“Busy Fingers” by Otazel – FF

Holding herself.

Hayley and I first met when she and Mike moved in next door with their children almost nine years before. Paul figured it would be polite to invite our new neighbours around for ‘get to know you’ drinks, and firm friendships were forged between us all on that very night. Mike and Paul found they shared the same slightly dry and ironic sense of humour, an obsessive love of all things automotive, and the same desire to sit on wet river banks and try to drown worms, and so they became buddies on the spot, while of course Hayley and I shared the same affectionate tolerance of our spouses’ habits.

As for the kids, well both Hayley’s twin boys and my own son, Andrew, soon seemed to take it for granted that they had two mums and that both houses could be called home. It was difficult, if not at times impossible, to keep them apart long enough to eat, something that occasionally resulted in the crafty little horrors enjoying two dinners. Apart the usual tiffs, when kids swear that their former best friend is now their most hated enemy, their friendships were as solid as those of their parents and seemingly heading for being just as long lasting. They were always together and with only seven months between them they could almost be mistaken for triplets, except that Andrew’s hair was just one shade of blond lighter.

Because of the close bonds between our children, both juvenile and adult, it would have been impossible for Hayley and me not to be friends even if we had wanted it, which of course we didn’t. A couple of years older than me and naturally more assertive, Hayley became like a surrogate older sister to whom I could spill all my worries and heartaches and who would burden my shoulders likewise.

The strange thing is that, even though she is the pushier of the two, she is physically so much smaller than me. She has always reminded me of a little blonde pixie, just clearing five foot tall and with a willow wand figure and a cheeky face, she was like a real life Tinkerbelle with added glasses. She seems so delicate, far too delicate to have the iron determination and resolve that I’ve seen in her on occasion, and in fact have relied on more than once. She turned into my best friend, my buddy, and a very good one too.

Don’t get me wrong. I don’t mean that we lived in each others pockets or wandered in and out of each others homes without so much as a polite ‘anybody home?’ before entering, but we became very close even though we maintained our mutual privacy. That is, until one Sunday when she and I were left alone because the men-folk decided to get all fatherly now that the kids had all become officially teenagers, and take all three on their first fishing expedition. They would be gone all day and well into the evening and so it seemed natural that Hayley and I would also spend the day together.

When I called around I found the strains of Bill Haley’s ‘Rock around the clock’ blasting from the open window and it took several knocks and calls before I finally got her to answer. She looked different somehow, but I put that down to a new slim-fit white top and tight pale blue jeans. As usual I was in old grey jogging bottoms and a loose shirt. Not the most elegant attire, I’ll admit, but it fitted my laid back mood.

“Sorry Sue.” She apologised. “I’ve just come across some cd’s that Mike put together to play in an old car years ago. I bet we haven’t played these since the twins were little.”

“Now that I can believe.” I told her as Fats Domino began to sing of Blueberry Hill.

“We used to love rock and roll.” She grinned. “Music from our parent’s time, this is, but I still like it.”

“So do I.” I told her truthfully. “Seems to just fill you with sheer fun, doesn’t it.”

“Can you jive?” She asked suddenly.

“Well, yes, but not very well.” I looked at her tight stone washed jeans. “And you’d better be careful if you’re going to jive in those.

“I don’t know why not, they always used to. Let’s try anyway.” She jumped up and rolled up the rug before turning to me expectantly.

Her enthusiastic grin and extended hand were all it took to persuade me, and we spent the next forty minutes spinning and twirling to the sounds of Elvis, Little Richard, Chuck Berry and all the other greats of the late fifties, laughing like drains at our own antics and wondering if we would get ourselves committed if anyone saw us.

Eventually the cd ended, and the years started had to tell anyway, so two thirty-something teenagers collapsed giggling and panting side by side onto the supple brown leather of her sofa.

“Phew!” Gasped Hayley. “I’m thirsty after that, how about you?”

I nodded between breaths and she bounced lightly to her feet once again, leaving me wondering at her stamina as she bent over the player to change the disc on her way to the kitchen.

“The trouble with Mike is that he wasn’t all that good at labelling. There are a couple of discs here that don’t give even a hint of what’s on them.” She waved a pair of home recorded cds at me before slotting one of them into the player. “Never mind, let’s play them anyway, that way we’ll find out.”

As she straightened the unmistakable sounds of ‘Tiger Feet’ issued from the speakers.

“Yeah, that’ll do.” She headed for the kitchen, throwing a comment over her shoulder. “Must be the seventies cd that he thought he’d lost.”

Now, when Hayley had spoken of needing a drink I had images of a nice hot morning coffee, or maybe even tea, but she came back with two glasses in one hand and a bottle of white wine trapped under her arm, waving away my unspoken protest with a quick imperious flick of her other wrist.

“Yes, I know.” She put the bottle and glasses down and went to the cabinet in search of a corkscrew. “I know it’s still morning and we haven’t eaten yet, but regard this as the sort of liquid lunch that our hubbies have at work and you’ll see that it doesn’t matter then.”

I couldn’t argue with that, especially when a plate of pretzels appeared beside my wine, and so I shut up and drank up. By now Slade had replaced Mud and there was no way I could prevent my foot from tapping to their wild invitation to ‘Take me back home’. T-Rex followed Slade with ‘Get it on’ and Hayley refilled my glass.

“I used to think T-Rex had such a sexy sound.” She told me.

“Don’t you now?” I asked.

“Yyesss.” She said hesitantly. “Maybe I just don’t like to admit anymore.”

“Oh, I don’t mind.” I smiled. “I’ll readily confess that any music that throbs will have me doing the same in short order.”

Hayley laughed. “I’ve never heard it put like that before, but I know what you mean.”

Seventies classic followed seventies classic until disc and bottle were finished and Hayley got up to refresh both. Once again my protests went unheeded, but by then I wasn’t protesting too loudly anyway. The music was now pumping classic rock and the wine was generating a nice warm glow, and so what if I was getting very slightly squiffy, I didn’t have to drive anywhere. And in any case the conversation was getting sillier than it would normally have done and both of us were laughing more loudly by the minute.

Then Hayley started a seated version of head-banging in response to ZZ Top, and I suddenly realised what was different about her appearance. Her hair was shorter, more a pale straw mop top than anything else now.

“Have you had your hair trimmed?” I asked her in surprise.

“You mean you can see through these jeans?” She replied, giggling madly.

“Silly girl.” I tried to answer before dissolving into laughter, but the rest of the reply was punctuated by fits of giggling. “I meant the hair on your head, not that down below.”

When our laughter finally subsided and ZZ Top had given way appropriately to Queen’s ‘Don’t stop me now’, I just had to ask….

“But do you trim your pussy hair?”

“No, do you?”

I had to admit that I did, because for a blonde I have quite a luxuriant growth when it’s left to its own devices and I quite like wearing bikinis when I can.

“Well, yes.” I frowned a little at having to divulge such personal information. “If I didn’t it would show around my bikini, doesn’t yours?”


The exceedingly innocent look that accompanied her too brief answer made me suspicious.

“Okay, I’ll buy it. Why not?”

“I don’t have to trim it, because I shave it.”

Now that was an answer I didn’t expect. I thought only porn stars and models did that.

“Really! Why?”

“Well for one thing I think it’s more hygienic, you don’t get so sweaty and yucky in summer, and for another thing….”

She paused briefly, her face colouring slightly before she went on.

“And it’s so much nicer when Mike touches me, especially when he goes down on me.”

“I bet that second reason is the real one.” I told her laughingly, wondering silently what it would be like.

“I refuse to answer that question on the grounds that I might incriminate myself.”

We both fell apart giggling, me harder than Hayley because I could see her red face.

“Now don’t be shy.” I waved an admonishing finger at her, trying to pretend I was serious. “If you like oral sex, just say so. You don’t have to hide your little foibles from me.”

“I do, I do!” She laughed. “I just love a tongue in my trough.”

“Me too.” I told her. “Makes me cum like an express train.”

It must have been the wine combined with the music, but I was feeling much more candid than I should have been.

“How do you like it done? Do you like your clit sucked, or a tongue inside you?”

“Either or both. Having my pussy licked gets me going however it’s done.”

“Can he make you cum, or is it just a lead up to a good fuck?”

“Such language Sue!” She replied on mock horror. “The answer is both again, and will you kindly stop talking about it; I’m feeling bloody horny as it is without you making it worse.”

It was the wine and the music! Hayley went to fetch more wine while Boston told us it was ‘More than a feeling’, much to our mutual amusement. When she returned she opened the bottle, refilled our glasses and sat herself down beside me again.

“Now you tell me what you like. It’s only fair.”

“The same as you.” I admitted candidly. “When Paul puts his tongue in me, or when he licks my clit, he can very easily have me climbing the wall.”

“Must make sex difficult with you halfway up the wall!” She chuckled.

Obviously the conversation was not going to get serious, even though the subject was getting more and more personal. I didn’t mind, the mirth took the edge of any embarrassment as, for the very first time since we’d met, we openly discussed our sex lives.

“Haven’t you tried it?” I asked in mock surprise. “It’s brilliant so long as you hang on tight to the picture rail.”

“Humph! The next time you try it let me know and I’ll come around and watch.”

“Ooh! Kinky!”

“What else do you like?”

“Do you want to know my darkest secret?” I asked her, filled with a sudden urge to admit to anything.

“Go on then. You tell me yours and I’ll tell you mine.”

“I love having my bottom smacked.”

“Really!” She sounded intrigued though clearly surprised, but I didn’t care.

“Really. Sometimes when we’re messing about Paul will put me over his knee and spank me, and that gets me so damn randy I’ll let him do anything he wants.”

Even thinking about the delicious pain that came from a good spanking was getting to me, and I could feel my pussy beginning to respond.

