friends again. After all, they were her friends and she missed them desperately. She seemed to be getting lonelier and lonelier. Especially now that Tom seemed to be getting more and more distant. That last thought startled her. Tom had never been real social. When she met him in college she thought his aloofness was a sign of intelligence and sophistication. But, she suddenly articulated to herself, it is just arrogance. Her head actually jerked when she thought that. Why, she asked herself did that suddenly pop into her head when she was thinking about her friend's nasty, kinky sex practices? She couldn't be jealous. Could she? Sex with Tom was okay. What could she be jealous about? "Okay," she thought to herself, just "okay." She was jealous! Not because she wanted to have sex with anybody else, but because the sex she saw through the window, as perverted as it might have been, would not be classified by anybody as "just okay" sex. Tom had been her first and only lover. These days they made love maybe once every two weeks. He would move on top of her and caress her a little and put it inside of her. Sometimes she would have an orgasm and sometimes she wouldn't. When the three of them got together, Lisa and Susan often talked about sex. They mentioned things, like "he went down on me," that Cathy had never experienced. Once, Susan talked about Charles attacking her in a parking lot. Cathy didn't talk about sex. She was too shy. Her friends were more experienced and Cathy always thought of herself as being more of a good girl. She knew there were a lot of sexual things out there. Like oral sex. She went to the movies. In "Pretty Woman" Julia Roberts was on the floor between Richard Gere's legs. They didn't show anything, but the movie certainly implied that she was performing oral sex. And that was mild compared to some movies. Even on TV. "Friends" always made sexual references. She remembered that once Monica and Chandler were talking in one episode and Monica was promising Chandler a "special time." He gave her look and she said, "No, not that!" What did she mean by "that?" Oral sex? Something else? Whatever it was, it was something that Cathy had never experienced. Cathy suddenly realized that she would like to try out some different things. Not what Lisa and Cathy were doing, but some things. It was like a splash of cold water when Cathy realized that she had started out to sort out her feelings about her friend's perverse sex together and she ended up thinking about her sexual ignorance and inexperience. She was jealous. She had those thoughts that day and then again months later when she found out that Tom was cheating on her with a co-worker. She had made no effort to repair things with Lisa and Susan. She just could not figure out how to do that. So, things went on, except she was starting to wonder even more about what she was missing. Then, one day she smelled another woman on Tom's clothes. He'd obviously not taken the time to shower after sex. She slowly collected other clues until she confronted him and he admitted it and he left her. One of the things he said in the three emotional days in which her marriage came crashing down was that he enjoyed sex with his lover more than with his wife. She was more experienced and did things that Cathy had never done. That was the most unfair of all, because Cathy had tried. She had wanted to explore other things. But her husband had kept her on a pedestal, turning aside anything other than the most routine of sex. He'd sought the other stuff elsewhere. That was the most unfair of all. So, she sat alone on her sofa and cried at the irony of the fact that her perfect marriage had dissolved so quickly because of sex, but Susan, as far as Cathy could tell, had a strong marriage despite the fact that Susan and Charles engaged in kinky sex with other people. It did not make sense. It shocked Susan when she learned from another acquaintance that Cathy and Tom had split. They'd been the all-American couple. Susan had never been able to figure out what had happened to her friendship with Cathy, but she had to give her friend a call. "Hello." "Cathy? Hi. It's Susan. Are you okay?" Cathy was quiet for a moment or two, but suddenly, all the confusing sexual things about her friend no longer mattered. She started to cry as she said, "No." "Lisa and I are coming over." Lisa and Susan hugged their friend. They all cried and the two long time friends listened to Cathy talk. She talked about the man she thought she knew and what he'd done. Cathy could not tell them it seemed to be mainly about sex. She just couldn't do that. She just blamed it on the other woman and a "cheap no-good lying prick of a bastard husband." "Oh my god," Susan said, trying not to laugh, "I've never heard you say such things." Cathy started to laugh while she cried and she said, "Well, he is." "Yes he is," Lisa said. The three friends talked and drank wine. When the kids got home from school, Susan made sure they had dinner and a snack and set them up in front of the television and eventually to bed. The kids were happy to hear their mother laugh after the weeks of crying when she thought they could not hear. Susan and Lisa finally got their friend to bed. Cathy promised to drop the kids off at grandma's and to spend the next day with her friends. Cathy woke up and made a conscious decision not to think about her friends having sex together and with each other's men. After all, God knows her life was fucked up. Why should she judge her friends? They spent a good day together. Over the next couple of weeks things were almost back to normal. The friends talked and had lunch and slowly Cathy accepted that her marriage had not been what she'd thought it was and she was better off without him. What was good was that she realized that she hadn't even liked the marriage she thought she had. She appreciated her friends and none of them talked about the distance that had grown between them. Occasionally, though, when Lisa and Susan were laughing at something or talking together, Cathy would look at them and remember them naked, their mouths on each other and their men naked and pressed against them and she would have conflicting emotions about the vision in her head. Her husband had proven that the world was different than she'd thought. Sex was evidently a much bigger deal for him than he'd let on to her. It startled Cathy to realize that she was mad at her husband for not letting her enjoy sex and, even more startling, she was jealous of her friends. She saw them put penises in their mouths. What was that like? What was it like to see other people having sex, to feel the other people move while engaged in the act? What was it like to have a man inside of you from behind? What was it like to have a woman's mouth on your nipple? What would it be like to actually put your mouth down there on another woman? All of these thoughts floated unbidden in Cathy's mind one morning. Her kids were with their dad for the weekend as ordered by the divorce decree. Her friends had helped her get back into life and to realize that she was better off without Tom. And, as she lay there in bed that morning, the forces of biology were working. She had not had sex for months. Of course, she'd gone through a time when she thought she'd never have sex again. But, that time was past. This morning, she'd been thinking about what she'd see her friends doing and she'd tried to not think about what her husband did with his girlfriend that he didn't do with Cathy. Suddenly, she realized that her thoughts about sex were making her sexually excited. No, she thought to herself, they're making me horny (a word she would have never used with her husband). She sighed and thought, I've got to quit thinking about sex if it is going to make me horny. I have no way to have sex. But, she couldn't stop the image of something she'd seen, Susan leaning forward, feeling Lisa's breasts and Charles's hand sliding between Susan's legs. The tension grew between Cathy's legs. She laughed at herself and told herself to quit thinking about such things. She brazenly gripped herself between the legs, as if to quench the feeling, and thought "stop!" Her reaction to the touch of her hand was another thing that startled her. She laid her head back on the pillow and thought, god, I haven't masturbated since high school. I'm so clueless I probably don't even remember how. Her body betrayed her. Well, she thought, I can't have sex with Tom. I don't even want to have sex with Tom. Unless I want to have sex with Cathy and Lisa I'm going to have to figure out how to take care of this tension. She had a moment when she thought that maybe Cathy and Lisa would not even want to have sex with her, but she laughed that off. I'm not gay she thought. That's nothing to worry about. She was dressed in a large soft t-shirt and jogging pants. I've got to do something, she thought. She took a pillow and gripped it between her thighs. That's how she first masturbated at the age of 13, scared and guilty and unable to stop the relentless press of her