Four New Urges
                        (MF+, wl, swap)

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Two couples, close friends, and all it takes is a spark to ignite the
fire.

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We were on our way home from Tom and Sally's when my wife dropped the
bombshell.

"Honey, I don't think we should go there any more."

"Huh? You mean Tom and Sally's house?"

"Yeah."

"But that's crazy! They're our best friends!"

"Well, I just don't think we should."

I was totally baffled.

"Why, Ann? Why in the world would you say something like that?"

"I just don't think we should go," she repeated.

"So what happened tonight? Did you and Sally have some kind of silent
fight?"

She shook her head.

"No, we didn't fight, we never fight."

"Oh, god, it must have been something I did that embarrassed you. What
did I do this time?"

Another shake of her head.

"No, you were fine."

"Then why?"

"No reason, OK? Look, I just don't wanta talk about it."

I figured I'd better shut up, and we drove the rest of the way home in
an awkward silence. When we got there she seemed cold, and I don't
think she said a dozen words as we got the house ready for the night
and got ourselves ready for bed. Oh, well, all married couples go
through these things. But why is it that it's the husband who never
has a clue as to what is going on?

When I got out of the bathroom she was already in bed, in her old
flannel pajamas, yet. She had her back to me as I crawled in beside
her. I wrapped my arm around her and tried to snuggle up, but she
squirmed away from me.

"Good night, hon," I finally said.

She sort of grunted.

The next day she seemed to be OK, but we both avoided saying anything
about Tom and Sally. In fact their names didn't come up again until
Tuesday when I tried to push Ann a bit more on her reaction.

"Honey, I keep thinking about what you said about Tom and Sally, and I
had this one horrible thought. Was it Tom? Did he say something or do
something he shouldn't have? I mean, like try to come on to you or
something?"

"No, he was a perfect gentleman, like he always is."

"So what's the problem, Ann? Don't you like Sally?"

"Yes, I like Sally."

"Don't you like Tom?"

"Tom is fine."

"So I'm OK, you're OK, they're OK. What's going on here? What aren't
you telling me?"

"Nothing."

"It can't be nothing, it's got to be something. Come on, tell me."

"I don't want to talk about it."

Then, on Thursday, Sally called while Ann was in the shower, and said
she and Tom would like to come over Saturday night if that was OK. No
surprise there, they only live two miles away, and we get together
nearly every weekend. At least her call meant that Sally and Ann
weren't totally mad at each other. That was very good in my view,
because I liked both Tom and Sally, and would really miss them if they
dropped out of our lives. But what was Ann going to say?

I thought for a moment of calling to her in the shower, and asking if
it would be OK, but I realized that would sound really negative to
Sally on the other end of the line.

So, trying not to leave an awkward pause, I blurted out, "Sure, we'd
love to have you."

Sally probably noticed the lack of a dinner invitation, but she just
said, "How does eight sound?"

That was my cue to ask them for dinner, but I decided not to push it,
and responded, "Eight will be great."

I tried to be very casual about it when Ann came out of the shower.

"Oh, by the way, Sally just called and said they wanted to come over
Saturday night. I told them that would be fine."

She bristled immediately.

"I told you, I didn't think we should see them any more."

I tried to escape by being logical which, by the way, guys, never
works on a woman.

"No, what you said was that we shouldn't go to their house any more.
Since the problem isn't them and it isn't us and it isn't how we feel
about them, I had to assume that the problem was their house."

"That's stupid," she snorted.

"Well, OK, maybe I didn't think it out very well. She asked, and I
wanted to see them, so I said yes. Now I think it's time you get over
your hang-up, whatever it is, and at least pretend to be a good
hostess Saturday night."

She glared at me but didn't say anything more.

Saturday night went reasonably well. I was watching Ann carefully, and
did notice that she was less talkative than usual, and kept her eyes
downcast a lot of the time. But we all played Pinochle together and
laughed and joked. I think Tom and Sally both noticed the difference
in Ann, because they both tried to be particularly attentive to her.

The evening went quickly, and they left about eleven. As always, Sally
and Ann hugged good bye, and then Sally turned to me and Ann turned to
Tom. Again, as always, I hugged Sally, nuzzled her cheek a bit, and
gave her a quick kiss on the mouth.

After we broke apart I looked over at Tom and Ann to see that they
were still going through the same ritual. Well, actually, they had
already gotten to the quick kiss part by the time I looked, and it did
seem like they held it just a bit longer than a strict construction of
'quick' would suggest. But certainly nothing very extreme.