“Mike wouldn’t do that to me.” She shrugged. “There’s something else I’d like to try that he won’t do either.

“What’s that?” For some reason it seemed that she needed me to ask.

“You know we were talking about when he goes down on me?”

I nodded encouragement.

“Well, sometimes he likes to finger me while he sucks my clit because he knows it really get me going, and the best thing he’s ever done was one day when he put two fingers up me and then accidentally shoved another one into my bottom. He let it stay there while he licked my clit, and it made me cum really, really hard.”

That did surprise me, but there must have been more to it and so I waited for her to continue.

“But what I’d really like is for him to do it in my bottom, you know what I mean?”

I thought I did, but I couldn’t actually believe she meant it.

“You mean…?” I let the question hang.

“Yes, I’d just love it if he would put his cock in and fuck my bottom properly.”

She shuddered as she told me and I saw her subconsciously run her hand hard across the crotch of her jeans in answer to the sensations in her pussy. Talking like this was getting to Hayley just as much as it was me. We sat in silence for a minute or so.

“Have you ever done it?” She asked me.

“No, But I think I might like to try it sometime.” Actually, that was only a half truth because anal sex wasn’t high on my sexual wish list, even though the idea had crossed my mind once or twice.

“If you do, tell me what it’s like, because Mike just won’t even try it once.”

“I promise.” I told her, wondering if I ever would.

“Sometimes I fantasize about it when I masturbate.” She confessed unexpectedly, once again running the flat of her hand across her denim covered pubes.

“I’m not sure what I think about when I’m doing that.” I told her truthfully. “I usually just get carried away with what I’m doing.”

“That tends only to happen to me when I use my vibe.” Hayley gazed off into the distance.

Her breathing was becoming noticeably heavier from an obviously growing arousal and one hand was now resting provocatively between her legs, just gently cupping herself, the other lying loosely on her thigh. I watched with interest, especially because I too was getting hot under the collar.

“How do you do it?” She asked me suddenly.

“How do I do what?” I asked unnecessarily, knowing exactly what she meant and feeling embarrassingly willing to explain.

“How do you bring yourself off? I mean do you use a vibe, or your fingers, or what?”

I considered what to say, mainly because I don’t have a vibe, or even a preferred technique, it’s just whatever I feel like doing at the time, although lying with my legs apart and two fingers massaging my clit is by far my most common method. Hayley interpreted my pause as reluctance.

“I mean, I love to play with my clit, but sometimes, when I’m nearly there I like to cram a couple of fingers right up inside myself.”

She stopped talking, but her fingers were clutching firmly at herself through the material of her jeans actually, and I couldn’t help but watch.

“God, but Mike’s in for a session when he gets home.” She exclaimed. “I feel so bloody horny I can hardly wait.”

Her hand had now begun actually massaging her pussy through her clothing.

“Sometimes.” She returned to the subject of masturbation, her voice sounding tighter from her arousal. “Sometimes I like to roll on my side and push a finger inside my pussy from behind, and then reach between my legs with my other hand and put another finger up from the front. Does that sound too weird?”

“No, it sounds like fun actually.”

I’d never tried it, and I’m not sure I have the required suppleness, but I can see how it would work.

“If you do it, pull your hole open with the two fingers when you cum and you’ll keep cumming for ages.”

“I’m not sure I could reach.” I told her, the idea triggering all sorts of beautiful feelings inside me.

“Try it.” She was rubbing her crotch quite unashamedly now, playing with herself through her clothes and staring into the far distance.

We sat there in silence for a while as I watched Hayley stimulate herself, rubbing and massaging her pussy and occasionally licking her lips, her breathing now clearly audible. I didn’t know what had triggered all this with her, but she was turning me on something awful, and Paul was also going to be in luck tonight. I could feel my own lower lips opening and dampening the insides of my cotton briefs.

I thought at first that she would play for a minute or two and then sort of realise what she was doing and stop, looking embarrassed and guilty, but as the seconds ticked away I came to the conclusion that things had taken over and that she was caught up in her own need.

That was an awkward moment. I didn’t know if I should say something, if only to remind her that someone was there, or to just let her get on with it and see what happened. I watched her actions with a flutter of envy in my chest, but then I noticed that my own hand was cupping my breast over my shirt, and then I just kind of let things ride. Anyway, it felt so damn sexy to touch my own breast while someone else was present, even if it was over my clothes.

As I watched Hayley closed her eyes and leaned her head back on the sofa, letting her feelings take over entirely and ignoring me completely as she squeezed and massaged herself. I wondered how far she would go, and if she just might bring herself off that way. The idea that my friend just might make herself cum while I was there gave me a mini adrenalin rush, making my heart beat faster and my mouth go dry. My other hand wandered down between my legs.

It happens that I’m left handed, and because I was sitting to Hayley’s left I was able to stroke myself without the movements attracting her attention, and I sat beside her surreptitiously doing exactly what she was doing so much more overtly. While ever she had her eyes closed I thought I could play with myself without embarrassment, though I suppose it that was really me justifying my actions to myself. I would, I told myself, stop the second her eyes popped open.

God, but it felt so damn good. My jogging bottoms are thin and soft and it was almost like feeling my naked flesh as I sat there. I could feel that my pussy was swollen and gaping and I just knew that I was sopping wet. It was so exciting, so daring, and so sexy to have one hand on my breast and the other between my legs and not be caring that I had company. Soon I was carried away just as much as Hayley.

“Oh Sue.”

Hayley’s voice sounded almost guilty, and as my eyes swivelled around to look at her I saw a slightly apologetic look on her face as she watched my hand playing between my legs. My fingers stopped abruptly and I gazed at her in shocked embarrassment, but then a little smile fitted across her features and I noticed that she hadn’t even paused in her play.

“Don’t stop Sue.” She pleaded quietly. “Then I won’t have to.”

I nodded and we both knew that we would keep going to the end.

I looked over at her wondering what was going to happen next, but then, still looking straight at me she unbuttoned her jeans and pulled the zip down. I wanted to look down at her but she had me pinned in eye contact and I just stared straight back into her face as, out of the corner of my eye, I saw her hand find its way inside the pale blue panties revealed in the vee of her open zip. She hadn’t pulled her jeans down at all, she just burrowed her way inside until a little gasp and a tremor in her face told me that she had found her pussy. I felt adrenalin surge through me once more as she leaned back again, closed her eyes and started to play.

There was no mistake now; Hayley was masturbating, her fingers moving inside her clothes with the express intention of giving herself pleasure, and if she was doing it there was very little reason why I shouldn’t give way to my own urges and follow, if only I could get up the courage.

I wasn’t feeling quite as uninhibited as Hayley, not at that moment anyway, and I’m not sure if I could have coped with having to do something as blatant as unfastening jeans and pulling a zip down, but I was able to slide my hand discreetly under the waistband of my joggers without having to do anything that could possibly be interpreted as undressing. I know that might sound silly and pathetic, but with my heart racing at my own boldness already, it probably made the difference between me following suit and backing away from the whole scene.

My hand found its way first under my waistband, paused a moment while I gathered my nerve, and then wormed its way inside of my briefs, the sensation of my pubic hair on my fingertips feeling suddenly so much more intense. I paused again with my fingers resting in my fuzz as I looked carefully at Hayley, wondering if she realised what I was doing. Her eyes seemed to be still closed, though it was difficult to know for sure through a window reflected in her glasses, but her mouth was slightly open and she showed no sign of feeling anything outside of the sensations she was generating in her pussy. I pushed my hand deeper into my briefs, letting out a tiny involuntary gasp as I finally found my target. I shot another anxious glance at Hayley before letting my fingertips begin to play earnestly with my clit.

It was confusing and exiting, part of me not caring about trying to make myself cum in Hayley’s presence while another part of me was already squirming with shame and embarrassment at what I was doing. Looking closely for any sign that Hayley might open her eyes I began my customary circular movements on my button, rubbing softly around and around my hood to tempt my clit out from under its cover.

Hayley moved her free hand from her leg, the sudden movement making me jump nervously, but she was only doing it to touch her breast, just as I was already doing. But while I was simply holding my boob cupped in my palm, Hayley immediately began kneading and massaging hers, clutching it tightly in her fist before pressing the flat of her hand against it as if to make her pert little breast smaller still.

Once again I followed suit, pressing my hand harder onto my own breast, squeezing and manipulating it, feeling my nipple hard and erect beneath my clothes. I wanted to do more and, still looking carefully sideways at Hayley, I slid first one finger and then two under the fabric of my shirt and into my bra. My flesh felt hot and eager to be touched, and I pushed my fingers further in, finding and rubbing my bullet of a nipple. The sensations were fantastic, both mentally and physically, and I slipped my entire hand inside my bra to enhance the feeling. Now the fingers of both hands were busy, rubbing and stroking the different parts of me simultaneously, and my breathing began to deepen as arousal took over.

Again Haley’s hand moved, and once again I flinched, this time guiltily pulling my hands from both between my legs and from my bra, but once again it was a false alarm. Her eyes remained closed and she ignored my presence, seeking to work her hand under her own top and to fondle her breast.

But her top was much tighter than my shirt and she had to push it up in order to get beneath it, bunching the cloth into a band under her bra. That didn’t make things any easier and, after struggling for a few moments to wriggle her hand under the constricting material, she finally gave up and pulled it back down.

I felt a twinge of disappointment at her apparent admission of defeat, and this was turned into one of momentary alarm when she also withdrew her hand from her jeans. My own hands were now folded innocently over my stomach because I didn’t have the nerve to continue alone, but I was so damn randy and I really didn’t want things to end. My mind was caught between trying to figure how to make her continue and how to get up the nerve to do it myself if she didn’t.