body against the corner of one of her pillows. This day the pillow was not enough. She slid a hand into her pants and over her panties. She felt the heat of her sex and was surprised to feel that her panties were wet with her secretions. She pressed against herself. In one of their many conversations, Lisa had pointed out the advantages of not having a man around. You can be a slob, she'd said. You don't have to make the bed unless you want to. You don't have to get dressed if you don't want to. You can do what you want to do. Well, there was nobody here this day. At least she was more mature than the last time she'd masturbated. Intellectually she knew that touching herself was not a sin. There was nothing wrong with it. Even in high school, she'd resisted the urge to press her hand directly against herself. She would use a pillow, or rub the handle of a hairbrush up and down against her sex outside her panties. Once, at her grandmother's she'd used the removable shower head. She considered that to be the naughtiest thing she'd ever done, to direct that pulsating stream of water against the urgency of her genitals. Tentatively she put her fingers beneath the waist band of her panties. Just the tips slipped into the curly softness of the hair there and she paused, draping her other arm across her eyes, almost as if embarrassed. Did Cathy or Lisa do this? She laughed at the absurdity of that thought. Good god, they'd pressed their hands and mouths against each other. What she was finding it so hard to do was nothing compared to that. She moved her hand lower until it rested on the slit between her legs, her fingers just lightly touching, feeling the heat and the moist hair. The waist band on the jogging pants pressed against her wrist. Suddenly she realized the advantages of being home alone. She could, by god, take off her pants and there was nobody there to tell her that was bad. She raised her hips and slipped the jogging pants off her legs. The feeling of her legs being exposed was delicious. I am wicked, she thought. Exposing her panties to the air caused the wet spot on her panties to cool, making her more aware of everything that was going on. God, it felt sexy to strip off her pants. She looked to the side at the mirror and saw herself laying there in just a t-shirt, one hand resting lightly between her legs. Watching herself in the mirror she raised her knees to cause the t-shirt to slip back from her thighs. She could see her naked legs all the way to the curve of her buttocks, encased in the cotton panties she wore. She remembered the naked legs of her friends that day at the beach house. And their breasts. And the nakedness of the men. She raised the t-shirt over her breasts and the exposure of her nipples to the morning light and the air caused another surge of excitement to course through her body. She pulled the t-shirt off. Except for that one time in the shower she could not remember being naked while she masturbated. How strange she thought. Masturbation is sex and traditionally you get naked to have sex. Of course, back then she'd worried about her brother and sister, her parents, and her own sinfulness. Well, no more. She raised her hips and slid her panties off. She lay there on her bed, feeling deliciously wicked. Naked. I'm naked, she thought. I'm naked because I'm horny and I'm going to finger myself. She giggled. Yep, finger myself. I'm going to finger myself until I come. She almost wanted to call her ex-husband and tell him. No. She almost wanted to call Susan and tell her. Why in the world did she have that thought? Best of all, unlike when she was a teenager and when she had to touch herself she would do it quickly, this day she had all the time in the world. No kids, nothing to do. She spread her legs about a foot and looked down, past her breasts to where the hair between her legs curved beneath her. She very slowly slid one finger through that hair and over herself. Just spreading her legs was a sexy thing, wanton and dirty. But if it was dirty, it was just her so it didn't matter and god it felt wicked. Her finger could tell that even more of her wetness was working out of her body. She could only imagine how wet she would find herself. She spread her legs wider and wider until they were spread so wide that there was no denying that she'd assumed a posture unrelated to anything but sex. Her legs were open to expose her sex. She noticed her scent and breathed deep. It was her moment. She was turned on and it was all her. She had a quick thought wondering what Lisa smelled like when Susan put her face between her legs. What did Susan smell like? When they were all having sex what did the room smell like? Good god, her room was starting to smell like sex and she was all by herself. She continued to remember the scene. At one point, Susan had been bent over with Charles moving in and out of her from behind. Cathy had seen Charles look down to where he was moving in and out of Susan. His hands had gripped the cheeks of her bottom. Cathy was actually seeing things more clearly now than she'd allowed herself to remember before. For the first time Cathy let herself realize that Charles had spread Susan. He must have been able to see his organ moving in and out of his wife. He must have been able to see her anus! Cathy allowed one finger to press a little way past the outer folds between her legs. Yep, she was wet there. She moved the tip of her finger in a small circle enjoying the feel of wetness and enjoying the fact that she did not have to worry about anybody finding the remnants of her sexual wetness on her sheets. Her eyes were closed as she continued to explore her memory. While Charles had been moving in and out of Susan, Lisa had taken James, gripping him by his penis, and pulled him toward Susan. Susan's mouth had opened and maybe she could remember or maybe she was just imagining Susan's tongue stretching to touch him. James had been shiny from Lisa's saliva and he had slid into Susan's mouth. Could Susan taste Lisa on him? Cathy's finger moved a little deeper into herself and she pressed her thumb lightly against her clitoris. Lisa had knelt beside the other three and actually gripped James as he moved in and out of Susan's mouth. At one point Lisa had leaned over and put her mouth on him at the same time Susan was sucking him. Cathy tried to imagine what a man might taste like and she moved her finger a little faster inside herself. I would have done that for Tom. I would have liked to have tried it with Tom behind me. Would that feel different? Cathy turned and got on her knees. She raised her bottom and spread her legs and put her hand back between her legs and pushed a finger in and out trying to imagine what a man would feel like. One thing was different. Her nipples were both stimulated by the bedding. She looked sideways at herself in the mirror. It was hot. She skipped a breath when she realized what she could do. She turned so that her face was away from the mirror and spread her legs again, curving her back and raising her bottom high. She craned her neck to see herself. She adjusted her angle until she could see herself, legs spread, bottom raised and the glistening opening between her legs exposed to the mirror and her reflection exposed to her gaze. That looked nasty. She put her hand between her legs. For the first time in her life Cathy watched her finger disappear inside her. She felt the quivers of an approaching orgasm. She looked at herself in the mirror. Was that similar to what Charles had seen when he looked down at Susan? No. He'd seen more. She took her hand from between her legs and put one hand on each cheek of her bottom. Without support her face sunk into the bed and made it harder to see. She rose up and put the top of head against the mattress so she could look back between her legs at her image in the mirror. She extended her legs, pushing her bottom higher so she could see. She put her hands on the cheeks of her bottom and spread herself. Her sex glistened and seemed to have swollen open. There was her anus. How nasty that Charles could see her like that. See Susan that is. What would it feel like to have another person looking at her like that? She spread herself as wide as she could. She could feel the strain around her anus. She moved her hands lower and pulled her sex open. One finger started rubbing her clit faster and faster. She tried to watch. She tried to imagine Charles's penis in Susan like this. She imagined a penis inside her like that. A penis shiny with her wetness. Or maybe shiny from where she'd had it in her mouth. She tried to keep her eyes open as she crested to an orgasm, but, she couldn't. She fell to the bed on her side, one hand clamped between her thighs and pressed against the wet heat of her sex. Part XII Being alone without her children was proving to be unsettling for Cathy. God, she couldn't believe she had masturbated and, even more unbelievable, was the thing she'd done, the way she'd contorted herself to look at her most private parts. Most unsettling of all was the kernel of