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(F/M-teen, M/F-teen, oral, anal-play, cheat) *** Gliding quickly and quietly into the driveway the roadster came to a smooth stop and I shifted into first before shutting off the motor and popping open the door. I called her "the little red rooster" - the car, I mean, as my wife's a redhead and I don't want any confusion. The car is painted in a ruby shade that is much redder than the more orange tones of Katrina's long tresses. I clicked the door shut and got out of my coat. I wanted nothing else to do with business today. Slinging the jacket over my shoulder I walked across the lush grass of the front lawn and hopped over the short shrubs bordering the concrete walkway leading to the steps. The grass was too lush; wasn't Keith supposed to mow this morning? There was the lawn mower by the Thorsen's garage next door, so Keith must not yet have mustered sufficient motivation to chew up some greenery. The walkway was a waste; I never used it. I tried the front door before inserting the key, and to my surprise I could go right in. I was accustomed to using the key since Trina was obsessed with the horrible suburban crime stories from tabloid TV. I shut the door and tossed my jacket over the back of the sofa. I loosened my tie and thought how wonderful it was to leave so early on a summer's day. The AC blew a nice breeze from the vents. It was chilly as it moved over my wet, clinging white shirt. I wanted to make all the money I could when I was Keith's age. How much more convenient could it be to cut your next door neighbor's yard? Maybe I'd bring it up to Tom the next time I saw him, but he wasn't in town much. Cynthia had her hands full with Keith's twin sister Laurie (I guess they must've really liked "The Partridge Family"). Laurie had shit for taste in selecting friends since they inevitably got her into trouble. She was a beautiful girl, and I caught myself staring at the Thorsen's backyard pool more than once. Unfortunately my wife Katrina had caught me a few times too. I wonder if Katrina ever secretly... I had been making my way to the kitchen when I heard the cry from upstairs. I knew as I mounted the stairs that Trina was fucking someone who, even in a quantum- holographic universe, wasn't me. They hadn't even bothered to shut the door to the guest bedroom directly to the right at the top of the stairs. I jumped up the stairs and stopped at the open door. Both were naked and the terry cloth robe heaped on the floor indicated that Katrina had come from the shower. The bangs above her closed hazel eyes were dry; I supposed she had blown her hair dry before answering the door (at least I guess that was the sequence of events). She was gripping two posts of the slotted headboard and the tone of her biceps demonstrated the efficacy of her gym workouts. My first impulse was to use my workout results to start hammering away at the body between my wife's legs, but I hesitated as I watched this figure whose face was buried in Trina's auburn muff. From the shoulder length blond hair down the muscled back to the surprisingly smooth ass the body had an amazing similarity to a form I had observed very closely. Even the legs were shapely despite a fine fuzz. The combination of anger and fascination made a heady mix, and as Katrina's breasts were squeezed and her proportionately small nipples were caressed and tweaked my cock began stiffening. Trina had seen me by now, but years of experience gave her the insight to keep silent except for her sighs of pleasure. She flexed her lightly tanned legs and ground her pelvis against the tongue and lips that lapped at her clit, all the while looking at me with hooded eyes. At last her lover raised up to rest a moment. Keith was dumbfounded. He managed a stammering "Mister.." just before I grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him off my wife so that he was in a kneeling position on the bed. His thin, rigid cock stuck straight out. "How does my wife taste?" I grunted directly into his left ear. His lips were wet. I brought his mouth to mine before he could answer and kissed him hard. I opened my mouth to surround his and licked at his lips with my tongue to savor the flavor of Trina. As I did this I slipped my hand down his sweaty slick chest and abdomen until I had my fingers around his cock. Then I began to pump him and sucked at Keith to draw his tongue into my mouth. Momentarily he gasped and tensed until my manipulation and caressing of the sensitive skin of his prick seduced him into yielding his tongue to my kiss. I released his mouth so that we could both breathe. Katrina's arousal at this occurrence was intense. Her eyes blazed. I offered the cock I was stroking and Trina stretched out prone to accept it. I guided it into her mouth and Keith groaned; his mouth gaped open in an oval as she sucked him. I wondered if Laurie's nipples resembled Keith's. The curls touching Katrina's back were damp again from her perspiration. I let go of Keith and began undressing. "C'mon," Trina said. She had moistened Keith's shaft and rolled back to lie on the pillow. Keith glanced over where I stood naked and hard. Trina enfolded him in her legs and took him. He moved reluctantly at first, but soon was rhythmically pumping up and down. Trina had just taken my cock in her hand when a loud knocking came from the front door. Keith was jolted again. I opened a drawer to the dresser and pulled on a pair of gym shorts as Katrina cooed at her jumpy young lover; I didn't worry about his recovery as I went downstairs. I did worry about my erection as I positioned myself so that the spacious shorts wouldn't give me away. I wasn't eager to answer the door so I filled a glass with ice and poured in some mountain spring water. No luck. The knocking returned - and more insistent too. Laurie stood outside. Her arms were crossed impatiently and her newest troubled friend Aurora stared away at something down the street. "Is Keith here?" Laurie demanded. "Mom wants to know why he hasn't started cutting your yard yet." Aurora had become less distracted and observed