The moment they were out the door Ann flung herself at me, wrapped her
arms tightly around me, and started kissing me passionately. Any
tingle of jealousy I might have felt a moment earlier evaporated
instantly. Now, this was a kiss!

She pressed her body against mine, and I started sliding my hand up
and down her back. When my hand finally made it down to her ass, her
pelvis started undulating enthusiastically. I brought my other hand
around to cup her bra, and her tongue started driving itself in and
out of my mouth. I got an almost instant hard-on, and as soon as she
felt that she wrapped one leg around me and started rubbing her pussy
up and down my shaft as best she could through four layers of
clothing.

That was more than I could stand. I pulled her down to the floor and
started ripping her clothes off. She did the same thing with my
clothes, and in less than a minute she was rubbing her pussy up and
down my quivering cock with nothing between them but slime. The slime
I'm talking about is what was coming out of her pussy, because when I
got my hand down there I found that she was dripping wet.

She started screaming as soon as I stuck a finger up her cunt and
pressed on her clit with my thumb. She rolled me on my back, straddled
me, grabbed my cock, and sank down on it. The moment she had me all
the way in her she started coming. Not only could I hear it in her
screams and see it in the violent jerks of her body, but I could also
feel it as her cunt twitched, and twitched, and kept on twitching.

This was all too fast for me. I wasn't nearly there yet, but that
didn't matter. Once she calmed down it became obvious that this was
only the first act.

She started moaning, "Fuck me, fuck me," and I was all too happy to
oblige.

I was finding it very strenuous to hump up into her from my position
flat on my back, so I managed to roll over her and went to work in
earnest. I was going faster and faster, and it wasn't long before I
started squirting into her. Her body responded immediately with a
second massive climax.

We finally calmed down and discovered that we were lying in a tangle
of clothes not six feet from the front door. We didn't care,
preferring to continue lying there kissing tenderly with her legs
wrapped around me and my soft prick still inside her. Maybe half an
hour later we finally separated and she made a quick dash for the
bathroom while I picked up all of our clothes, carried them into the
bedroom, and dumped them on the floor there for later sorting.

We then crawled naked into the bed together and back into each other's
arms.

"Wow," I said, "I think that was the best sex we've had since our
honeymoon."

She purred and said, "Actually, for me it was even better than during
our honeymoon, though that was great. But remember that night before
we were married, when we borrowed Tony's apartment for the evening?"

"Do I ever! We were both wild animals that night!"

"That," she said, "was the best sex I ever had in my life ... until
tonight."

"Baby, I don't know what triggered it tonight, but whatever it was I
hope it keeps on happening."

She was quiet for a bit, then whispered, "Actually, I think I do know
what did it, and I guess I'm going to have to tell you."

I waited a long time, but she didn't say anything more, so I felt I
had to encourage her.

"Whatever it was, don't be afraid to tell me. It just gave us one
fantastic time together. So what was it?"

She hesitated a bit more.

"It was Tom and Sally being here."

"Huh? OK, if you say so. But, Ann, don't you feel a bit stupid now
about not wanting them to be here?"

"I was afraid, and I still am."

"Afraid," I wondered aloud. "Afraid of what?"

"Afraid of my feelings."

And then it all poured out.

"Last week when we were at their house I started having these really
sexy thoughts about Tom. And then when we said good night and I kissed
him I wanted so bad to make it a super passionate kiss, and I almost
couldn't stop myself.

"That's why I told you we should stop seeing them. It wasn't that I
wanted to stop, but I didn't trust myself.

"Tonight was even worse. I kept imagining that he had this absolutely
monster dick, and that he was ramming it in and out, in and out of me
all night long. And when we kissed good bye ... I ... I actually come
just a little bit. And that was why I needed you so much."

I was stunned. I had no idea.

Finally I said slowly, "You know what? I think I know, just a little
bit, what you're going through."

Thank God for darkness. If we had been looking at each other instead
of lying side by side, naked in the dark, I don't think I would have
been able to say what I said next.

"Two months or so ago I started having feelings like that about Sally.
One night when we got ready to leave I had such a hard-on that I was
ashamed to even try to kiss her. Instead I stood up quickly and got
immediately behind you. I just smiled at her when you hugged Tom and
then hurried you out the door, staying very close behind you."