knowledge deep in her mind, a thought that seemed to be connected to a spot between her legs, an awareness of the fact that she would be masturbating again before the weekend was over. Cathy cleaned the house furiously to try and avoid thinking about what sex, the sex she'd had alone, the sex she'd seen her friends enjoying, and, worst of all, the sex that she'd missed because that damn scum bag of a piece of shit ex-husband of hers had denied her the opportunity to explore sex with him. He obviously had not denied himself the opportunity. He had his bimbo. What gave him the right to deny his wife the opportunity to be his sexual partner? She was mopping faster and faster and crying. The phone rang. It was Susan. "Hey girlfriend, you're all alone, right?" "Yes. The kids are with asshole." Susan laughed. "My, the way you talk. So, Lisa and I voted for a girl's night out. We'll pick you up at 7:00. Be ready. Jeans are fine." "Oh, I don't know..." "I didn't ask. We both need a girls' night out and you need to join us." "Are you sure you wouldn't rather go alone?" In her mind, Cathy thought, that way you could have sex together. But, that was mean. They'd never been anything but friends to her. If they were lovers, they were discrete. "No. We don't. Why would we? We're picking you up. Bye." And, she hung up the phone. Cathy sat on her sofa. She didn't need to finish cleaning. The house was clean. She was just mopping at frustrations. She realized that. She realized that the frustrations were primarily at how unfair her husband had been to find something outside the marriage that would have been good for the both of them and secondly, how unfair it was that he'd kept her sexually inexperienced. It wasn't fair. That night, Lisa and Susan took her to a honky tonk where they all drank beer and turned down every offer to dance that came their way. They did some laughing. Cathy had just a little too much to drink. In fact, all three of them did. That's what the night was for. Eventually, Susan said to Cathy, "You know, if you want to dance with one of these studs, you should." "Why would I want to do that?" "Just for fun." "Well, so can you." "I know, I was just pointing out that you are now free to have some fun." "What do you mean by that?" Cathy sounded a little pissed. "Hey, I'm sorry. I didn't mean that bad. It came out bad. I just meant that there are some advantages to being single and you can think about those." "Believe me, I'm happy to be rid of him. He wasn't what I'd thought he was, but that doesn't mean I'm lonely for a man." "Cathy," Susan reached a hand toward her friend, confused at how angry Cathy seemed to be, "maybe I'm a little drunk and said that badly. I didn't mean to. I didn't even really mean you should get up and dance." Cathy was mad. Were her friends feeling sorry for her? Were they all so sexually sophisticated now? Did they think she was some kind of goody two shoes? Did they make fun of her? She burst into tears. Maybe they were right. Cathy got up to leave the bar. Susan looked at Lisa with a stunned expression. Lisa shrugged as if to say that she agreed Cathy had overreacted. "Go," Lisa said, "I'll leave some money. Go see where she went." Susan hurried after Cathy and found her leaning on the car door. "Cathy, are you okay? I'm sorry..." "No, you did nothing wrong. It's me. I know I'm a basket case. And an idiot." "No, no you're not. An idiot that is. You have the right to be a basket case." "I'm sorry. I just need to get home. I know what you both must think of me." Lisa walked up just in time to hear her say that. "We don't think anything bad about you. How could you say that?" She tried to hug Cathy. "No," Cathy said, "I know I'm . . . " "What?" Susan said, "There's nothing wrong with you." "Yes there is, there must be. I wasn't good enough for Tom. He had to find somebody else. I couldn't keep him happy. I guess I didn't know how." "Nonsense," Lisa said, "Tom is the one that messed up. Not you. Let's get in the car." Once they were driving toward her house, Lisa turned back to Cathy and said, "Don't you dare think what happened with Tom was your fault. He's the one that messed up." "He told me . . . he told me. . ." she hiccupped, "He told me that she was better in bed than me. I tried to be good in bed. I thought I was the way he wanted. I've never had anybody else. I would have done anything he wanted." Susan said, "I know. Look some guys just can't enjoy their wife like they can another person. It's weird and it shouldn't be that way, but it is. He made you the Madonna and her his whore." Whore? Cathy thought. Is that what Tom had wanted, a whore? "She wasn't a whore. She worked with him." Susan laughed. "I know. I didn't mean literally a whore. I just meant somebody that he could enjoy nasty sex with. Some guys just can't imagine that their wife would enjoy nasty sex." Cathy saw the smile that passed between Susan and Lisa. You two don't have that problem, do you? she thought. I certainly saw you being nasty. Is that what Tom wanted. Suddenly, because of emotion and alcohol, Cathy felt angry. She did not stop to analyze it. "Is that what it takes for a happy marriage? Nasty sex? Is that what keeps your marriage good?" Susan looked in the rear view mirror at Cathy, surprised at her tone of voice. "Cathy, all I am saying is that Tom was not man enough to talk to you about whatever it is he found with her. Yeah, he probably thought he was just getting a little nasty sex on the side, the kind of thing that he would never ask his wife to do, and eventually it became real important to him. I'm sorry he was not man enough to enjoy it with you." "He never even gave me a chance." "I know sweetheart." Susan reached a hand back to touch Cathy. Cathy pulled away. She was still angry and worse, she was jealous. Her friends had a secret little nasty world and they certainly kept their men happy, didn't they? They didn't have the problem she had. They did what they had to and kept their men. Her emotions were an unfocused lump entangling her. Cathy said something she would have never said if she had not been so drunk. "Are you saying I should be like you two?" There was silence in the car. The tone of Cathy's voice had stung. "What do you mean by that?" Lisa asked. "I mean I saw you at the beach. I saw you dancing naked together. I saw you . . . I saw you . . . do things together. I saw you switch partners." Susan pulled the car to the curb and turned around. "So that's been your problem. You peeked in on us." Cathy hugged herself defiantly. "I thought I forgot something. I came back up to get it and I saw you through the window. I couldn't help but see." Susan said, "Well, I'm sorry if you saw something that bothers you, but it really doesn't have anything to do with you, does it?" "Is that what I'm supposed to be?" Lisa gently said, "Cathy, don't judge us for something that we enjoy that doesn't hurt you in the least." Cathy turned at was looking out the side window. Lisa was right, of course, she wasn't being hurt. They'd never tried to get her to join in their nasty games. Why was she so mad? Because what they were doing was wrong? How could she say that? They were discrete. Because it was a sin? Frankly, she just wasn't sure it was a sin if it didn't hurt anybody. Her husband had sinned. Would it have been a sin if she'd been involved? Was that it? Could she be jealous of the fact that everybody in the world but her was having fun having sex? "Take me home." "Fine." Susan started the car and they drove the rest of the way quietly. Cathy got out of the car, mumbled "sorry" and walked to her door. Susan waited till she was inside before she drove off. "Should we have made sure she made it to bed?" Lisa asked. "I don't think she would have wanted that." "I guess that explains why she didn't want to have anything to do with us." Susan slammed a fist on the steering wheel. "She has no right to judge us. We aren't hurting her. I don't know about you, but I'm not worried about my relationship with Charles." "No. I know. I may not be in love with James to the point where I'd want to marry him yet, but our relationship is certainly stronger than it was before." "You want to know another thing that pisses me off?" "What's that?" "She said she saw us dancing naked. She said she saw us together. She said she saw us switch partners. She must have stood outside the door watching for seven or eight minutes. And now she's sanctimonious? She could have knocked or walked away." "Mainly I think she's drunk." "She wasn't drunk when she watched us. And you know what, maybe if they'd joined in, they'd still be married." "I really don't think that was her fault. That's Tom. I think you were right when you said his problem was he couldn't let his wife be a nasty sex partner. You know what Cathy's problem is?" "What?" "She's jealous." Susan thought about that for a moment. "Do you think?" "Yes. She's never had anybody but Tom. He enjoyed nasty sex. I think you and I are living proof that nasty sex can be sex at its best. I think she knows she's missing something. She's not sure