But once more I needn’t have worried. Still keeping her eyes firmly closed, as if being unable to see her companion allowed her to pretend she was alone, she removed her glasses and placed them carefully but blindly on the table beside her, her fingers cautiously walking the gap between sofa and table, then she crossed her arms and grasped the hem of her top, pulling it up and over her head in one smooth movement and the discarding the unwanted garment on the floor beside her. I watched in delighted amazement as she then leaned forward to unhook her bra, letting that also fall onto the floor.

She opened her eyes for just a moment to look across at me and flash me a shy little smile before closing them and resting back on the sofa once again to leave me staring at her naked torso with surprise and pleasure. Yes, we’d been friends for a long time and yes, I’d seen her topless before, but that was on a beach and in an entirely innocent context. This time the context was sexual and the fact that she was able to be that free in my presence made me feel good inside. Don’t get me wrong, I’m straight so I didn’t fancy her, but it was still exciting and daringly intimate in a strange but nice sort of way.

I was seeing my friend in a new light, looking at her from a completely new point of view, and I was immediately struck by her tan, almost as if I’d never noticed it before. It wasn’t a heavy browning, but a kind of vibrant golden tone that beautifully set off her blonde locks and the white mark of her bikini outlined breasts. Her nipples were small with a well defined dusky pink aureole and suited her build exactly. She was beautiful by any standard, and I suddenly saw in her a very sexually alluring woman.

She thrust her right hand back inside her jeans, raising her bottom briefly to get herself some room, working her fingers under her panties and sighing quietly as she found her pussy once more. Her other hand had now found her naked breast and was rolling the nipple between her fingers, squeezing and tugging it slightly to turn her breast into a lovely little pink capped peak.

I watched unashamedly, relieved to be pushing my own hand back under my waistband and into my briefs, searching for my wet and puffy cleft again and the pleasure I knew it would give me. My two fingers found my button and I began rubbing it gently, unconsciously matching my movements with those of my companion.

For a few minutes we sat side by side, silent apart from occasional little gasps of pleasure and excitement, and played with ourselves. Hayley sat with her head back and her eyes shut, making the leather of the sofa creak by wriggling occasionally against the constraints of her jeans, while I sat gazing at what we were both doing and taking defiant enjoyment from our sudden lack of inhibitions. Then, opening her eyes and looking directly at me for just a second, Hayley took her hand from inside her panties, gave a slightly embarrassed shrug, hooked her thumbs into her jeans and pushed them down before raising her legs into the air and pulling them off completely.

I thought for one delicious moment that she was about to strip off completely, because when she straightened from discarding her jeans she hooked her fingers into her panties as if that last wisp of a garment was about to join the rest. But instead she hesitated and then, as if courage had suddenly deserted her, simply adjusted them, seating them more snugly around her pussy. Even so, dressed in just tiny blue panties that were hardly more than a thong, she was all but naked and very, very beautiful.

One hand now lay over those panties, cupping her pussy, letting her fingers mould and fondle her flesh, while the other went back to doing likewise to her naked breast. Her legs were spread wide now, as far open as she could get them while seated next to me and so wide that her knee was bumping softly and regularly against mine as her hand created movement. I deliberately opened my own legs that little bit wider, just to ensure that the tiny erotic contact continued, strangely hoping that Hayley could feel it too.

It was difficult to reach right down inside my undies to find my entrance, so I settled for playing with my clit, a little bud that was now peering hard and aroused from under its hood, skittering my fingertips over it as lightly as my panties would allow, pushing them away with the back of my hand as I played. I could feel just that vague warmth building within my pelvis, a beautiful little fire that I wanted to stoke into the fierce blaze that could soon consume my body. I wasn’t sure how Hayley would react, or even how I would feel, if I climaxed beside her, but I knew it just might happen.

Hayley’s breathing was deepening, happily revealing that she too was feeling the effects of arousal as she rubbed hard along the length her pussy, pushing her fingers and her panties a little way inside herself and tightening the flimsy blue material until it outlined her labia. I couldn’t help myself, I leaned forward to watch, nearly trapping my own hand between my legs but feeling a tingle of excitement at the sight of Hayley’s busy fingers.

I leaned back, the image of her outlined pussy clear in my mind, and opened my legs once more, battling with the restrictive waistband as I felt for my pussy once. It was so difficult to masturbate effectively under layers of clothing and I wondered if I had the courage to do as Hayley had done and strip down to just my own underwear, though even that had it’s limitations. Then I wondered if Hayley had intended to take everything off, but had been put off by my still being dressed. I gathered my nerve and determined to do something about it.

It took me a few moments and several deep breaths, but then I began to undo the buttons of my shirt, still stupidly trying hard not to let Hayley know what I was doing. Why I felt the need to do that I’ll never know, after all, she was bound to notice the minute she opened her eyes. I could hardly hide the fact that I’d taken most of my clothes off, could I?

Besides, I had already admitted to myself that I was doing it as much to persuade her to take that last piece of clothing off as I was for my own benefit. But then, I also don’t know why I so wanted to see her naked, because girls don’t turn me on. The only thing I can think of is that it was the childlike thrill of being naughty, of doing something that we shouldn’t be.

With my buttons finally unfastened I took a sideways look at Hayley and leaned forward to slide it from my shoulders and pull it loose. Another quick look to make sure she had her eyes still closed and I reached around to unclip my bra. By now my heart was pounding so much I was sure she’d feel the movement through her seat, but I managed to do it and my bra joined my shirt in a heap beside the sofa. I felt so daring, so bold and yet so vulnerable. I was determined to go further, but it took me all my bravado to stop myself from covering my breasts with my hands and just sitting there frozen.

Hayley sprawled beside me, her head resting on the back of her seat, her eyes closed but her lips slightly parted, sitting with her legs spread as wide as she could and with her fingers still kneading her pussy through the thin material of her panties. I looked at her hard, making sure that she was still unaware of my actions, and at the same time plucking up the courage to lose my joggers. She looked beautiful, so serene and so sexy, giving tiny gasps of pleasure as her fingers massaged her vulva. I retook the decision; I was going to do the same.

One last look and one last deep breath. I hooked my fingers into my waist, lifted my bottom and pushed, intent on getting my joggers out from under my behind in one go, so that I could remove them completely. But the gremlins struck and as I pushed I felt the fingers of one hand snag in the top of my panties, dragging them down at that side, and doing it too quickly for me to react. I sat down in a panic, the jogging bottoms gathered at mid thigh but with a crumple of red and green stripes bridging them to my hip where just one half of my briefs had tried to follow. I prayed that Hayley wouldn’t look.

She sat with glamorous blue silk covering her shaven pussy, relaxed and tranquil, while I crouched beside her, my eyes wide with alarm, and with my sensible striped underwear pulled down to reveal a good portion of my pubic fuzz to whoever wished to look. The contrast could not have been greater.

For a few seconds I froze, heart pounding and mind racing, wondering how best to quietly get out of the mess I was in. I wasn’t sure which way to go, but there was really only one practical answer and, bizarrely, as soon as I recognised the fact I knew it was the solution that I wanted anyway. I lifted one hip slightly and then raised my legs to slide both joggers and briefs down together, pulling them from my feet before lowering them, throwing my clothes to the side and to allowing myself to rest back, totally naked and panting with fearful excitement.

I cupped my breast in my hand, squeezing hard and sending a shiver of enjoyment down my spine, resting my other hand flat on my stomach, wanting to touch myself again, but not yet able to take that last step. My mind raced, proud of my boldness but scared of what was happening, and my heart hammered with pure exhilaration, but most of all my pussy throbbed with need, wanting to be touched, to be rubbed, massaged, or pretty much anything that would make my embryonic orgasm a reality.

Beside me Hayley moved and my head shot around to find her eyes open and gazing at my body, a delighted smile on her face. She immediately hooked her fingers into her waistband and eased her panties down, lifting first one leg and then the other to remove them, not caring that in doing so she revealed the pale shaven lips of her pussy and the deeper pink of her slit. She was so at ease with herself that I no longer worried about her looking at me, we were just two women being naked in each other’s company.

“Thank you.” She told me as she tossed that last remaining garment away. “I wanted to, but I just didn’t have the bottle to do it first.”

“I didn’t think that I had either.” I told her, more truthfully than she realised.

“Can we both go all the way?” She asked unexpectedly, catching me completely wrong footed.

I stared at her, confused and anxious, half wondering if she meant what I dreaded she might.

“No!” She said loudly, suddenly comprehending. “I didn’t mean that. I mean do you think we can make ourselves cum while we’re together.”

I giggled at my own mistake, happy and reassured that she wasn’t a closet bi after all, and now wanting without doubt to do just as she had suggested.

“I thought that’s what we were going to do anyway.” I told her.

“Me too, but I was just checking.”

We smiled at each other. Nothing mattered now. We had explicitly admitted to each other what we wanted to do and so both guilt and embarrassment promptly disappeared.

“Shall we?” I asked, still not quite confidant enough to take the lead.


Hayley settled herself in her seat, opened her legs once more and, with me looking freely at the visible top part of her smoothly shaven slit, she ran the flat of her hand down her body until her fingers disappeared over the edge of her pubic bone. I could only see the top of her labia and her rhythmically moving knuckles, but I knew she was rubbing her clit and I finally got the nerve to follow suit.

There was no holding back anymore, we both watched each other play, our gaze roaming openly up and down each others bodies. Sometimes we would make eye contact and we would give each other a little smile of pleasure and encouragement, but mostly we watched what we were each doing, the visual stimulus adding to the sensations generated by our fingers.

Both she and I were had our other hands over our breasts, reaching across our chest to the furthest one; Hayley playing mainly with her nipple, tugging and rolling it as she had before, while I massaged the whole full globe, gripping the soft flesh between my palm and my fingers, squeezing and manipulating it, feeling the lovely sensations add to those in my pelvis.