"Oh, yeah, I remember that night," Ann said. "In fact I even remember
how horny you were when we got home. But what I remember most is that
Sally called me up the next day and asked why you were mad at her. I
told her I had no idea."

"Well, I was so embarrassed about it I swore I'd control myself the
next time we got together. I just kept focusing on anything I could
other than Sally, and I managed to keep from getting a hard-on. Since
then I've kept it under control, but it hasn't been easy, especially
when we kiss good night."

After a bit, Ann said, "I guess it's pretty hard for a guy to hide
something like that. In fact, ... I guess there's something else I
have to admit. A week ago, when we were at Tom and Sally's I ... well,
I saw what looked like a really big bulge in Tom's pants at one point.
Maybe that's what got me started thinking that way about him."

Talk about a soul-baring experience! Ann and I suddenly felt closer to
each other than we had in years, in a tender, loving, sort of way. We
rolled together and took each other in our arms. But despite our naked
flesh pressing against each other, it wasn't an explicitly sexual way.
It was just warm and tender, and it too felt fantastic, just like the
sex had felt fantastic earlier, yet totally different. We were really,
truly, in love. We fell asleep that way, without another word.

Sunday morning we woke still glowing from the most wonderful night of
our life. But as the day wore on we both realized that we still had
some more talking to do, some more decisions to make.

I finally asked, "So where do we go from here? Like you said a week
ago, maybe we have to stop seeing Tom and Sally. But, Ann, after last
night, ... well, you know what I mean."

"Yeah, I know. Maybe we won't have any more nights like last night if
we stop seeing them."

"What if," she went on, "I learn to control my feelings the way you
say you have? Hopefully we can save our friendship that way."

"True, but it could be a strain for both of us. And I'm not sure it
would help in the passion department, either."

We looked deep into each other's eyes and said it pretty much
together.

"Maybe we can let our feelings out just a little bit when we're with
them." "And," Ann added, "end up with more nights like last night."

"And," I added, "if we're careful, still be friends with Tom and
Sally."

"What if," Sally suggested with a naughty grin, "you should happen to
get turned on by Sally at the same time I get turned on by Tom?
Imagine what that might do to our sex life!"

OK, I'll admit it. The idea of that gave me a very hard boner in a
very short time.

Suddenly the decision seemed obvious. We began planning our next time
with Tom and Sally. We agreed we wanted to have it happen at our place
again, so we would be able to act immediately on our feelings.

"But you know Sally is going to insist that it's her turn," Ann
objected.

"Ahh, I've got a way around that. Tell her you were so mad at that
clod of a husband you have," I gave her a big grin, "because he didn't
invite them to dinner last time. And you insist it be at our place to
make up for that."

That settled, Ann had another idea.

"How about if we put some music on, and you and I start dancing. And
then Tom and Sally will probably start dancing too. And after a while
you could suggest we change partners for a bit."

I couldn't believe that my wife was actually proposing something like
this, but it sounded like a perfect technique to achieve our goal.

"If," I amended, "we can get it to happen just before they go home."

"That," said Ann with a sexy grin, "should be no problem at all. By
the time Tom finishes dancing with me, he is going to be dying to get
Sally home and into bed!"

We both laughed a bit nervously at that, and I cautioned her not to
get too carried away.

For the record, we had some absolutely fabulous sex that night, and
every night that week. I know for me it was in large part because of
the fantasies I was having about the coming Saturday night, and I'm
sure Ann was having similar fantasies with a similar effect.
Including, undoubtedly, that some of her fantasies, like some of mine,
were not about her own spouse.

Finally the big night came. Ann was back to being her old talkative
self, though I detected a slightly heightened flush. Tom and Sally
both complimented her on the dinner, and the women cleared the dishes
while Tom and I broke out the double Pinochle deck for the traditional
game.

"Ann is really looking radiant tonight," Tom remarked, then grinned.
"I almost said ravishing, but caught myself in time. Sorry about that,
buddy."

I laughed and said, "I don't mind. The fact is she does look
ravishing, and I intend to ravish her the moment you guys are out the
door tonight."

"Oh, shit, are you suggesting we should leave right now?"

"Not a bit of it. I'm absolutely positive that we would both be
terribly disappointed if you left right now!"

(If he only knew how true those words are, I thought to myself.)

After the game, Ann announced, "You know what I'd like to do? I'd like
to dance!"