what, but she knows there's more than what she's had in the past." Lisa smiled. "And, I think she figured out we were enjoying some things she wasn't. She's jealous." "Maybe so. I know I shouldn't get mad at her. I wish I knew what to do now." Three days later Susan's phone rang and she answered, "Hello." "Hi." "Hi Cathy." There was a stretch of silence. "I'm sorry." "No need to apologize." "I was drunk and might have said some things I shouldn't." "It's okay. Just don't judge us." Silence. "I don't want to lose you as friends. You're the only friends I have." "Oh, Cathy, there's no reason for you to lose our friendship." "I don't judge you. I know I'm naive and don't know much about sex. I was mad at Tom, not you." "Cathy, it is just sex. It is fun. I enjoy it. Lisa enjoys it. We may do some unconventional things, but we enjoy it and we don't hurt anybody. We've never tried to drag you into our evil ways." Cathy laughed. "I know. I'm sorry I peeked at you. I should have turned away. I was just so shocked." Susan laughed. "I can understand that." "I guess you couldn't wait for me and Tom to leave." "That's not fair. I asked you to stay." Susan was a little guilty at the thought that she'd been careful to make sure they couldn't. "If you had, we wouldn't have done that." "It doesn't matter. I just called to say I'm sorry." "It's okay. We'll have another night out sometime when you're ready." "I think I'd like that." There was a stretch of silence. "Cathy, don't hate us for what we do." "I don't. Really, I don't. It's just still so weird to me." "I can understand that." "And. . . " "And what?" "I just wonder . . ." "Wonder what?" "I know it is none of my business . . ." "Cathy, we're friends. I would appreciate it if you didn't tell anybody else what you saw, but if you wonder about something, I'll either tell you or I'll tell you I'd rather not discuss it." "I wouldn't tell anybody. I know it is nobody's business." "So what is it you wonder?" Cathy laughed quietly. "So many things, but mainly, you don't mind your husband having sex with other women?" "I don't mind Charles having sex with Lisa." "Even if you're not there?" "Well, usually I'm there and if not, it wouldn't bother me as long as I knew about it. I trust them both." "See, that's weird." "Well, it may be, but it works for us." "And who am I to judge. You're still married." Susan was quiet. She had no response to that. "Another thing," Cathy said, "and you can tell me it is none of my business, how long have you and Lisa been . . . you know . . .? "Been having sex? Together?" "Yeah, I mean . . . how did that start?" "A few months. It just happened. We realized it would be something we would all enjoy." "I thought maybe you had been lovers even in high school and I never knew." Susan laughed. "No. Just a few months. But, that is partly how it got started. We both confessed that we'd wondered what it would be like to have sex with each other." Cathy thought for a moment and realized with a start, that she'd wondered, just on an intellectual basis what sex with a female would be like and could even remember thinking specifically about Susan. It had only happened when she had reason to thing about same person sex. "Do Charles and James . . . ?" "No. I think men are wired different. I think women are more flexible in that department for the most part." "But how did you start. I should have been able to be what Tom needed. I followed his lead." "Cathy, what we do is nothing like what happened to you. Charles and I enjoyed nasty sex with each other before Lisa and James got involved. Tom is the one that wouldn't share that with you. We would not have stayed married if either of us went outside the marriage to find what we call nasty sex. Quit beating yourself up over Tom's failure." "Oh, I know, but . . ." "But what?" "What about next time? If there is a next time. What do I do?" "Cathy, you do what you're comfortable with. You don't have to swap partners or be with a woman or do any of the other nasty things that are possible unless it is something you enjoy. I think, once you're back out there, that you'll find that guys will appreciate a lady with lusty desires. You'll scare some off and some won't want to marry you and to those you say good riddance." "That's what Tom did isn't it? He found somebody who for some reason he wasn't afraid to be nasty with." "Your marriage with Tom had other problems and we're through talking about it, okay?" "Okay." "Look, I don't want to know about your sex life, but you have to decide in your own mind what you enjoy and what you want to try to see if you enjoy and what you absolutely will not try." "But, Susan, I don't even know what there is." "Yes you do." "No I don't. I've never done anything." "You've had sex, right?" "Of course." "Just straight missionary, man on top sex?" "That's all. Ever." "Really? You never got on top. He never went down on you?" "Nothing." Cathy blushed to say, "Just him on top a couple of times a month." "Oh, girl, you are better off. Have you ever thought about doing other things?" "Yes. Especially lately." "What do you mean, lately?" "God, this is embarrassing to talk about." "Then don't. It's up to you. But, this is what girlfriends are for. To talk about sex." "You and Lisa always did talk about sex." "Yes we did. We still do. And now, so do you and I." "There's nothing wrong with that, is there?" "Of course not. We're adults. Sex is a very strong drive and it is fun. It is fun to do and to think about and to talk about. Lisa and I talking about sex is what got us together." "What in the world were you talking about?" "Nasty sex." "See, you say that and it sounds like fun." "Say what?" "What you just said." "Can you not even say that phrase." "Oh, alright, you make 'nasty sex' sound fun." "Contrary to what your mom and your priest may have told you, nasty sex is fun. And the best thing is you don't have to buy special shoes to enjoy it." Cathy laughed. "I really am hung up, aren't I?" "Doesn't sound like you're hung up so much as just lacking in opportunity." "What else do you do that is nasty sex?" "Hmmm, now you might be getting into something that I'd be uncomfortable talking about." "Why? You and Lisa talked about nasty sex. Why can't you talk to me about nasty sex." "Okay. I guess you're right. So, Cathy, what is the nastiest thing sex-wise you've ever done?" "Uh... I asked you first." "Yeah, but I'm not sure you really want to talk about it. Besides, what's nasty to me might not be nasty to you or vice versa." Cathy laughed. "Anything is nasty to me. Okay, . . . nastiest thing I've done lately is play with myself." "Oh, my. You mean you touched yourself?" "Yes." "Where?" "What do you mean where? You know where. Down there." "Down there?" "Yeah, you know what I mean." "Cathy, if we're going to talk about nasty sex, we need a vocabulary. It is not nasty to say 'down there.' What do you call your 'down there' when you're thinking nasty." "I . . . god, this is emabarassing . . ." "But, kind of exciting, too?" "Yeah, I guess so. So, I guess I touch my . . . pussy." "Yes. You do. You touch your pussy. I touch mine, too." "And you touch Lisa's." Susan was quiet. "Oh, Susan, I didn't mean that bad. Really. I'm sorry." "Don't apologize. I don't mind talking to you about this stuff . . . I enjoy talking about sex, but preferably with someone who enjoys it, too, and for sure only with someone who won't judge me badly." "I promise I don't think badly of you. Look, I told you how I played with myself. I got turned on thinking about the things you and Lisa did, okay?" "What do you think about that? The fact that I touch Lisa's pussy and she touches mine?" "God, I'm so naive. What do I think? I don't know. This is all so strange to me." "Well, you know what? Even this awkward conversation we're having is turning me on a little. What do you think about that?" "Really? Talking to me like this turns you on?" "A little." Cathy sat there for a moment and thought about what she was feeling. She realized that not all of her feelings were of embarrassment and nervousness. She could also tell that she was starting to get the first feelings of arousal. Used to, when that happened, she would turn her attention to something, cleaning house maybe, to get it off her mind. It was a release to realize that she did not have to try to escape the feelings. She could even enjoy the feeling. And, well, if it led to her playing with herself again. She could do that and nobody would judge her badly. That was a liberating feeling. "Okay," Cathy said, "I guess I understand. I feel it a little, too." "Cathy, I love my husband and making love with him is the greatest thing in the world. I also love sex. A lot. I enjoy doing all sorts of nasty things to enjoy sex and so does Lisa. Talking about that is what first got us involved together. We just don't believe that what we do hurts anybody. And believe me, we have lots of fun." "What do you do?" "I don't think I'm comfortable talking about that with you in detail. Frankly, I'm afraid you might judge me." "I understand. I don't think I would. Susan, I