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