I jumped up and turned the stereo on, where of course I already had an
appropriate CD ready to play. Then on a devilish impulse I turned the
lights down low. We have one of those switches with a dimmer on them,
though we almost never use it.

Ann was waiting for me when I got back, and she wrapped her arms
around me. It felt so good having her press against my body that I
almost suggested we drop the last step in the plan, but I decided not
to say anything.

Sure enough, Tom and Sally were soon swaying to the music near by, and
from the looks of it in the semi-darkness they were dancing as close
as Ann and I were. I moved one hand up to Ann's breast and the other
down to her ass. She moaned and pressed even closer to me.

Then after a bit she pulled her mouth away from mine and whispered in
my ear, "OK, lover boy, I think it's time."

I gave her a final kiss and asked my question.

"Tom, would it be OK with you if I asked Sally to dance with me for a
bit?"

Tom laughed a bit nervously.

"It's fine with me, if I can ask Ann to dance at the same time."

"Naturally," I responded. "So, Sally, would you like to dance with
me?"

"Well," she hesitated, "I guess, ... If Tom really doesn't mind."

"I already said it was OK," he reminded her. "Now, Ann, how about
you?"

Her response came very quickly and enthusiastically: "Oh, yes, I'd
like that!"

So we traded partners, and each started out in a formal ballroom
position, no touching except a hand at the waist, a hand at the
shoulder, and a pair of hands clasped.

I guided Sally away from Tom and Ann, and turned her so she couldn't
see what they were doing. I had intended to watch them myself, but
found Sally's perfume and close body intoxicating. I gently pulled her
waist closer to me, and she moved in without complaint so that our
chests were touching. Soon, again by unspoken mutual consent, my left
hand and her right hand that it was holding were resting against the
sides of our chests.

I tried to be careful to keep my lower body a bit away from hers,
because by now I had a rather prominent bulge down there. But I did
release her hand, and slide mine up her arm to her shoulder, then down
onto her upper back. She did the same thing with her hand, but then
kept moving it across my shoulder to my neck, where it was joined by
the other one. I slid my hand down her back to her waist, and then
started moving it gently up and down her back. By now our cheeks were
resting against each other, and we started turning our heads gently,
causing our cheeks to graze each other, back and forth.

Just then Tom said, "Sally, I think it's time we went home."

"Yes, dear, I agree," she said, and pulled her face back away from me.

But only far enough so that our mouths could meet. This time we held
the 'good bye' kiss quite a bit longer than usual, then parted.

We looked over at Tom and Ann, who were just finishing their expanded
good bye kiss. Then Tom and Sally made a beeline to the door, with
quickly exchanged good night calls by all.

We actually started tearing our own clothes off even before the door
was completely closed. And I'm sure that before Tom and Sally had
closed their car doors we were on the floor stark naked and I was
plunging my fuck stick into Ann's steaming cunt. We both came nearly
instantly, but after we calmed down from that we started up again
immediately.

The second climax took considerably longer, but GOD did it feel good
when it came! After that we left the clothes where they lay and headed
for the bed where we fucked a third time. Totally exhausted by then,
we fell asleep, but Ann woke in the middle of the night and started
sucking my dick, which led to my fourth climax in as many hours.

Naturally, I returned the favor. With interest, I might add, because
she came twice while I was sucking her clit and grubbing in her cunt.
Then we fell into a sound sleep and didn't wake until the middle of
the morning, but when we did awaken it was to yet another mind-blowing
fuck.

After that we both realized that we stunk to high heaven, and headed
to a long shower together. Anything we might have tried in the shower
would have been an anticlimax, so we just soaped each other
thoroughly, everywhere. We didn't feel like getting dressed, so I
pulled on a pair of under shorts, and she wrapped herself in a robe,
and we headed for the kitchen. We were both starved!

Some time around noon my curiosity got the best of me.

"I'd love to know what you and Tom were doing last night while you
were dancing."

"Are you sure? What if it makes you jealous?"

"I promise I won't be jealous. I want to hear all the details. If
we're going to make this work, we're going to have to be totally
honest with each other."

She thought about that a minute, and finally said, "OK, but first you
tell me what you and Sally did."

I was glad I didn't have too much to confess, but I told her like it
was, and she took it really well.

Then it was her turn.

"When I went to Tom he held his left hand out to the side, and barely
touched my waist with his right. I took his left hand with my right,
and put my left hand on his shoulder. We didn't even touch any place
except those three points!"

She gave me a quick sidelong glance, then went on.