know I've been frustrated in my sex life. I never knew how and no idea exactly why until lately. I thought maybe there was something wrong with me, that I was not supposed to be that interested in enjoying sex. I'm starting to realize that I was wrong about that. I'm just trying to learn." "Learn?" "I guess I feel like I need to catch up." "I think the only thing you have to learn is how to accept and enjoy your feelings. Fantasies never hurt. You're smart enough to be safe about it. I guess that's why we play with Lisa and James. We can safely explore and enjoy what might otherwise just be fantasies." "I don't have fantasies." Susan laughed. "Yes you do. Or, you wouldn't be calling me." "Susan, this is hard for me." "Then hang up the phone or change the subject and we'll have lunch sometime. We'll talk about other stuff. You don't have to talk about this. I'm not trying to seduce you." "I know. Please be patient." "Look, when you masturbated what did you do?" "What do you mean?" "Okay, I'll ask in detail. Were you naked?" "I got that way." "On your back, the way you've always had sex?" "I started that way." "Oh, you started that way, but did something different?" "Yes." "What?" "I . . . I . . . I got on my hands and knees." "And you'd never done that before?" "Never. It's always been under the covers and not even naked." "And was it exciting to be naked and on your knees while you touched your pussy?" Cathy felt a surge of arousal at those words, naked and pussy, and at the memory of being exposed in the daylight to herself on her knees. "Yes. It was. It was more exciting than usual. I . . . even . . . I looked at myself in the mirror." Susan was getting turned on imagining her friend. "You looked at your pussy?" "Yes. And. . . " "And. . . ?" "Nothing, I just looked, that's all." "hmmmm... okay, listen, we've been friends a long, long time. You have to tell me. What do you think about the things Lisa and I do? Please tell me the truth." "Susan, my life has been so screwed up and I never even knew it. Everything I thought existed, doesn't. Before, I would have said that if a man and a woman love each other there could not be anybody else involved in their sex life. I think that Tom and I and then you and Charles have proved that's not true. If you and Charles enjoy what you are doing, I cannot have a problem with it, and I don't. You have to understand it remains very strange to me, but then I guess everything is." "I can understand that." "I would probably always be too embarrassed to have group sex." Susan laughed. "Well, at least you didn't say I was going straight to hell for it." "No, I'm really not qualified to make that judgement." "How about the fact that Lisa and I engage in sex together?" "I've known you both since high school and that makes that one really really weird. Have you ever done that with anybody else?" "Yes. In college. I'm not a lesbian, you know." "Okay." "Look, I enjoy looking at sexy people and I enjoy touching and being touched by Lisa. I think a big part of it is that it is kind of kinky. Understand?" "Remember, I don't understand kinky." "Well, you said you masturbated thinking about what you saw us doing. Did that include you seeing us with each other?" "Yes. I guess it did. It was certainly a part of the collage running through my brain." "So, a part of what turned you on was seeing us touch each other. And you wondered what it was like, right?" "Sure. That doesn't mean I want to do it, but yes, I confess, it was something I thought about." "Let me ask you this. When you looked at yourself in the mirror, did it turn you on?" "Yes," Cathy said in a small quiet voice. "Cathy, this is so hard to talk to you about, because you seemed to be so afraid of what we're talking about." "I know. I'm sorry. I want to get over some of those hang-ups." Cathy was quiet. "Okay, I have an idea. You're home alone, right?" "Yes." "Lisa and I are coming over and we're going to talk about sex with you in person. I promise we will not try to touch you in anyway. We just need to talk." "Oh, I don't know . . ." And then Cathy realized that she either had to take some steps along the primrose path that was opening before her, or resign herself to struggling alone to expand her horizons. Susan and Lisa talked about sex together all the time, evidently. It wouldn't hurt her to just try to talk about sex. "Okay. You must think I'm nuts to be so nervous." "No more nuts than anybody. And, you don't have to be nervous. Rule number one of any kind of sex is the right to say no. We don't want to drag you into our games." "Okay." "Unless you want to be. Bye." Susan hung up. That last phrase was strangely exciting to Cathy. Susan picked Lisa up, who, as she got in the car, asked, "Now what exactly is going on?" "I told you that I had a phone call with Cathy. I really don't think our sex lives bother her. In a bad way. I think she may be a little hot and bothered. And, I think that may be a new experience for her. We're going to go talk about sex." "That should be interesting." "I promised her we wouldn't try to lesbian rape her." Lisa laughed. "What did you talk about?" "Just be patient till we get there." Soon, the three friends were sitting around in Cathy's living room. Cathy was blushing with embarrassment, but also, strangely excited. Susan said, "Okay, we're all three friends. Friends talk about sex. That's how they learn and that's how they help each other get excited. Agreed?" "Absolutely," Lisa said. "I guess," Cathy said. "Remember Cathy, if anything is said that makes you uncomfortable in a bad way, just let us know, we'll go shopping or something." "No, I'm fine. I know that nothing you say can hurt me. I don't judge you. I really don't. I'm jealous, I guess. I'm just not sure I can contribute." "Cathy, sex is not that complicated. You can contribute. After all you got naked and fingered your pussy. You told me so." "Oh my god." Cathy buried her face in her hands. "Way to go girl," Lisa said. "I did the same thing just this morning. I used a vibrator." "Oh my god." Susan and Lisa laughed and eventually Cathy looked up and laughed. Then, fanning herself, she said, "whew." "Not only that, Lisa, she looked at herself in the mirror when she did it." "Oh my god!" "Go girl," Lisa said. "Did you enjoy it?" "Yes." The wall of Cathy's living room that was at a right angle to the sofa where Susan and Lisa were sitting was made entirely of a mirror. Susan pointed at that wall and said, "You know, before you told me how boring Tom was, I always thought for sure that you must have had sex in here on the floor where you could watch yourselves in that mirror." Cathy looked at the mirror and saw her face, red with embarrassment. "No." She laughed. "I'm sorry to say that never happened." "Too bad." "So," Susan said, "you said that playing with yourself was the nastiest thing you had ever done. Right?" "Yes. I know it doesn't compare to what you might think is nasty, but it was for me." "Well, do you really want to explore how nasty that can be?" "What do you mean?" "I agree that masturbation can be deliciously nasty. Hey, you told me you were thinking of me and Lisa naked, among other things, and that made it kind of nasty, right?" "Oh my god. Yes." Lisa laughed, "Fun, wasn't it?" "Yes." "So, let's do something safely nasty," Susan said, "let's all masturbate together." "Oh my god." "You say that a lot." "I don't know if I can . . ." "Okay, here's what I want to do. Let's turn the couch around to face the mirror." Susan jumped up. Lisa and Cathy stood up and helped her start moving the sofa around. God, thought Cathy, I can't believe I'm doing this. I can't believe it, but it is making me horny. How far can I go? I will go as far as possible. Susan moved a potted plant from in front of the mirror and said, "Now, let's all sit down." The three of them sat on the sofa and looked self- consciously in the mirror. Left to right there was Lisa, Susan, and then Cathy. Three attractive ladies, each starting to breath a little faster and to feel the flush of arousal at what they were doing. "I don't know . . ." Cathy said. Lisa said, "Remember we can stop anytime. But look at us. We are one good looking group of babes, aren't we." They laughed and Cathy said, "Yes, yes I guess we are." All three were in jeans. Cathy had on a t-shirt, as did Lisa. Susan had on a button down blouse, tucked into her jeans. "You know," Susan said, "sex is mostly just a way of thinking. We are all three fully dressed and even a priest would have no problem with the picture we present, right?" "Right." "But, start thinking about what is under our clothes." All three looked at the mirror. Lisa shifted on the sofa. Cathy felt herself growing more aroused as she tried to process what was happening. Lisa caught Cathy's eye in the mirror and glanced down to where she could see Cathy's nipples beneath her t-shirt. She smiled. Cathy looked at her reflection to where Lisa had looked and saw that her nipples were noticeable under her shirt. She blushed and looked back at Lisa. Lisa arched her back and smoothed her t-shirt