We sat like mirror images, one hand below and the opposite one on our boobs, silent except for tiny noises of enjoyment and still but for the motions caused by our fingers and the tiny all over tremors those fingers generated. We were both absorbed in what we were doing and excited by not doing it alone for once.

I began to get hot — God did I begin to get hot. The sensation of my fingers rubbing increasingly hard and fast at my clit and the gorgeous hurt that my hand was causing in my boob as I twisted and pulled at it, were getting me higher and higher, even without seeing Hayley twitching and moaning beside me. I’d never had an experience like it. I knew I wasn’t going to cum very quickly, maybe I was still a bit too shy for that, but it had all the makings of an earth-shaker when it did arrive.

We sat there, our legs sprawling half open, knees touching and preventing us from spreading them fully wide but at the same time providing the sensation of a special contact, of an almost innocent intimacy as we brought ourselves closer to cumming. But it wasn’t quite enough. Both of us wanted better access, more freedom for our flying fingers and we were pushing against each others knees in an instinctive need to open wider.

I’m not sure how, maybe I lifted my leg slightly, maybe Hayley wriggled hers below mine, but suddenly her thigh had burrowed under mine, stretching wide apart and letting me open mine also. For a moment it was uncomfortable and I wondered if my weight was hurting Hayley, but then my heel found purchase on the leather between Hayley’s legs and I planted my foot there, lifting the weight of my thigh from her but letting it fall further open to rest against hers higher up. I looked at my foot, resting so close to Hayley’s pussy, and glanced up at her face, seeking reassurance that it was alright to be there. She caught my glance and smiled, giving just a barely discernable nod of assent as we settled into our new and closer position.

Instinctively we shuffled slightly nearer still until our bodies came into contact, our hips just touching lightly and my upper arm moving against hers as we played with our boobs. The contact was wonderful than before, making our masturbation a kind of joint venture instead of just something we each were doing separately but in each others sight. I felt a thrill of intimacy from the contact, a daring naughtiness that made me even hotter.

Soon Hayley’s breathing got short and harsh, little gasping breaths as her orgasm came closer. She closed her eyes, squeezing them tight, grimacing and licking her lips as I watched. Her fingers were flying over her clit, rubbing frantically as the sensations became stronger, her body moving jerkily of its own accord, the movements turning me on even more as I watched her get ready to cum.

Then she leaned forward a little to reach further, her fingers thrusting deep into her, the little wet noises easily audible as they moved so rapidly in and out. She let go of her breast, reaching out automatically and grabbing at my leg as it draped over hers, strong fingers biting high into my thigh two thirds of the way from knee to crotch. I watched with amazement mixed with both alarm and thrill, feeling her hand on my skin only inches from my own naked pussy.

I could feel the beginnings of my orgasm, the warm spot inside me just beginning to expand getting ready to burst and erupt into climax. It would be lovely if I could come with my friend’s hand still resting on my thigh, and even better if we could both cum together. I rubbed harder at my clit, gripping it between my two fingers as they rubbed up and down, trying to make myself cum, looking across at Hayley’s face at the same time.

She was obviously nearly there, her eyes were screwed up tighter than ever and she was biting at first her lower lip and then her upper, her mouth opening and closing to vent the little gasps of pleasure that she was now continuously making.

I let go of my breast, placing my hand over hers as she continued to grip tightly onto my leg in an instinctive effort to maintain the contact. I didn’t want her to touch me, that wasn’t my thing, but I was getting such a kick from having her fingers so close to my pussy that I wanted to be sure in continued. I even slid my hand sideways from over hers to bridge the gap between her fingers and the closest of my pubic hair, making a kind of proxy contact and feeling wickedly pleased at the sensation.

We were both in a race to the finish, Hayley ramming her fingers hard and deep into herself while I rubbed frenziedly at my clit, and both of us now gasping and whimpering with pleasure. We were so nearly there.

It was Hayley who came first, jerking forward suddenly and letting out a long groaning cry as she pushed her fingers right up inside her, slamming them repeatedly into her pussy, her cupped hand pistoning back and forth to reveal then hide her fingers as I looked down over her pubes. Even her palm was glistening wet with her juices and the noise of wet hand smacking against wet pussy sounded beautifully sexy. Her eyes now shot open as she came and stared out into the distance, the glaze of sexual release preventing her from focusing her sight on anything specific. She jerked and shuddered, crying out loudly, unrestrainedly, as waves of pleasure ran through her, the cries tapering of to little whimpering moans as her orgasm ran its course and slowly subsided.

Eventually she let out a long moaning sigh and her grip on my leg relaxed to signal the end of her climax. She looked over at me and smiled languidly. I’m not sure, but I think it was that slow, sexy, dreamily happy smile that did it for me and my own abruptly orgasm erupted inside me.

It was, as I had expected, a massive orgasm, my whole body seemed to be flooded with sensations as surge after surge of white hot pleasure ran through me. Like Hayley I cried out, a single long cry of pleasure that rose and fell with the waves of ecstasy I was feeling. I arched my back, my mouth falling open and my toes curling tightly, the fabulous sensations making me dig my fingers into my breast as hard as I could to mix the pain with the overwhelming pleasure. I thought it would never end, wave of sensation followed wave until I felt myself nearly borne away on them, only vaguely aware of my surroundings, but always sharply aware of Hayley’s very welcome presence.

Eventually the waves declined in intensity and I returned reluctantly to the real world, feeling spent and exhausted, but intensely happy and proud of myself, grinning like the proverbial Cheshire cat as my orgasm gradually faded away.

For several minutes we sat panting, half laying half sitting, side by side on the sofa. I was both struggling to get my breath back and at the same time fighting to cope with the myriad thoughts and sensations that flooded through my mind. I’d never in a million years have dreamed of masturbating in anyone else’s presence, but I just had, and not only that but it had given me the biggest thrill I’d had for years.

I let my hand relax on my pussy, as if too lazy to move it, my other hand sliding from my breast to lie by my side, resting between both mine and Hayley’s hips, in contact with both but deliberately touching neither. My leg was still draped over hers, and I still enjoyed the contact, but then she began to wriggle it out from under and I reluctantly lifted it away, understanding and not wanting to continue her discomfort. Her hand lost contact with my thigh, and then, as we settled more comfortably side by side, I felt her fingers interlace themselves with mine between our two bodies, and gave me a sort of quiet companionable feeling.

We sat like that, holding hands and still naked, for what seemed a long while, each deep in their own thoughts, trying, on my part at least, to come to terms with what had happened and not wanting to talk about it until we understood it.

We shot glances at each other from time to time, and all of a sudden our sight locked and we gazed directly into each others eyes. Hayley’s eyebrows raised in a kind of ‘how the hell did that happen?’ look, and I grinned my own lack of an answer in return.

“Wow!” She exclaimed all at once. “I didn’t expect that.”

“Me neither.” I agreed.

“Good though, wasn’t it?”

“Oh, it was good alright.” I told her, my chest still heaving slightly from the effects.

“Good enough to do again?”

[Continues on chapter 2: “Busy Fingers Ch. 2” by Otazel – FF]

Sir Robert's Stories Home PageI have got horny each time I have read this sexy story but, maybe, the best part of it is that it has several installments and this one you have read is just the first of them. Thus and thanks to the permission granted by the author, Otazel, I will continue publishing the next parts in the following days. Pay a special attention to the blog, then, or subscribe to my posts using the form available on the home page, first thing on the right.

The second best thing about this awesome story is that Otazel has written lots of incredibly sexy stories. You may have a look at them on his page on Literotica. Pay him a visit and tell him I sent you there!

Emmanuelle - CoverThe third best thing about this story is that it reminds me of one of the first naughty scenes I ever watched on an erotic film: Emmanuelle and Mary Ange masturbating together as the first is recounting her encounters… If you haven’t already seen Emmanuelle, you should! 🙂

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Photo: “hold on” by Alex with a creative commons license.

“Party Girl” by Todd – MFF

Party This Way

While a senior in college, I dated a beautiful freshman named Jean. She was about 5’6″ and 120 lbs. with smallish, perky breasts and a very flat tummy. She often wore revealing clothes of one sort or another, usually very casual but always sexy. The combination of her beautiful face, great body and attractive clothes usually made her the center of attention. This was especially so at parties where everyone wanted to flirt with her.

At a party at a suburban home one night, Jean was getting her usual attention as I got pretty drunk. Watching the other guys fawn over her was always a turn on for both me and Jean, and I often got the benefit of her heightened arousal later in the night.

After dancing with two guys at once through a series of fast and slow songs, Jean sauntered over to me for a kiss. No sooner had I started to get my tongue in her mouth when some sophomore guys starting pulling at her arms. I knew she wanted to get back to the dance floor, so I released our kiss and watched her dance her way back to the floor with these two new guys. I just smiled.

As the three of them danced away, a really cute blonde came over to me. “Is she with you?” she asked.

I said, “Yes, why?”

“Because she looks hot, really hot,” she replied. “How long have you two been dating?”

I said something about a few weeks as I looked the blonde over. She seemed younger, wearing a simple shirt and some cutoffs. Her tan was deep and she exuded a quiet confidence as she studied Jean’s dancing. I couldn’t help thinking about how sexy this blonde was. I also wondered about her interest in Jean. Was the young blonde into girls?

“Soooooo.” I finally said, “Do you like Jean?” The blonde never took her eyes off of Jean dancing as she responded, “Yes. She’s hot.” Then she turned and looked straight into my eyes as she instructed me: “There’s a room at the end of the hall. Go get her and bring her into it. I’ll be waiting for you both.”

“Waiting for what?” I asked.

“Waiting to watch you make out with her. I like to watch.”

“You like to watch?” I stammered.