"I definitely wanted more than that, so the first thing I did was pull
the hand I was holding in against my body. I slid my hand around to
the back of his, and pressed his against my blouse, you can guess
where."

"You didn't!"

"Oh yes, I did. And I held it there with my hand while I moved my
other hand from his shoulder to the back of his neck, and pulled his
face down against mine. When our lips met I started kissing him
hotly."

"Really? I can't believe it!"

"Quiet, no more comments or I won't tell you my story."

So I shut up and she continued.

"I was now close enough that I was pressing my chest against his, but
then I stepped in even closer. Are you sure you want to hear this?"

I nodded.

"When I stepped closer, my thigh went between his legs, and his thigh
went between my legs. Oh, god, babe, I could feel him rubbing against
my leg, and I could feel his leg pushing against me, right here. I was
already going out of my mind with desire.

"After that I started squeezing his hand, to get him to squeeze my
breast. At that point he groaned and moved his other hand down from my
waist to my ass. I couldn't help myself when he did that; I started
rubbing my crotch against his thigh and my thigh against his crotch.

"By now his right hand was doing just fine on my tit without any help
from me, so I moved both hands to his neck and started working my
tongue in and out of his mouth. His pelvis was bucking against me, and
I could feel his hard-on rubbing up and down my belly. I fantasized
for just a bit that he was pumping it into me, then pulled my mouth
away from his and whispered in his ear that if we didn't stop then I
didn't think I would be able to.

"He groaned again and shoved his hand to the base of my ass crack and
between my legs. I was afraid I'd gone too far, but then he took a
deep breath and told Sally he thought it was time they went home. One
more kiss, much less passionate this time, but definitely intense, and
he was gone."

Strangely enough, my peter had been getting harder and harder while
she told what she had been doing with Tom, and when she stopped I
flung open her robe, dropped to my knees in front of where she was
sitting, and shoved my face into her pussy. In less time than it takes
to tell it, she was on the floor with her legs spread wide and I was
trying frantically to tear off a pair of under shorts that had gotten
hooked on my monster cock. Of course I finally did get them off, and
we had yet another pounding, screaming, fuck session that went on and
on, with more climaxes than we could remember.

When our brains finally came back into focus maybe an hour, maybe two
hours, later, we knew without a doubt that we had made the right
decision a week earlier. All that mattered now was that we find some
way to keep it going.

We did feel kind of guilty that we had used our friends unfairly,
though we later found out things weren't quite as one-sided as we
thought they might have been. It turned out that when Tom and Sally
went out to the car that night, they had just gotten the doors closed
when Tom rolled toward Sally and grabbed her pussy while they started
kissing passionately. They ended up spending thirty minutes in our
driveway fucking their brains out. Then, when they were finally able
to drive home, they sprinted for the bed and, from what we heard, had
every bit as wild a night as we did.

But at the time we didn't know that, so it was with some major guilt
feelings that I gave Tom a call in the middle of the week.

"Hey, Tom, you got a minute? Can you talk? Look, Ann and I have been
feeling kind of bad about what happened last Saturday night. The truth
is, we sort of set you up. It wasn't fair, and we're sorry. ... You
what? You really mean you're glad it happened? ... That good, huh? ...
Yeah, we'd like to get together again this weekend, too. ... OK, me
too, but let's just play it by ear. It might not work out the same way
next time. ... Right, see you for dinner at your place."

Ann didn't say anything about it, but I'm sure she and Sally must have
had a talk during the week as well. She wouldn't let me watch her
dressing, but when she came out she was wearing a rather short skirt
and a soft pullover sweater. Quite a change from the slacks she and
Sally usually wore. Oh, and no socks at all. Just sandals that showed
off her freshly painted toenails.

The way I knew she and Sally had been talking was that when we got
there, Sally was wearing -- yep, a soft pullover sweater and a short
skirt that showed off her naked legs all the way down to her sandals
and painted toenails.

When I gave Sally a rather longish hello kiss she pressed her chest
against mine, and I realized with a thrill that she wasn't wearing a
bra. I was willing to bet that Tom had just discovered the same thing
about Ann, and to think I hadn't even noticed when she came out of the
bedroom, or on the way over. Just goes to show where my thoughts had
been!

Dinner was a real trial. Not only was I in physical pain from the huge
erection I had crammed inside my pants, but Sally was seated on my
right and I was being psychologically tortured every time I saw her
tits bounce up and down, which was every time she brought a forkful of
food to her mouth. And as if that wasn't enough, she kicked her left
sandal off and was running her toes up and down my calf.