and Cathy glanced down, seeing the imprint of Lisa's nipples under her shirt. She glanced at Susan's reflection, but the drape of Susan's shirt did not allow her nipples to show. Susan had watched the silent shift of glances. "Yes," she said, "my nipples are getting hard, too." Lisa said, "You should see her nipples, Cathy, they really stand out when she gets turned on. It's like she has little tits on her tits." Susan blushed. Susan noticed and was very surprised. "You're blushing!" she blurted. Susan laughed. "Yeah, well, so are you, but it's a good blush. It's because I'm getting excited. How about you?" "Yeah, okay. I guess." "And we didn't even have to get naked." Cathy thought for a moment that she might be able to detect the scent of somebody's arousal, but maybe it was just her imagination. "Do this," Susan said, spreading her legs wide. The other two ladies followed her lead and the three looked at their reflection, legs spread, the crotch of three pairs of jean stretched tight, their legs criss crossing each other. Cathy looked at herself, between her legs. Then she looked at Susan and Lisa seeing the jeans tight across each lady. Soon all three were smiling at each other in the mirror. Catching Cathy's eye in the mirror, Susan moved her hands to the button on her own jeans and unsnapped it. She did not lower her zipper. She just sat smiling at Cathy. Lisa just watched, her hands did not move as Cathy looked over to see if she was doing the same. It was as if she was watching someone else as Cathy watched her own hands in the mirror. They moved to the fastening of her jeans. Her fingers gripped the fabric. All six eyes were on her slender fingers as they tugged until the button on her jeans parted and the fly on her jeans lay slightly open. She smiled at Susan. She heard the snap and looked over to see that Lisa had undone her jeans. Lisa tugged at the open flap of her jeans, causing the zipper to lower about half way. She smiled at Cathy. Oh god, Cathy thought, we are going to do this. Susan noticed the way that Cathy's tummy tightened with a clench of tension at that thought. "Now Cathy," Susan said, "imagine how much fun it would be if a couple of guys, say Charles and James, were sitting over there watching us do this. Do you have an exhibitionist tendencies?" "I would be so embarrassed." "Yeah, but kind of excited, too, right?" "Yes. I think so." "Especially if they were jacking off while they watched and you could see their cock and balls?" Cathy's arousal stepped up a notch. "Yes. Okay? Yes." Susan laughed. She kicked her shoe off. Lisa did the same and Cathy followed their example. Lisa said, "We should do that some time. Just sit and masturbate with the guys." Cathy looked sideways at her and Lisa said, "I'm sorry. I'm getting carried away. I didn't mean you Cathy. I meant me and Susan. Unless you wanted to, of course." Cathy had seen Charles's and James's cocks, of course, that day on the beach. She could not stop picturing them across the room, stroking themselves and looking at her. She was getting hornier. Cathy's eyes met Susan's in the mirror. "Step two?" Susan asked, raising her eyebrows as her hands went to the zipper on her jeans. Cathy swallowed and nodded, barely. Susan unzipped her jeans. Cathy felt like she had never done anything near as wicked as when she unzipped her jeans, knowing the path she was following. She looked and could tell that Lisa, too, had fully unzipped her jeans and pulled back the fly, exposing pale blue panties. Cathy looked down and could see her white panties peeking out of her fly. She spread the fly, exposing her panties as much as she could. Her cheeks burned with excitement. Susan moved beside Cathy, raising her hips and, as Cathy watched the mirror, Susan slipped her jeans down and off her legs. She threw them to the side and sat there, her legs almost closed, her expression calm in the reflection of the mirror. Lisa moved and her jeans quickly joined Susan's at the side of the room. Cathy now realized the danger in waiting until the other two had removed their pants. Now, they both were looking at her reflection, waiting for her to slide her jeans off, waiting for her to take the next step. She smiled, raised her hips and slid her jeans down. She stopped mid-thigh to tug her white cotton panties back to her waist. Then, she pushed her jeans past her knees to her ankles. Bending, she pulled them off one foot and then the other, finally tossing them aside and looking defiantly at her two friends. The three of them smiled at each other. All three didn't mention it, but they each could smell the scent of arousal in the room. Lisa started to spread her legs, sliding slightly forward. Her panties stretched across her body. Cathy could see the dark shadow of pubic hair and realized that both her friends trimmed the hair there. That was another thing she'd seen at the beach. She was not trimmed and she was embarrassed to think that her hair would be different than theirs, fully covering her sex and spreading naturally in the dip of her thighs. But, she was also terribly excited that she would soon be seeing in greater detail what her friends looked like with their trimmed pubic hair. Cathy could see a spot of wetness on Lisa's panties. Oh god, they were going to see her wet, too. But, it didn't matter, because there was Lisa, unashamed of her arousal and wetness. Was Lisa wet thinking about seeing naked women? Was that what this was about? Were they seducing her? Cathy had a moment of panic, but when she moved pressed her thighs together, she could feel that she was wet. That didn't mean she was wet because of her friends state of undress. It just meant she was excited. She could trust Lisa and Susan. All of those thoughts flashed through her mind so fast that there was barely a pause before Cathy followed Lisa's lead and started to spread her legs toward the mirror. Susan noticed that she moved even before she, Susan, could and decided that everything was going okay. They weren't freaking out Cathy in a bad way. Susan spread her legs. Cathy noticed the wet spot there on Susan's silky white panties. Then she looked at herself. She'd started getting wet while on the phone with Susan and her excitement had done nothing but increase. Her panties were soaked. There was a spot on Lisa's panties, and a slightly larger spot of wetness on Susan's panties, but the only word for Cathy's panties was soaked. "We look good," Lisa said. "Yes we do," Susan said. "I can't believe I'm doing this," Cathy said. "You okay?" Susan asked. "Yes. I think you can both tell that I'm excited. Look at that." Her eyes went to the reflection from between her legs. Susan and Lisa both looked. Cathy realized it was very wicked feeling to have them look at her. She was an exhibitionist. Susan began to unbutton her blouse. In a moment all three ladies were sitting in just their panties, calmly looking at each other's breasts in the mirror. "See," Lisa said, "look at her nipples." Cathy looked at the way Susan's nipples were swollen smooth, swelling from the rest of her breasts like they were inflated with air. Lisa's breasts were slightly smaller than Susan's and topped with small crinkled pink nipples. Cathy suddenly realized that her breasts looked very good, rounded and firm, her nipples had enlarged some with child bearing, but they were now erect, obviously from sexual arousal. Her breasts were certainly as sexy and attractive as her friend's. Cathy suddenly realized that Lisa had her hand in her own panties. It wasn't really moving, but the shape of her knuckles clearly indicated that she was cupping herself. That excited Cathy. "Cathy, Lisa, I want to watch the two of you masturbate while I play with myself, okay?" Cathy smiled at Susan and nodded. Susan stood up and slipped her panties down and off her feet. Cathy enjoyed the view of Susan's bottom as Cathy turned away from her slightly to remove her panties. She noticed that Lisa was watching, too. This was all okay. If she wanted to watch, she didn't have to try and hide it like she did in high school. Gosh, she thought to herself, I did try to look at other girls in PE. I'd forgotten that. What did that mean? She wasn't gay, it just meant she was curious. That's all. Lisa stood up and removed her panties while the other two watched. She took her time when she turned around and Cathy had a good view of the thin line of short hair that was over the slit of her sex. I wonder what that's like to have yourself so bare down there, Cathy thought. After Lisa sat down, Cathy knew that it was her turn. Her knees actually trembled with excitement, and her cheeks burned red as she stood and slid her panties off her feet. She's never stripped so blatantly in front of other people in her entire life. She looked down at herself and said, "I have more hair than you." "We can fix that some day if you want," Susan said. Cathy sat back down. She noticed that Susan's hand had strayed to the area just above her pubic area. "You know what," Lisa said, "you might ought to get us some towels to sit on. We're going to get your sofa wet." Cathy said, "You're right about that." She stood up and walked naked into the hall. She didn't even look back, but she knew her friends were watching. How terribly dirty this all was! She came back with three fluffy towels and they moved to arrange them so they could sit. "Cathy, I'm not suggesting we do anything but masturbate ourselves, but . . ." "But what Susan?" "Women do turn me on, okay?" "I know." "Are you sure you want to do this?" "Yes. I'm more excited than I've been ever before." "Does it bother you that it excites me to see you naked? Just like it excites me to see Lisa naked?" "No. It really doesn't. We're friends and remember, I no longer judge my friends." "Well . . ." Susan blushed. She'd taken the lead in this incredibly strange gathering and she was blushing. What could she be asking? "What Susan? Now who's being shy?" In a rush, Susan said, "Can I smell your panties?" Cathy could almost feel her lubrication increase at the nastiness of that question. That ratcheting up of her arousal, clouded her mind and she could not even respond. Susan misunderstood her hesitation, and said, "You don't have to. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that." "No. It's alright. Just unexpected. You want to see what I smell like down there?" "Yes. It is exciting to me. I love the scent of sex." "Me, too," Lisa said. "I want to enjoy your panties, too." Cathy's brain was working overtime. Her nose dilated as she breathed in the sharp, musky scent that permeated the room. It was sexy. Cathy wondered if you could actually tell the difference between the scent of each of them. Without a word she reached down and picked up her panties and held them out to Susan. More glad than ever that she had put on some recently purchased, untattered panties. She watched closely as Susan shyly lifted her panties to her nose and breathed deep. Lisa's hand was moving between her legs. Susan's eyes closed as she breathed deep and the warmth of her thigh pressed against Cathy as she spread her legs and pushed her hand between her own legs, stroking with a definite motion of caress. Lisa smiled at her. Susan handed Cathy's panties to Lisa and said, "Give me yours." Lisa bent to retrieve her panties from the floor. With a smile she rubbed them against the wetness between her legs and handed them to Susan. Cathy moved and could actually feel the slickness that escaped to her thighs. Lisa was breathing deep from Cathy's panties and Susan from Lisa's. Susan's hand that was holding Lisa's panties dropped to her thigh. Her head was laid back and she was smiling. "God, I love that." "Let me see," Cathy said. She'd always been embarrassed by her own scent, but now, not only was she naked with two friends, but they were clearly enjoying the scent from the crotch of the panties they were crossing around. It gave Cathy incredible freedom to indulge her curiosity about how different each might be. She reached over and took Lisa's panties from Susan. She watched the bundled silkiness as she raised it to her face. I cannot believe I am doing this. The smoothness of the panties brushed her cheek. She breathed in the spicy scent of Lisa. Lisa's panties were still wet from where she'd pressed them between her legs and Cathy felt that wetness against her face. And it was incredibly nasty sexy for her to do so. Cathy looked over the bundled panties at the mirror. Her friends were clearly masturbating, there hands rubbing between their spread legs. She could see everything! She leaned back, closed her eyes, maybe in embarrassment and spread her legs. Susan could see the engorged labia of her friend peeking out of the bushy curls of her hair. The hair was dark there, matted with the wetness that had left its scent in her nostrils. Susan sighed in pleasure. "That wasn't bad was it? Smelling Lisa's panties?" "No. I can't believe I did that, but it was good. It was exciting." Fingers moved slowly over the soft flesh of each of the ladies. "You know," Lisa said, "that was the first thing we did together. We put our fingers in our pants and let each other smell and taste." Taste?! Oh my god! Cathy had never even tasted herself, much less somebody else. What could that be like? "That was so hot," Susan said. Cathy moved her hand over her clit and the feeling that erupted was almost electrical. Her friends had done so much together. And she'd done so little even by herself. "I've never even tasted myself." Cathy could not believe she said that out loud. "Well, now's your chance. You're with a couple of friends that certainly enjoy the taste of their own pussy. Try it if you want." "Right here?" "Yeah," Lisa said, "do you know what a turn on it would be to see you do that, knowing you never had done it before in your life?" Cathy rubbed harder. She let a finger sink into her folds. She was so wet! Could she do that? The scent turned her on. What in the world would it taste like? She pushed the finger inside further and moved it around, getting it wet all over. She closed her eyes and lifted her hand to her mouth. Her tongue stretched out to barely touch her finger. The scent was strong and for the first time in her life, she tasted her own arousal. She opened her eyes. Susan had a finger in her mouth, sliding it in and out, her tongue obviously working to taste the full flavor of herself. Cathy did the same, pressing her finger into her mouth to taste herself. She flinched when a minor shock of an orgasmic feeling struck. She was not even touching herself! She put her hand back between her legs. She could see two of Lisa's fingers pushing in and out of Lisa's pussy. Lisa's thumb was crooked, stroking back and forth across her clit. Susan had two fingers making circles on her clit. Movements were getting faster. Lisa started to come first, jerking forward, her thighs clenching and rising as she started to come. She made noises and hearing those made Cathy start to come. The first sharp groans were involuntary and after that she didn't worry about making sound. Lisa was certainly making the sounds of a lady having an orgasm. Soon, Susan was moaning through an orgasm. They all came, bodies shiny with the perspiration of effort, fingers shiny from their arousal. Cathy could feel the slick perspiring heat of Susan's leg against hers as she, incredibly, peaked for what was obviously a second full orgasm. Another first for her. Later, after they'd dressed and hugged and said some things. Cathy gathered the towels off the sofa to take them to the washing machine. She held each to her face and inhaled. Instead of the washing machine, she took them to her bed that night. The mingled scent left by her and her friends surrounded her as once again she fingered herself to release. Part XIII Susan called Cathy the next day. "Hi, you okay?" "Yes. I'm okay." "I just wanted to make sure. So . . . how do you feel about yesterday?" Cathy laughed. "I feel. . . hmmm . . . weird. I feel like there's a whole big world out there I never knew existed. I mean, all we did was play with ourselves and it was the wildest thing I've ever done." "So, did you enjoy?" "At the time I did." "And, upon reflection?" Cathy was quiet for a few seconds. "Yes. I have to say it was enjoyable." She did not share that she'd woke up this morning and masturbated again, thinking of yesterday, of the way Susan and Lisa had looked in the mirror, legs spread, fingers and hands busy, and the sounds they made. She could still see in her mind's eye the way Cindy's nipples looked when Cindy had arched her back in orgasm. Oh, yes, it was enjoyable. "Okay. Lisa and I worried on the way home that we'd pushed you somewhere you weren't comfortable." "No. I honestly feel like I could have stopped it at any time. It was strange and I was embarrassed, but it was okay." "Okay, then." There was silence, neither knowing exactly how to follow up. Finally, Susan said, "Look, we would never want to push you somewhere you didn't want to go, but we can get together to talk anytime." "Just talk?" Cathy giggled. "If that's what you want. You seem to want to explore sex. Maybe just in your mind, but hey, if you enjoyed yesterday and we get the urge to do it again, who's to tell us we can't?" "Thanks. And I mean thanks for everything. It is kind of sad that my most wildest experience has been with other women. I really do prefer men. And yeah, I'd like to explore things. Learn things. Enjoy things. It's time I got to." "Yes it is. So, seriously, if you want to just talk about sex stuff, just let me know." "I don't even know where to begin." "Well, you'll have to take the lead, okay? I'm still not sure where you're headed." "I'm not either. Why can't you just teach me." Susan laughed. "Oh, I'd be glad to teach you some things . . ." "I didn't mean . . ." "Oh, I know, I didn't mean that either. I'd be glad to teach you about things you can do with men. You have to really experience them to get the most out of them. But, really, Cathy, fantasies are okay. You can do whatever you want in your mind and nobody can fault you for it. You should see some of my fantasies. You'd