“Yeah,” she said as she looked back at Jean on the dance floor. “I’d like to watch you do to her whatever she is willing to let you do to her in front of me.” Then she headed down the hall and disappeared into the room.

As I walked over to Jean, she was still dancing with the two sophomores. One of them was behind her while the other was in front of her. She was sandwiched in between them as they moved to the slow music. I pulled her away from them so that we could talk privately and said “Cheating on me, huh?” Jean said, “Well, what were you doing with that young blonde girl?” I laughed and explained, “She is more interested in you than me.”

Jean smiled and asked, “What do you mean?”

“She wants me to bring you to a room at the end of that hall. She wants to watch me do to you whatever you are willing to let me do to you in front of her.”

“What!?” exclaimed Jean. I laughed and explained, “That’s what she said. Let’s go.”

Then I took Jean’s hand and led her across the dance floor and then down the hall. When we reached the door, I gave Jean a kiss and said “Let’s have some fun.” Jean nodded back, indicating that she was willing. She seemed excited about walking through that door.

Inside the room was the blonde, standing patiently by a couch. She said “Hi” and walked over to us, closing the door behind us. “I like to watch” was the only other thing she said to get Jean and me started. I took Jean in my arms and started to kiss her. I sensed the blonde coming closer to get a good look.

I broke off the kiss and looked at the blonde. She was standing next to us with her lips slightly parted. I took my hand and put it on Jean’s breast. We heard the blonde let out a sigh as I massaged Jean’s tit and nipple. I watched the blonde stare at my hand, and so did Jean, as I pulled at her nipple through her shirt.

At this point Jean started to get more excited. She never took her eyes off the blonde’s stare. Jean moved back and to the right slightly to give the blonde a better view of her chest.

I sensed Jean wanted me to unbutton her shirt to let the blonde see more of her, and I was anxious to do so. As I opened up Jean’s shirt, the blonde got even closer. I pushed Jean’s unbuttoned shirt off her shoulders and let it drop on the floor. Jean’s tan tits contrasted with her black bra, and we both could feel the intensity of the blonde staring at them.

I slid the bra straps off of Jean’s shoulders. Then I carefully pulled them down her upper arms. I brought the bra cups lower on Jean’s breasts, but I didn’t allow them to fall off her breasts. Instead, I just brought the bra cups low enough for the blonde to see the top of Jean’s perky nipples.

Then suddenly I shoved my hand down onto Jean’s crotch. This took both girls by surprise and the sexual tension increased dramatically. I had Jean’s tits on display in front of this strange young blonde as I started to rub Jean’s mound through her cutoffs. We were all getting really hot.

Jean responded by opening her legs slightly and pointing her barely covered nipples right at the other girl. As I worked Jean’s mound, I suggested to her, “Take off your bra and show her your breasts.”

“Show her my breasts?” Jean whispered back weakly.

“Yes. yes,” said the blonde.

As Jean reached around back to undo her bra, her breasts naturally thrust forward. The forward pressure caused first her left and then her right nipple to poke out above the bra cups. The sight of Jean’s erect nipples made the blonde whisper “Jesus”.

Then Jean dropped the bra to the floor and stood before the other girl, naked from the waist up. I continued rubbing Jean’s mound and noticed both girls starting to breathe faster and louder.

I unsnapped Jean’s cutoffs and pulled down her zipper. I pulled off her cutoffs and showed the blonde Jean’s black panties. I noticed Jean had a little wet spot on her panties.

I reached up to Jean’s erect right nipple and started pumping it like a little cock. Then I told Jean “Drop your panties. Show her your cunt.”

Jean’s breathing sped up as she asked me, “Show her my cunt?”

The blonde whispered, “Yes. show me your cunt.”

Jean slid her thumbs on both sides of her panties and started lowering them. She only took them down an inch or two at first, however. just enough to show the top of her bush. Then she lowered the panties below her mound, just slightly exposing her cunt lips.

The blonde stared at Jean’s cunt. Then Jean let the panties fall to the ground and kicked them to the side. As she kicked the panties, her legs opened up and gave the blonde the view she wanted. Before Jean could close her legs, I brought my hand back down to her mound and starting sliding my fingers on her cunt lips.

Both girls sighed as I slipped in a finger. Jean was so wet and hot inside, that my finger immediately slid all the way in with no resistence. I pulled it out, glistening with Jean’s juices, and then put in two fingers as the blonde watched.

I finger fucked Jean’s cunt a few times and then pulled my hand out. I started to take my hand up to Jean’s face so that she could smell and taste herself when the blonde’s hand suddenly grabbed my wrist. This was the first time she had touched either of us.

She held my wrist and redirected my wet fingers to her own mouth. At first she smelled in Jean’s fragrance deeply, then she licked the knuckle-side of my two fingers. Over and over again she licked that side of my fingers, tasting Jean thoroughly.

Then the blonde took my hand up to Jean’s mouth and put the tips of my fingers against Jean’s lips. As Jean’s tongue came out to lick my fingers, the blonde pushed them deep into Jean’s mouth. Jean was getting a good taste of her own cunt mixed with the taste of the blonde’s mouth.

Now the blonde used my hand like a dildo, face-fucking Jean. She was gentle, but deliberate. Jean accepted the face-fuck and started sucking away at the juices on my fingers.

Then the blonde pulled my hand out of Jean’s mouth and took it back down to Jean’s cunt. She worked my fingers into Jean’s cunt lips gently and then slowly thrust them in all the way. She started getting more aggressive with each stroke and eventually she was really fucking Jean’s cunt with my hand. Her strokes were fast, hard and deep.

Jean had spread her legs more and was also thrusting her pelvis forward to better accept the finger fucking the blonde was giving her with my hand. But Jean couldn’t continue to stand in this posture for much longer, so the blonde said “Let’s get her on the couch.”

She took Jean over to the couch with my hand still in Jean. As she sat Jean up on an extra pillow in order to provide better access to Jean’s cunt, the blonde sat next to her, still fucking Jean with my hand like a dildo.

Instead of sitting down with them, however, I slowly pulled my hand out of Jean’s cunt and removed it from the blonde’s grip.

“You don’t need me to finish her off,” I told the blonde. She smiled at me and then looked at Jean. Jean said nothing, but she simultaneously opened her mouth and her legs as way of invitation to the blonde. Jean wanted this young blonde to finish her off, and she wanted it now.

The blonde took three of her own fingers and placed them at the entrance of Jean’s cunt. Then she leaned into Jean to give her a kiss on the mouth. As the blonde’s tongue entered Jean’s mouth, her fingers entered Jean’s cunt.

I watched as the blonde kissed and fucked Jean. In the next few minutes she drove Jean to the edge again and again, but never allowed her to orgasm. Her mouth worked Jean’s tits, ears, eyes and neck while her hand kept Jean’s cunt near the edge.

Then the blonde changed position slightly to get more leverage into Jean’s cunt. Jean and I both sensed this was going to be it. Sure enough, the blonde went at Jean with strength and speed. Jean’s legs stretched out, muscles contracted, braced for the best hand fuck she had ever had.

Suddenly, the door to the room burst open and the two sophomore guys bounded in. They had been looking for Jean and someone had said we had gone into this room.

The sight that greeted them, however, was more than they ever would have dared to hope for. As I was standing to the side, this fully clothed blonde had Jean completely naked on a couch as she fingered fucked Jean’s cunt rigorously.

Jean was too close to the edge to be deterred by an audience, however. she was out of control at this point and the blonde knew it. The two guys called down the hall in a loud voice, “Hey, everybody. check this out!”

Within moments the room was filling up with people as the blonde started finishing Jean off. As Jean started to orgasm, her legs came together with her muscles convulsing. The blonde was strong, however, and kept her fingers ramming in and out of Jean as her other hand worked Jean’s clit. As people came in the room, they saw the muscles on the blond girl’s arm ripple as she fucked Jean into a paralyzing orgasm.

It lasted maybe 30 seconds or so and then Jean started to relax slightly. The blonde would not release Jean, however, and instead went back to finger fucking her, fast and hard. The muscles on her arm rippled again as she kept fucking Jean until the second orgasm arose. Tears started coming down Jean’s face as this second orgasm totally consumed her body.

As this second orgasm subsided, the blonde finally relented and just held Jean by the cunt, her hand still in her, but motionless.

Through this, the crowd had become silent. They were not sure what had happened, but they all were incredible hot from it. The blonde looked up at them and said, “Shows over. why don’t you give us some privacy?”

As people turned to go, I watched Jean start to snuggle up to the blonde. No one spoke as they left and eventually I was alone again with Jean and the blonde. As I started to close the door, the blonde said, “Thanks for the introduction, but we really would like to be alone right now.”

Jean had started kissing her neck and I saw her hand gentle cup one of the blonde’s breasts. The blonde just smiled at me and waited for me to go. When I left the room, I closed the door behind me.

Sir Robert's Stories Home PageI suppose that being with two women at the same time is one of the oldest masculine fantasies. The twist in this story comes from the realization that the blonde stranger is more interested in the female part of the couple and expects you to go away. Well. Shit happens!  🙂

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“Kathy and my Frat Brothers” by Warthog – MMMF

Delta Kappa Epsilon Fraternity House, DePauw University

About a month ago I received a letter from a college fraternity brother of mine. I hadn’t seen Stan since graduation three years before. Stan was trying to get a group of us together to meet for the first football game of the sea- son. He had settled down in the town where our university was located while most of the rest of our click had moved away. The plan was to go to the game and then to the old frat house afterwards. We’d finish off the night back a Stan’s place.

I looked forward to the visit. I wanted to see my buddies, but I also wanted my buddies to see my new bride Kathy. Now, I’m not what you’d call a good looking guy. During college I didn’t have many dates and the ones I did have weren’t interested in a second date. My buddies continuously poked fun at my lack of experience and lack of women.