Finally it was over, and Tom asked, "Well, who's in the mood for a
game of Pinochle?"

There was dead silence.

"OK, then, how about if I put some music on so we can dance?"

That brought a chorus of yes's.

Sally and Ann quickly cleared the table while Tom cranked up the
stereo.

"I wish I had a dimmer like you guys, but lacking that, how about if I
turn the lights off in here?"

He did, but there was still a lot of light streaming from the kitchen.
The gals had already finished in there, so he tried turning the
kitchen light off, but that left the room inky black, and we all
objected. He finally turned on the stove hood light in the kitchen,
and turned the kitchen light off. That made it really dark, but at
least we had enough light so we could find our spouses.

Yep, I was right. Ann was definitely not wearing a bra. She was also
definitely horny. She followed the same program with me that she had
described doing with Tom the week before. She pressed my hand against
her breast, started kissing me passionately, and rubbed her crotch
against my thigh.

I was squeezing and pinching her tit with my left hand while I reached
my other hand down and grabbed her ass, gradually wadding her skirt up
as I kneaded her buns. Before long I had the hem of her short skirt in
my hand, and then I was under it and rubbing her ass through her
panties. She was moaning and humping against me at a frantic pace.

I shoved my finger down her ass crack and between her legs, only to
discover something else shocking. Her panties had a slit in them,
through which my finger found a quivering and dripping wet snatch.

Just then Tom's voice boomed out, "Anybody feel like switching
partners for a bit?"

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" came the three answers, and I soon had Sally in my
arms.

I wasted no time getting my left hand on her breast and my right on
her ass. She wasted no time getting her hands around my neck and her
mouth firmly planted on mine. I squeezed her breast and she shifted
her chest back and forth to rub her tits against me. Still working
through her soft sweater, I rubbed my thumb in a circle around her
hard nipple. She moaned and started pumping her tongue in and out of
my mouth. I grabbed her ass and she started pressing her crotch
convulsively against my thigh. I shifted my body to line up with hers,
and she gasped as she felt the base of my hard-on dig into her mons.

I moved my left hand away from her breast and down her side, evoking a
moan of disappointment. But the moan instantly turned to one of
excited anticipation as I slipped my hand under her sweater and
started the return trip back up to her tit. By now her left hand was
clawing at my back. My right hand grabbed her skirt and pulled the
back of it up to her waist, then quickly jumped down to grab her ass
through her panties before her skirt could fall back into place.

She responded by bringing her left hand around from my back and
shoving it down between our bodies. She grabbed the front of her skirt
and yanked it up to her waist, then dove back down and unzipped me. As
soon as she could get in she grabbed my cock through my shorts and was
moving her hand slowly up and down its length.

That was too much for me. I shoved a finger between her legs, and, OH,
GOD, YES!!! Another slit leading to another sopping wet pussy! As I
started exploring that steaming hot cavern she momentarily released my
cock and fumbled at my belt buckle.

Unable to manage it with one hand she grabbed my cock again and
whispered, "Take off your belt!"

I deserted her pussy and tit long enough to comply, and unfastened my
pants for good measure, letting them drop to the floor. She pulled my
cock out through the fly in my shorts, but then to my surprise,
released it. I soon understood why, as she grabbed my neck with both
hands and swung both legs up around my waist.

She kept inching up higher and higher, pulling herself up with her
hands, and pushing with her feet, until I could feel her slimy cunt
rubbing through that panty slit against the base of my cock. Still she
kept inching up.

Her head was now slightly higher than mine, and I had another idea. I
dropped my hand from her tit to the bottom of her sweater, grabbed it,
and yanked it up to her throat, exposing both of her tits. Just as I
was about to drop my head down in an attempt to reach her tit, I heard
Tom's voice again.

"Ann and I want to excuse ourselves to be together for a while. Would
it be OK with you two if we did?"

While he was talking I had managed to crane my neck enough that I
could lick her nipple.

"Oh, YES," she exclaimed, really, I am sure, in response to me rather
than her husband, but at that point I doubt if she cared what he did.

I pulled my mouth away from her tit long enough to say, "Sure, go
ahead," while visions of being alone with Sally washed through my
mind.