probably want to lock me up." "Like what?" "Nope. I'm not telling. You ask questions if you want and I'll answer, but you have to take the lead." "But, why?" "Because Cathy... it turns me on to hear what flicks your clitty." They both laughed. Cathy said, "I'm just so naive." "That makes it all the better." "Like . . . " "Like what?" "What's it like to put a man's thing in your mouth?" Cathy said all in a rush. "I like it, but you need to learn to use the right words okay? It makes more sense and it makes it a little more nasty and nasty sex is a turn on. So, did you really mean what is like to put a man's thing in your mouth? Or, did you mean what's it like to suck a man's cock?" "Okay. What's it like to suck a man's cock?" Good god, she was getting aroused. And Susan was right. It was nastier and sexier to use words like suck and cock. "Like I said, I like it. I like the way it is hard in my mouth and the way it gets smooth and slick. I like to feel the weight of a cock on my mouth. I like to feel balls in my mouth. I like the feeling of submissiveness when I'm on my knees and his hands are on my head taking control. I like the taste of his skin and the smell of his musk. I like the things it does to him, the way my mouth makes him shudder and moan. And, I like to feel a cock get harder and harder. I like to feel it jerk and I like the how nasty it feels to know he is coming in my mouth." "What's that like? When he . . . comes in your mouth?" "Hmmmm. . . I feel powerful and sexy. I feel slutty, in a good way. It tastes like a man. You might have to get used to the taste but I've always liked it. Come can be kind of salty strong. It is slick and hot. God I'm getting wet just talking about it." Cathy laughed. "Well, I'm getting that way just listening. And, I've never done it." "You will some day. If you want. Damn, did Tom ever go down on you?" "You mean . . . no. We never did any of that." "Cathy, if you think fingers feel good, just imagine a tongue against your pussy, squirming around, licking your clit. There's little better than a good pussy eater." "Oh ..." "Yeah. You will have to try it." "I feel so stupid." "No. Don't. Your inexperience is because you were faithful to a lousy lover. That's all. You don't have to worry about that anymore." "I know." "What else have you never done, but you're curious about?" "I don't know. Different positions, I guess." "Hmmm. . . my favorite usually, is to be on my knees with him fucking me from behind. You tried that when you fingered yourself in front of your mirror, didn't you?" "Yes." "You'll have to try it with a man. Can I ask you something?" "Sure." "How did it feel to take your clothes off in front of a couple of other people yesterday?" "It was embarrassing, but it was also exciting. It was . . ." "Nasty?" "Yeah, nasty and exciting." "It turned me on to see you naked, to see your breasts and your pussy and to watch you masturbate." "Yes." "Did it turn you on?" "Yes." "Is it turning you on now to think about?" "Yes." "And, how did you like watching us get naked to masturbate." "I liked it." "Tell me. What did you like?" "Okay. I liked seeing you both naked. It was sexy to see your breasts. It was sexy to see you spread your legs so I could see your pussy." "Even though we're just girls?" "Yes. It was still sexy." "Imagine doing it in front of the guys. I'm not suggesting you do it. Just imagine it. Imagine standing naked in front of the guys while they look at you naked." Cathy realized she was getting more and more aroused. "Yes?" "Does that turn you on?" Quietly, Cathy said, "Yes. It does." "Cathy, I'm fingering myself while we talk about you getting naked in front of the guys. It turns me on, too." "What would I do?" "You would strip so they could see you. They would look at your breasts. They would have you turn around so they could look at your ass." "Yes." She could hear Susan breathing heavier. "They would have you lay down on the floor and spread your legs so they could look at your pussy." Cathy slipped a hand into her pants and beneath her panties. She was wet. "And . . ." "You still turned on? I am so wet." "Me, too." "And, they'd have you spread your pussy open so they could see inside you." "Oh, god." Cathy's finger slipped into the wetness of her sex and traced over her clit, sending a shock through her nerves. "You know what else my guys would want to see?" "What?" "They'd want you to get on your knees and raise your ass in the air." "So they could look at it?" "Yes." Susan was going to come she was so turned on. Cathy could hear her pant in rhythm with her strokes. Susan heard her friend's intake of breath. "Cathy, are you playing with yourself?" "Yes." "It's a turn on, isn't it, to think about being on your knees while they watch." "Yes." "Both our guys like butts. They'd want to see all of it." Cathy closed her eyes and imagined being naked on all fours with her friends looking at her ass. "What do you mean: all of it?" "They'd tell you to spread your ass, so they could see your asshole." Cathy jerked at that, coming close to an orgasm. Susan said, "What do you think of that?" "I think it is really nasty. Is that sexy?" "Oh, yes. The asshole is very sexy." Susan slipped a finger down and across her asshole lightly. "Cathy, when you masturbate, have you ever touched yourself there?" "You mean on my . . . ass?" "Yes, have you ever let one of your fingers caress you there?" "No." "There are a lot of nerves there and you know there's nothing wrong with enjoying all your body." "I'm starting to understand that." Her voice cracked a little because her hand was stroking pleasure between her legs. "Well, do it now." "What?" "Are you naked?" "No." Could she do what she knew was coming? Cathy decided to just do whatever Susan told her to do. "Take off your pants. I will too." There was a moment when, if they'd been listening, each would have heard the rustle of clothes being taken off. "Okay," Cathy said. "You took off your pants?" "Yes." "Me, too. Get your finger wet, like I am." "Okay. I am." "Get on your knees." "Just a moment." Cathy grabbed a pillow to rest the phone on. She got on her knees on the floor. She raised her ass and imagined Charles and James looking at her. "Okay," she said. "Is your finger in your pussy?" "Yes." "Mine, too. Now, get it real wet and just reach behind you and run it over yourself." Cathy took her finger and pressed her hand further back. Her finger was just in the crack of her ass and she moved it over her hole there, lightly. She had, of course, touched herself there in the shower, but never like this. She pressed a little harder and then moved her hand back to her clit for a moment and then back to her asshole. "Are your rubbing it?" "Yes." "Feel good?" "Yes, it does." "Cathy?" "What?" "I'm going to come." Susan started making small noises of pleasure. "Oh, god." Cathy started rubbing herself faster. She lay her cheek next to the phone and reached between her legs with her other hand. She kept one finger busy darting about and lightly pressing against her asshole, while the other hand stroked her pussy and her clit. When the sounds that Susan made crested in volume, Cathy was coming. She tried to be quiet, but Susan heard the gasps she made. Later, she'd pulled her pants back on. Susan said, "Nice?" "Yes." "See, sex is simple as long as you accept what you enjoy." "Susan, thank you. I'm still embarrassed, but thanks." Susan laughed. "Don't be embarrassed. Look at me, I'm the one telling all my secrets. It was quiet for a moment, while Susan thought about what she wanted to suggest. "Cathy?" "What?" "Think about something. Don't even try to answer right now. But, would you like to watch Charles and me have sex? You would not be expected to participate. You could just watch. It turns me on to watch and I know Charles will understand. If you wanted to play with yourself, that would be okay." "uh... " "No, don't answer right now. Think about it and if you like the idea, call me back sometime and just say, 'okay' and I'll know what you mean." "Okay. I mean I understand." "I have to go, we'll get back together soon and just go out like normal people. Bye." "Bye." Cathy's mind could not even wrap around what Susan suggested, but it could also not stop thinking about what it would be like to watch her two friends have sex in front of her. No. To be exact, to have them have sex for her to watch. She started to get aroused again, but she had to resist. Her kids were due home any moment. The phone rang at Susan's house. She answered, "Hello?" "Okay." "Cathy?" "Yes. Okay." "Come over here tonight, 7:30." "Okay." Breathless, Cathy hung up the phone. Susan turned to Charles and said, "Honey, I've got a surprise I think you'll like." Part XIV There was a knock at exactly 7:30. Susan opened the door. Cathy was standing there dressed in slacks and a button down shirt. She was blushing furiously. Susan said, "Hi." Susan was in a robe. "I almost chickened out." "I know." Cathy took her friend's hand. "I'm glad you didn't. Come on in." The lights were dim in Cathy's living room. There was a comforter on the f