Well, since college I met Kathy. I’ll never under- stand why she was attracted to me. Of course, I smother her with affection and devotion. She’s the type of woman who values what’s inside not what’s outside. The irony is that she could have had any man she wanted. You see. Kathy is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. To top it off, she has the sweetest personality of any woman I have ever known. I’m not just saying that because she is my wife.

Kathy stands 5’9″ inches tall and weighs 120 pounds. Her hair is long, silky and naturally light blond. She wears it parted down the middle. It’s a simple look, but with her perfect angel face any styling is unnecessary. Her eyes are sparkling deep blue and her skin is baby smooth without a blemish to be found. She sports a beautiful tan and keeps herself in shape with aerobics. So far so good? There is more.

I have tried to get Kathy to tell me her measurements. She shyly tells me she doesn’t know. I think she is embarrassed for some reason. By my eye she measures 38DD-23- 36. I’m guessing at her waist and hips. I am certain about her bust, however. I’ve sneaked looks at her underwear. You may wonder why a fox like Kathy wouldn’t be full of herself or why she would marry a toad like me. I think it goes back a few years. Until about two years ago, Kathy had been very overweight. She also wore very thick glasses. After high school she got a job as a secretary. One of her coworkers helped her through a diet and exercise program. She also had eye surgery to eliminate the need for glasses. The result was as described above.

Lucky for me I met Kathy when she had just finished her transformation. We had many things in common and became friends before developing a relationship. We continued to have a good time with each other and finally decided to get married. We were both virgins when we met and decided to stay that way until after the wedding. Kathy was never on the pill and we decided that she would stay off it. We were eager to start a family.

Needless to say our two months of marriage have been wonderful. We both enjoy sex, although we are a bit naive. So far we haven’t ventured beyond strait missionary inter- course. I want to do a little experimenting, but Kathy wants to go slowly. I’m not in any hurry, anyway. As it is, Kathy is a handful. Although shy and reserved, she heats up fast. It must be all those years as an ugly duckling. Her pent up passions are very close to the surface. All she needs is a little rubbing here or there and a passionate kiss and she gets super horny. She especially likes to have her large breasts played with.

As I said, I was looking forward to showing off my beautiful new wife to my friends. I thought it might be fun if Kathy bought a new outfit for the game and party. I told her to get something real sexy. Something that would make my friends green with envy. At first Kathy was lukewarm to the idea. The more I begged her and one night of passionate sex changed her mind. The day before we left on the trip Kathy went shopping with her friend at the office. I ask her to show me what she bought but she told me I would have to wait for the game, the little tease.

The drive down was uneventful. We checked in to our hotel late and went right to be bed, after a nice twenty minute role in the sack. Kathy again teased me about her outfit for the game. The most she would say about it was, “You wanted me to look sexy for your friends. I don’t think you or they will be disappointed.”

We slept in late the next day. We were to leave for the game at noon. The game was at two. I got showered and dressed first. I called two of my friends that I knew were staying at the hotel and made plans to meet them in the lobby. I told Kathy to meet me down there when she was ready.

I left Kathy in the shower and headed downstairs. I met Jim and Dave in the lobby and we sat down and renewed acquaintances. We talked about business and politics and swapped a few recollections about the past. I learned that Jim was married and Dave was still single. Jim said his wife hadn’t made the trip. Jim said that he thought that he and Tom were the only married guys in our group. Before I had a chance to tell Jim and Dave about Kathy, I notice that something had their attention.

Jim said, “Would you look at the ears on that rabbit.” Dave offered, “Looks like a high priced hooker to me.” Before I could turn to see what they were talking about Jim added, “I think she’s coming our way.” As I turned, I saw Kathy approaching. I couldn’t believe my eyes. Jim and Dave just stared with their mouths open. We stood up as she swayed sexily over to us. Kathy put her arm around me, gave me a peck on the cheek and said, “Hi honey.”

We couldn’t stop staring at Kathy. Dave was right. Kathy did look like a high priced hooker. Her outfit consisted of a top that looked sort of like a corset, a short frilly flared skirt, thigh high white stockings and blue pumps with five inch heels. The top was made of blue denim and laced up the front. The laces pulled th e two sides of the garment to within two inches of each other resulting in a teasing view of her smooth tanned skin. Closer to her breasts the sides separated more revealing the insides of each breast. It was clear that the top was meant for a bust several sizes smaller than Kathy’s. In profile, the bottom of her breasts could be seen between the laces. Only her nipples and the outsides of her breasts were covered. Every male eye in the place was checking out Kathy’s breasts. She knew it too and appeared to be enjoying the attention.

Kathy’s skirt was white and came to mid thigh. The hem was lace and just barely covered the tops of her stockings. I smiled as I noticed Jim and Dave looking up and down my sexy wife. Kathy whispered it my ear, “Billy, do you think they like me?” I chuckled and whispered back, “Honey, look at how there staring. I think they love you.” Kathy blushed. I added, “I bet they would give anything to get into your panties.” Kathy whispered a reply, “They can’t. I’m not wearing any.” I shot a look at her of surprise and she smiled deviously. She whispered, “Well, you wanted me to be sexy. Tina, my friend, says nothings sexier than going out without underwear.” I whispered back, “You better be careful or you will give every one a free shot. The way you’re dressed, these guys are not going to leave you alone.” Kathy gave me a puzzled look. She really was quite naive.

I introduced Kathy to Jim and Dave. They couldn’t believe she was my wife. Kathy had to show them her wedding ring with our engraved initials. Needless to say, they had fallen in lust with Kathy and I couldn’t have been prouder. We headed for the game in our car. We took our seats in a block that Stan had arranged for us. About ten of my buddies showed up and not a one with wives or dates. Kathy was the only female in our group and she was getting a lot of attention. As usual, nobody believed that she was my wife.

Despite Kathy’s shyness, she warmed up to the group. I think all the flattery helped. By the second half she exuded a confidence that I had never seen before. She began to hold herself in a more provocative way. Her posture emphasized her large breasts. She allowed her skirt to ride up her leg. I’m sure a couple of my friends sitting below us used those opportunities to steal a look at her privates. I think she knew what was going on, too. When she spotted someone looking in the direction of her skirt, she nonchalantly dragged her hand across her thigh causing the hem to ride higher. I figured she was making up for all the flirting that she had missed as an ugly duckling.

The highlight of the ‘Kathy show’ was when our team score its only touchdown in the second half. Kathy began to jump up and down as we cheered. Several people down below us including some of my friends, starred in surprise as Kathy’s skirt floated high enough to expose her blond bush. To my surprise, however, Kathy had shaved off all of her pubic hair. I made a mental note to ask her about it, later. When she had finally settled down from her bouncing I noticed that her top had been overwhelmed by her large chest. One of her nipples had become uncovered. I whispered to her about it and she looked down. Rather than quickly fix her top, Kathy took her time and slowly adjusted her top. Finally after several moments she covered her nipple that had hardened, noticeably. The whole act seemed to have been calculated to draw attention to her top so that everyone would see her exposed breast before she covered it up again. If I didn’t know her better, I would say that Kathy was be- coming an exhibitionist.

The game came to an end with our team losing. It was disappointing but we were here mainly for the company. We headed back to the frat house. The undergraduate brothers had hired a band for the after-game party and they were already playing when we arrived at the house. We grabbed a beer and headed for the dance floor. After downing my beer, I grabbed Kathy for a dance. She giggled as we began to gyrate to the beat. Kathy was careful to make no sudden moves. She was aware that people were looking at her and thought it better not to expose herself. She swayed to the music and swung her arms in enough of a jerking motion to impose on her top the extra burden of containing her jiggling breasts.

The next song was slow. I got a chance to hold Kathy’s luscious body close. The feeling of her breasts mashing against me was making me hard. She smiled deviously as she nudged her right knee into my crotch. She put her head on my shoulder and whispered in my ear, “Honey, this whole day has made me so horny. I really like the looks that I’m getting from the men. I think I’ll dress sexy like this all the time. You better be ready tonight, because I’m gonna fuck your brains out.” The last line surprised me. I had never heard Kathy use that kind of language before. She squeezed my neck as she pulled herself up to give me a very sloppy kiss. My cock twitched. I was looking forward to satisfying Kathy’s demand.

After our dance we went back for more beer. Before we reached the bar, Jim was asking me if he could dance with my wife. I looked at Kathy and said, “Its up to the lady.”Kathy said, “I’d love to, Jim.” He whisked her off to the dance floor as I headed for the bar. I got our drinks and waited at the bar for Kathy to return. I watched Jim and Kathy dance, and admired her body as I’m sure Jim was close up. He seemed to looked at her chest more than her face. The next song was slow and before Kathy could head back to meet me, Jim had corralled her for the dance. He put his arms around her waist and pulled her close. Kathy tried to remain apart a respectable distance. Jim’s clutches were putting a strain on her back, however. Finally, Kathy gave in and let Jim feel those magnificent breasts mashed against his body.

When the song was over, Jim reluctantly let Kathy go. She joined me at the bar looking somewhat flustered. She was obviously blushing. I asked her what was wrong. She told me that she felt Jim get hard when dancing slow with him. Before the end of the dance he began to grind it into her stomach. I ask her if I should talk to him about it and she quickly said no. I think she blamed it on the sexy clothes she was wearing. Before Kathy could take a sip of beer, Dave was requesting a dance. She told him she would after her beer. He seemed impatient so Kathy hastily drank her beer.