disinterestedly. Both were eyeing me, however, because of my lack of clothing. "My wife's got Keith doing some work in the house instead of the yard today. Can I give him a message?" Man that was lame. Aurora snickered. She was buxom and made sure to wear a t-shirt a size too small, but if I were a fashion consultant I would have advised against both the shirt and the stretch shorts that emphasized her large thighs and buttocks. Laurie looked great in her sleeveless blouse and wide leg jeans. The sandals were a nice touch. "I need to talk to him. Okay if we come in?" The pair pushed past me and I knew I'd better be creative. The flipping from anger to arousal to anxiety was disconcerting, and I really wanted to be upstairs. I shut the door and took a big drink of water. Aurora flopped down in an armchair and slung her leg over the arm. How attractive. Laurie was snooping around the lower floor. "Well, where is he, John?" Laurie wasted no time in getting familiar and to the point. "He's finished and he just left." Saved. Katrina emerged from the hall in her robe. "I think you ought to remember your manners." "Sorry Ka-, Mrs. Peters." Laurie seemed disappointed that she hadn't stumbled onto some wrongdoing. "You gotta bathroom?" At this point I guess Aurora felt the conversation needed a lift. "John, show Laurie's friend where the master bath is. The commode downstairs isn't working." What was Trina up to? That was bullshit. I led Aurora upstairs, and as I looked back past Aurora's bounding breasts I saw Trina light into Laurie. We passed the guest bedroom, and for a moment I got worried when Laurie's purple-haired friend paused and peered inside. She grinned at me. "Did we bust in on something?" she insinuated. I chuckled. "The bathroom's in here," I said as we stepped into the master bedroom. Aurora was very impressed. "Wow! This is beautiful!" She took in the entire room and felt the bed. Then she sat her copious bottom on it and let herself flop backwards. My turn for wow - her breasts were sizable lying down too. I flipped on the light in the bath. Aurora lifted her head. "Oh yeah," she remembered. She came over to the doorway. "You're a fine looking man Mr... Peters." Aurora was acting out Mae West (though I doubt she realized); she stared at my crotch and stuck a finger into the corner of her mouth as she spoke. "Thanks." I began to back out into the bedroom. Aurora moved to the toilet and pulled down her shorts and panties before I could get out of sight. Her dark brown hair had been trimmed to cover only the area above her slit. "You don't have to go," she said as she sat. I re- entered and she beckoned me closer. As she started to go (because she had to) she began to rub me through my gym shorts. "Whatta nice... big... bathtub you got in here," she said as she ran her hand up and down the length of my shaft. "Thanks, but I don't think this is a good time for a soak," I replied. I fought the impulse to yank down my shorts and hope for a blowjob; well, I fought the yanking part of the impulse. Aurora finished her pee as I pondered. "Kewl! Soap in a bottle instead of a bar. Expensive too." "Uh huh." "Could I use some?" "Say what?" "Get a washcloth, run a little warm water, and use a squirt to clean up," she asked as the head of my cock began to peek above the elastic waistband. Her hand motions had begun lowering the shorts. "Okay," I agreed and wet a washcloth. I had to disengage from the hand job to accomplish this, but I did as requested and applied a dollop of amazing liquid soap to the plush fabric. I proffered the cloth and had my hand pulled between her thighs. "That feels great," Aurora sighed and stretched out "great" for emphasis. I hit the flush lever with my left hand as I worked up a lather with the right. Our mouths met and she reached into my shorts. I had to fight off the urge to come when she began a circular rub with her thumb placed just below the head. I followed the cleft and glided the washcloth between the cheeks of Aurora's ass. "I'm getting my bath after all," she whispered. "Now rinse me off." My heart rate and respiration were hitting the stratosphere. I ran the water and washed the soap out of the cloth, then I used the drenched fabric to cleanse her of soap. I turned to get a towel. I heard Laurie's friend get up from the loo and by the time I turned back she had peeled off her shorts and panties and straddled the toilet. Her ass jutted out and she smiled over her shoulder at me. "Aurora, I'm a bastard," I began drying her with the towel. "When I saw you with Laurie..." "You thought I was a low life with a big ass in tight shorts." "I wouldn't..." "I'm not stupid, Mr. Peters. Laurie and I thought your wife was fucking Keith, but you were here when we came over. So cut the bullshit and kiss my ass since you've been staring at it." I did as I was told until I heard the unmistakable sound of Trina's throat clearing. "Laurie's waiting for you next door," my wife told Aurora. She pulled on her clothes and passed Katrina silently on the way out. I was left kneeling in bulging gym shorts. "Broadening your outlook?" Trina asked rhetorically. "I could ask you the same, but I reckon we both know the answer." "I was wrong about one thing." "What's that?" I asked. "I was sure you'd be sucking her tits, not her ass." *** The next morning Trina and I were drinking coffee and reading the paper as usual. "What's the phase this weekend?" Trina inquired. "Crescent, just a few days old, in Gemini. You want to go gazing?" "Cynthia mentioned the other day that they'd like to go with us." "Laurie and Keith?" I faked an innocent mien. Trina lowered the paper and showed me that naughty grin. "I think not. And no full moon comments either." "Do you think Laurie's nipples look a lot like Keith's?" After I asked this one Katrina snapped the paper up and hid her face. I sipped some coffee and checked the markets. "They don't," she said under her breath. I paused and laughed then fell silent. Sometimes it takes a bit for things to dawn on you. END * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. 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