In a moment I heard the click of a bedroom door closing behind them,
and with Sally still wrapped around my waist I tried to identify the
sofa in the dim light. Finding it, I rushed her over there and dumped
her on it, taking care not to break that highly charged contact
between her pussy and my cock -- a contact that by now had moved up my
shaft almost to its bulb. I wasted no time sliding the last inch down
through her well-greased lips and planting the tip at the mouth of her
quivering cunt.

"I need you in me NOW," she moaned, and with one shove I was there.

As soon as I started pumping she broke into such a racket of screams
and moans and shouts that it's hard to believe Tom and Ann could have
ignored them, no matter how deep they were in their own passion at the
time. And I'm sure there must have been some embarrassed grins around
the neighborhood.

But I didn't mind her noises; I loved them. Every bit of her passion
was getting turned to enhance mine, and I was quickly building to a
climax the like of which I had never dreamed of. When it came I
screamed too, and started shooting cum into her as if it was bullets
from a gun.

She told me later it felt like a fire hose. She had never ever
experienced anything like it. Nor anything like what happened to her
then. It was as if every nerve in her entire body was directly tied to
her cunt. All of her normal body operations stopped, except that her
vagina was convulsing uncontrollably, and every contraction sent high
voltage signals through her entire system.

We lay there after that for god knows how long, slowly coming back to
life with wracking gasps for air. Finally when my heartbeat had
returned to something approaching normalcy I told her I wanted to fuck
again.

She said, "Oh, yes, PLEASE, NOW!!"

I started up again, still working through the slit in her panties.

She was soon making as much noise as before, but this time it was all
shouted words, one word each time I pumped into her.

"Oh.   Yes!   I.   Want.   It.   FUCK.   ME!   FUCK.   ME!   MORE!
MORE!!   YESS!   NOW!!   COME!!!   AAIIIIEEEE!!!!!"

Once again I was coming like I hadn't had any for a month, and her
entire body was nothing but a continuous series of spasms.

As soon as she could speak, she moaned, "Oh, god, lover, I didn't
know. I had no idea it could *ever* be like this. Oh, *baby*, I *love*
it. Don't ever leave me! I want you inside me forever and ever!"

"Oh, YES," I groaned, "I want that too. But some time we're going to
have to stop for a little bit to pee and shit and eat."

"Just for a tiny bit, and please, no time soon."

"Baby, my cock is still hard, and I still want to fuck."

"Yes, yes, so do I, but wait just a minute, I've got a terrible cramp
in my neck. This sofa is so uncomfortable."

"Oh, god, Sally, I'm so sorry. I didn't realize. Is there some place
else we can go?"

"Well, we do have two bedrooms, and I seriously doubt," she giggled,
"that Tom and Ann are using both of them."

I pulled out of her and we headed down the hall. We heard the loud
sound of a bed banging rhythmically against the wall behind the first
door, so went on to the second, which was the master bedroom. She
unfastened and dropped her skirt, pulled off her sweater and threw it
on the floor, then kicked off her sandals as she spread herself out on
the bed in nothing but her panties.

"Get undressed, daddy, then come and finish me."

I wasted no time stripping, then buried my face in her pussy through
that accommodating slit while I reached up with both hands to grab her
panties at the waist and pull them down. As soon as I had them off her
ass she stuck her legs straight up into the air so I could remove them
entirely. I pushed them up past her feet and threw them somewhere, god
knows where. Then as I slid my hands back down her legs I pushed her
knees up against her tits.

As I did, she spread them as widely as she could and my mouth went
back to work on her pussy. She was screaming again, and I could tell
she was about ready to come. I slid my hands up inside her knees and
grabbed her tits. I stroked and kneaded her breasts for a bit, then
pinched a nipple with each hand. That put her over the top, and she
started flushing and flushing while I kept on licking and sucking.

After she finally calmed down she said, "Oh, god, now I owe you one,
but I still want more of what you're doing, so turn around and let me
suck you."

That sounded like a great plan and I complied immediately. She grabbed
my cock and guided it into her mouth, then started licking all around
the head of it. I decided to echo that by licking all around her clit.
She groaned at that, and started sucking hard on me, pulling me deeper
and deeper into her mouth. I sucked hard on her clit and stuck a
finger into her cunt. She still had her feet up above her head, and
she curled herself up as much as possible, shoving her pulsing clit up
into my mouth.