Kathy’s dance floor experience with Dave was similar to Jim’s. When she returned she was again blushing. It seems that her dance with Dave had produced an even larger erection. Kathy drank down another beer quickly. Either the beer or the dancing or both were having a noticeable effect on Kathy. She didn’t act drunk but she appeared to be having a very good time. She wasn’t able to spend much time with me. My friends kept her busy on the dance floor. I began to notice that Kathy was getting cozier with her partners. Her hips appeared to be doing as much grinding as the men were. One of the undergraduates started a conversation with me and I lost track of Kathy.

After about ten minutes, I found her again dancing slow with a man I had never seen before. He must have been an undergraduate. He had both hands on Kathy’s bottom. I could see that he was squeezing each globe. Surely, she was aware of what the man was doing. I also noticed that she was thrusting her pelvis against his leg. I decided it was time to cut in. I tapped the guy on the shoulder and he slowly looked my way not wanting to take his attention off the babe in his arms. “Cutting in,” I said. His reply was, “Go away.” Kathy heard me and whispered something into his ear. Immediately, he separated and then backed away.

I poured myself into my smiling wife’s arms. Kathy hugged me tight. I said, “Looks like you two were getting a little frisky.” Kathy giggled and said, “These guy s are just getting me worked up so that I’ll wear you out, tonight.” I said, “Sounds great to me.” Kathy cooed in my ear, “I want to feel your hard cock rubbing against my belly.” Her boldness surprised me but my cock obeyed her demand. She moaned as we both began grinding into each other. Kathy was hot and she was getting me hot. She said, “Lets leave and go the hotel.” I said, “I’d love to but we’ve got to go over to Stan’s place.” Kathy wined i n my ear, “I can’t wait for that. I’ve been parading my body around all day making cocks hard and now I want one in my pussy. I want someone to suck on my tits.”

Her dirty language blew me away. She had never talked that way before. I said, “I’ve never seen you so worked up before, honey.” Kathy replied, “You haven’t been the one out here on the dance floor listening to what the guys want to do to me.” I broke away and looked at her face. She had a cloudy dazed look on her face. I asked, “What were they saying?” Kathy said in a husky voice, “You know, they want to have sex with me.” I asked her to be specific. She said, “One guy wanted to lick my pussy. Another told me he had a 10 inch cock.” Kathy shuddered slightly when she mentioned the cock. She continued, “This last guy wanted me to go up to his room here. If you hadn’t cut in he may have had his way with me, I’m so hot.”

Before I could say anything, Stan was tapping my shoulder and telling me that the group was heading to the house. Kathy and I followed him outside where we met Jim and Dave. We climbed into the car and headed for Stan’s. On the way we chatted about the weather and other trivial matters. Kathy seem to calm down a bit. Jim and Dave were behaving themselves. We were the last ones to arrive. Everyone seemed anxious to see Kathy again. She had lost all of her shyness and didn’t seem phased that she was the only woman. I watch- ed, with humor, the faces of my buddies as we walked up the driveway. Kathy was out strutting in front of us walking as if she was advertising her body.

When we had entered and sat down, Stan pulled me to the side. He told me that he was running low on beer and asked if I could go get some. I said sure without thinking. I headed out into the night air and got into the car and headed for the nearest store about half an hour away. It suddenly dawned on me that I shouldn’t leave Kathy alone in her present state. I wouldn’t put it past my friends to take advantage of my wife. I circled the block and headed back to the house. I parked down the block and walked through the side yard and entered through the kitchen door. I heard music coming from the main room where the part y was under- way. I peaked through the door from the kitchen to the main room. There was Kathy in the arms of Stan dancing to the slow number. It occurred to me that, with the music in Stan’s control, all the songs would be slow.

Suddenly, I had to duck into the pantry when I heard someone coming. I was trapped. I hoped nobody would need anything in the pantry. I looked around and notice at least ten cases of beer. It appeared as though they sent me on a phony errand to get me away from Kathy. I overheard Tom and Jim talking in the kitchen. Tom said, “Can you believe that a fox like Kathy married him?” Jim answered, “I can’t figure it. I can’t believe he can handle a hot fire cracker like her.” Tom continued, “Well now that Stan’s got rid of hubby, I figure she’ll be begging for a cock in about ten minutes.”Jim said, “It will take Billy an hour to get back. By then Kathy will be so hot for cock that she’ll ignore her husband.” Tom asked, “Did she rub you while dancing tonight? Jim replied, “Yea! First she kept pushing those big tits into my chest and then latter she grabbed my cock. I almost fucked her on the spot.”

I found it hard to believe that my new bride would actually cheat on me. But, when I heard Jim say that she grabbed his cock I knew that it was a possibility. I had thought that it was the guys that I had to worry about. Could it be that my wife was so easy that she would fuck anybody. I moved closer to the pantry door and was able to see through the slats. The angle was such that I had a view through the kitchen and into the main room. There was Kathy grinding against Stan. His hands were clutching her bottom. She was rubbing her tits and her mound against him. I had to figure out what to do. I knew that if I didn’t stop them, then what Tom and Jim had suggested might happen.

The action seemed clear cut. So why wasn’t I moving. Something was holding me back. I looked again into the room. Kathy was still dancing with Stan. There was a difference, however. Stan now had his hands under Kathy’s skirt and they were kissing passionately. The other nine guys were looking on with great interest. I began to notice something else. I was getting hard. Was I enjoying Kathy’s show?. I knew that if I didn’t act now it would be too late. Hell, it was already too late. Stan had move one hand to Kathy’s pussy. She didn’t seem to be fighting him. In fact, she raised one leg to give Stan easier access to her pussy. They continued to kiss. Their tongues were clearly visible probing each other’s mouths. I watched as Kathy moved a hand to Stan’s crotch and began to rub his bulge. It was too late and I was glad. My mind filled with the image of all my friends fucking my wife. I resolved to stay in the pantry and watch whatever happened.

Stan led Kathy over to the couch when the song ended and set her down. He sat next to her and they resumed kissing. I know that makes Kathy hot. Jim sat on her other side and began to squeeze her tits. This also makes her hot. Stan started stroking her long slender legs. Each stroke would get closer to her pussy. Finally, Stan’s hand moved under her skirt and began rubbing Kathy’s opening. She began to squirm on his hand. They had her worked up to fever pitch. Stan broke the kiss and concentrated on Kathy’s pussy. She surveyed her body and the four hands working it over. Through her moans she asked, “When will Billy be back?” Jim answered, “He’ll be gone for a while, Baby. Just relax.”Kathy continue, “I need him.” Jim asked, “Why do you need Billy, Kathy?” She replied, “I need him to fuck me.”

I secretly cheered Kathy. In a way she was being faithful to me. I realized that she was allowing these two men to paw at her, but she acted as if she would only let me go all the way. I thought for a moment that I should break it up. Kathy, after all, still wanted me. The side of me that was winning still wanted to see Kathy gang banged. Jim took his shot, “Well baby, maybe I can help you. Billy will be gone for a while yet.” Kathy continued to squirm as they rubbed her. Kathy’s face showed a passion that I’d only seen tonight. She said breathlessly, “You can’t help me. I need my husband.”

Stan piped up, “Baby, we’re helping you now. Why don’t we stop the foreplay and get down to some serious sex.” Kathy looked at Stan and said, “I’m a married woman. I can’t cheat on my husband.” She was trying to remain faithful but their roaming hands on her aroused body were weakening her resolve. Stan continued,”It wouldn’t be cheating, Baby. Billy is our fraternity brother. We always share everything.” I rolled my eyes. Kathy asked in a breathless voice, “Are you sure?” Jim interrupted, “That’s right, honey.” Kathy moaned and put her right hand over Stan’s as it teased her clit. She pushed it hard into pussy as she shuddered with an orgasm. Jim had used our mutual pet name ‘honey’. They had her now.

When Kathy regained her senses she said, “I need a cock in my pussy bad. I don’t know who to ask. There are too many of you.” Jim said, “Remember, honey, what Stan said. We share everything with everyone.” Kathy asked, “You mean that you want me to let all of you fuck me?” She shuddered as she made the statement. Stan replied, “Baby, you look hot enough to take all of us on and want more.” Kathy moaned as she said, “I think you’re right. But who goes first?” Stan said, “I think you should stand up in the center of the room and do a strip tease for us. We’ll gather around and take our cocks out. Whoever has the biggest cock at the end of your dance will fuck you first.”Kathy breathlessly replied, “OK.” She added as an after- thought, “What about Billy?” Jim said, “Honey, He’ll join in when he gets back.”

The dance was a contrivance. Everybody in the room knew that Stan had the biggest cock by several inches. Everybody went along just to see Kathy strut her stuff. Stan and Jim took their hands off Kathy. Stan’s hand was coated with juice. Kathy was ready. She stood up and moved to the center of the room. Stan got up and started some good bump and grind music. Kathy began to sway seductively. It looked to me like she had done this before. She was very polished. Stan moved up behind her and put his hands on her waist. Slowly he moved his hands up as she slowly swayed. Stan surrounded Kathy’s tits with his big hands. They were still no match for Kathy’s huge hooters. He pushed them up and together as if in offering to the fraternity brothers. Kathy moaned and let her head lie back on Stan’s shoulder. She extended her tongue to meet Stan’s. This surprised me some- what. She had never initiated a kiss like this to me.

Stan broke away after a minute and sat down. He fished is rapidly expanding cock out of his pants. The rest of the guys did likewise. Kathy’s dance became more suggestive. She wasn’t wearing any underwear and my guess was she would leave the stockings and shoes on. This left only her top and skirt to shed. She began to dance around the room giving everybody a close look at her body. Kathy began to tease the guys with dirty talk. She said, “I bet you guys would like to get a good look at my tits wouldn’t you?”Everyone groaned, “Yes.” Kathy continued, “I guess after that you’ll want to see my tight cunt.” I couldn’t figure out why she was talking so dirty. This was unusual for Kathy. Again everyone answered yes.