Meanwhile, she had opened her throat wide, and I was pounding deep
into it. Now I had three fingers shoving in and out of her cunt while
I kept sucking on her clit. Neither of us could hold out for long, and
soon my shaft was jerking and pumping deep within her. I swear I felt
like I was shooting cum clear down to her belly. That triggered yet
another climax for her, and we both lost contact with anything except
our sexes for a long, long time.

When I finally became slightly rational again I realized that,
amazingly, my cock was still as stiff as a board. I slowly pulled it
out of Sally's mouth, made a U-turn on top of her, and slipped it back
into her cunt. We both groaned at that and started kissing ever more
passionately. It wasn't long before our crotches were pounding
urgently, insistently, frantically against each other. It took a long
time, but we finally got once more that release we craved so much.

This time when my mind finally cleared I felt a twinge of guilt. I had
totally forgotten that the idea was supposed to be that Ann and I were
going to get horny for each other.

"What time is it?" I gasped.

She squirmed around a bit so she could look at the bedside alarm.

"Oh, my god! It's nearly 1 AM!"

I pulled away from her in shock.

"What if Tom and Ann have been sitting in the living room for the last
two hours waiting for us to show up?"

I jumped out of bed, found my clothes, and pulled them on.

"I'll go check."

Out in the hall I could see that the lights were still off in the
living room, but I went on out to be sure. The stove hood light was
still on, and with my dark-adjusted eyes I could easily see there was
no one around. On the way back down the hall I paused at the first
door and put my ear to it. Before long I heard it -- a snore!

Back in the bedroom I whispered to Sally, "They're asleep!"

Then I dropped my clothes and climbed back into bed with her.

"It seems," I said, drooling, "as if we can spend the whole night
together."

"Oh god, I can't imagine anything more fantastic," she said as she
rolled against me and started kissing me hotly again.

Her hand went down to my crotch. "I was beginning to wonder," she
giggled, "if you were ever going to get soft."

Indeed, I was. I guess it was the guilty feeling, the shock of finding
how late it was, and the trip out to check the living room. Not to
mention the four times I had already come. But it didn't take her long
to correct the problem. In fact, just a minute or so of her stroking
my manhood and whispering lewd thoughts into my ear, and I was once
again ready for action.

"I want you to take me from behind," she said, rolling over away from
me.

This round was much more leisurely. We now knew we had all the time we
wanted, and we had certainly managed to take the edge off the intense
urgency we had felt earlier. So I slowly stroked in and out while
kissing the nape of her neck, and letting my hand that was draped over
her body alternate between her breast and her clit.

In fact, I was so relaxed I think I was about half asleep, fucking on
auto. Sally, on the other hand, was apparently still very much awake.
And when she started panting, and screeching, and pounding her ass
against me, it didn't take her long to get my full attention.

To tell you the truth, I'm not absolutely sure whether I came again,
or only dreamed later that I did, but I'm sure she did, and at that
point that was the main thing I cared about. When she calmed down we
both went to sleep, still curled up together with my hand on her tit.

Sunday morning arrived several hours before we woke up. Actually, what
woke me was the smell of bacon, and I realized I was starved. I pulled
on some clothes and staggered out to the kitchen.

Sure enough, there were Tom and my wife cooking up a storm. Yeah, I
meant that both ways. Ann was standing at the stove cooking eggs and
bacon, while Tom was standing close behind her with one hand up inside
her sweater and the other moving back and forth under her skirt,
between her legs. Her right hand was fully occupied with a spatula,
but with her left she had reached behind her and had it shoved down
inside the front of his pants, where she was moving it up and down.

I decided to back out and come in again a bit more noisily.

Once back in the hall I called out, "Hey, I smell bacon!"

This time, when I came around the corner, Tom was rummaging in the
silver drawer.

"Good morning, darling," Ann smiled sweetly at me, "I was wondering if
you were going to sleep all day."

I walked over to her and wrapped my arms around her waist to give her
a hug. She dropped the spatula, spun around to grab me by the neck,
and started kissing me. It was passionate enough that I felt my
overworked peter start to rise again.

"And here comes Sally," Tom called out. "Baby, I've never known you to
sleep this late!"

They hugged and kissed as enthusiastically as we did.

Then we all sat down to breakfast together. No one said a word about
the night's 'sleeping' arrangements. After breakfast the girls hugged,
then Sally turned to hug and kiss me, while Ann did the same with Tom.
A moment later we were out of the house heading to our car. It was
just like we always did, yet not at all the same. Because we all knew
that the next time we got together ...