Seductively Kathy put an index finger in her mouth, then traced a wet line down her chin and throat and between her substantial tits. Her destination was the lace bow that held her top in place. Tom asked her what her measurements were. I braced for the usually “I don’t know.” Instead Kathy proudly announced, “37DD-22-34. Am I woman enough for you?”Everyone shouted, “Yess!!” The little devil. She knew all along. I revised my figures. Kathy was more slender than I thought. As the guys cheered her on, she slowly pulled on the string, untying the bow. When it gave way the laces loosened quickly causing the gap between halves to widen noticeably. Her firm young 19 year old tits had no sag to them at all. The top Kathy wore did push them together deepening her cleavage. It was a devastating effect if not slightly uncomfortable to Kathy. Her tits had now pushed out to their normal position on her chest. The nipples were still covered, however. Kathy continued to dance with more aggressive moves. This caused the top to separate more. After several minutes of this her large nipples were fully visible. It was an effective tease. Her aureoles were at least two inches in diameter and her nipples protruded three quarters of an inch. Kathy had world class tits.

Kathy danced around the room showing her tits. She said, “I really need somebody to suck on my nipples. Do I have any volunteers?” Everyone shouted at once. Kathy strutted over to Tom and John. She thrust her tits out to the front and her ass out to the rear and through her head back causing her silky long hair to fly about. Tom and John each latched onto a tit and began sucking. Kathy wailed at the obvious sensation. After only seconds she broke free from their mouths and moved on. She went around the room giving everyone about 10 seconds. It was frustrating as hell for these guys. I’m sure that when each of them got their turn with Kathy, they would show no mercy.

When everyone had a sample of Kathy’s tits she moved to room center and stopped. The music was still going but she stopped. Everyone was wondering what would happen next. Kathy’s answer was to suddenly grab the sides of her top and pull. In a split second she had her top stretched enough to push it to her feet. Kathy stepped out of it and began to bounce around the room, her tits trying without success to fully keep up. The guys yelled their appreciation of Kathy’s bare top. The style of her dance was very good as well. She seemed to be a natural tease.

Calls began to come for her to take off her skirt. She taunted them, “You boys want to see what I have under here. What are you going to do with it? Do you want to put something in it? I want you all to put something inside me. I’m so hot for it. I need it like I need to breathe. Show me what you have to put inside me.” Everybody groaned and waved their rock hard cocks at Kathy. She turned her attention to the cocks waving her way. She must have just noticed the siz- able tools waiting to fill her horny cunt. Her eyes were wide. She licked her lips. As quick as she disposed of her top she pushed her skirt to her feet and kicked it away. My sweet wife was left naked from head to thigh. The white stocking on tanned skin emphasized her long slender legs. She left her stockings and shoes on. The shoes caused her to strut. That was the effect she wanted.

Kathy slowly danced around grinding her cunt just out of reach of hands and cocks. Boy could she tease. Her bald pussy seemed to be hunting. Looking for that biggest of cocks. She resumed her taunt, “My body wants a big hard cock. My body wants to fuck! My tits want to be sucked. My pussy is hungry for a cock. Does anyone have a big one to put inside me. My body feels empty without a cock inside it. I’ve been waiting all day for a cock to put in it. My husband wouldn’t give me his. One of you will have to do. Now , who will it be?” Her pussy thrust itself in all directions looking for a cock to fill it. Finally, and without fanfare or delay she slid into Stan’s lap and impaled herself on his 10 inch cock. She began to bounce up and down like a wild woman. Her tight wet cunt was so slippery that the foot long penetration was effortless. After about three strokes, Kathy came hard. She kept pumping through her orgasm. I could tell that Stan was struggling with Kathy’s tightness. The way she was working on him, I knew he couldn’t last long.

Kathy’s tits were bouncing wildly. Stan couldn’t suck them so he had to keep his head from being bludgeoned by them. He was being ridden hard and it was all he could do to keep up. After a minute or so Kathy came again. All this was new to me. We had never had sex with her on top. She only orgasmed once a night with me. This was different of course. Kathy had been working herself into a lather all day long. In less than two minutes he began to moan. In a split second I realized that Kathy was unprotected. She wasn’t on the pill and Stan wasn’t wearing a condom. As far as I knew Kathy was ripe for pregnancy.

Should I run in and tell her before Stan fills her cunt full of sperm? Why had she forgotten? Again I hesitated. A small voice told me to save my wife from getting pregnant with another man’s baby. The winning and louder voice didn’t want to stop the lewd show. So what if Kathy got pregnant. It was sort of cool to be present when conception occurred. We were all witnesses to the event. Again I waited for the event to happen.

Finally, Stan thrust hard back at Kathy and stiffened. I could see the white goo escaping from between Stan’s cock and Kathy’s pussy lips. There it was. She was pregnant. But maybe not. Kathy bounced off Stan and sat on the floor. She looked down at the copious flow exiting her cunt. She used both hands to collect the excess flow. She wantonly put the slimy white goo into her mouth as she looked around the room and all the guys. Her eyes said, “Soon I’ll get yours.” This was one of the things that Kathy and I had discussed. She seemed dead set against touching cum, much less eating it. I wondered what had changed her.

Kathy quickly got up and jumped on the closest hard cock. Again her hips were a blur as her cunt milked the cock inside it. I couldn’t see who she was fucking. He grabbed her tits and held them still so that he could suck them. Probably, one of the guys most frustrated by her strip tease. She gave his cock a hard ride as he abused her tits. They were each getting their licks. After a couple of minutes they both came. He thrust into her hard and held still as she shoved his head between her tits and smothered him. That was two loads. It was going to be like Russian roulette. Who would be the daddy of her baby? Again Kathy slid off and ate the excess cum. She didn’t get it all. As she moved on to the next cock the white stuff oozed out of her hole and trailed down her thigh until it soaked into her stocking. The cum gave the once white stockings a slight yellow tinge.

Kathy fucked every guy in the place hard. All the sex was hard and raunchy. She didn’t hold back. Her passions had been pent up all day and probably most of her life. Her athletic body allowed for great endurance. The guy who lasted the longest was Tom. Kathy got him off in three minutes. Most of the guys filled her cunt in under a minute. Her tight cunt and furious pumping was just too much for them.

Kathy had been going at it for just under an hour and was showing no signs of tiring. She fucked and sucked, and licked balls with her tongue. She took one after the other. At that point the yellow tinge to her stocking tops had become a stain. One wonders at the number of loads required to produce those stains. The funny thing was. Nobody seemed to miss me. Kathy was too busy getting the shit fucked out of her. My buddies were to busy fucking, double fucking, triple fucking and quadruple fucking my wife.

After an hour and a half, the ranks of my friends had dwindled to zero. Kathy, however, was still going strong. She had, by now, at least two dozen orgasms. She had consumed in parts or wholes at least forty loads of cum. The stain on her stockings had spread about six inches down her legs and half way around. Kathy’s pussy was still hunting for a cock to fill it. Kathy began to beg for another cock. Stan told Kathy that if she wanted more cock to go to the frat house. I figured that it was time to make an appearance. I walked through the kitchen and into the main room. Male bodies were everywhere. The smell of sexual fluids was thick. Kathy looked at me with frightened eyes. I said, “Have you enjoyed yourself, Honey?”Kathy was still afraid. She managed to croak out the question, “What did you see, Billy?” I replied,”The whole thing, Kathy.”

Kathy’s eyes began to tear until she saw the smile on my face. She asked tentatively, “You’re not angry with me?” I shook my head no. Kathy jumped into my arms and hugged me tight. A moment later she broke away and furiously started working on my pants. She had my mighty six inch cock out in seconds. She engulfed it and began sucking. She licked my balls. She tongued my asshole. I was finally getting the treatment my fraternity brothers were getting. Suddenly, Kathy stopped and said, “Fuck me, Honey. Give it to me hard. Oh, I love you so much. Fuck me, please.” I turned her around and gave it to her doggy style. I plunge d into her overworked pussy and fucked her hard. After a while I pulled out and impaled her ass. I switched fucked my wife for ten minutes and gave her two of her hardest orgasms of the night. When it was my turn to come, Kathy begged me to fill her mouth. I pulled out of her ass and she spun around and took my second load of the night down her throat. Kathy cleaned me up as said, “I longed to taste you all night, Honey.”

We left Stan’s place without saying good-bye. No one was awake. As we drove away, I formulated a few questions for Kathy. The first one was obvious. I looked at Kathy’s beautiful face and asked, “Do you think you’re pregnant, Honey, after taking dozens of loads of cum in your pussy?” She looked at me with a smile. My first thought was that she obviously was aware of the potential and it didn’t concern her. That meant that either she wanted to get pregnant or she had taken some precautions. Either way I was about to learn a secret of Kathy’s. I prompted, “Well?” Kathy replied, “Don’t worry honey, I wouldn’t risk getting pregnant by another man.”I urged her to continue, “Then, how?” She said, “I’m wearing a diaphragm.”

In my now sober state I was relieved. I though back to the period in the pantry when I had wanted my wife to be un- protected and shook my head. How could I have wished that? It’s funny what lust will do to a person. Of course, this brought up another question. I asked, “What made you think to wear a diaphragm? I thought we were trying to start a family. The only reason that I can see that you would wear a diaphragm is if you expected to have sex with someone other than me.”Kathy cleared her throat and began, “I have Tina to thank. She suggested that I get one before we were married. At the time we hadn’t decided whether we were going to have kids or not. She recommended that I get fitted for one just to have it done.” I said, “Well I’m glad you had it with you. What made you put it on.” Kathy continued, “After you left the house, your friends started coming on to me. You know how horny I was. I wasn’t sure if I could fend them off. At first I didn’t know what I’d do. They were rubbing against me and I needed you so bad. Then I remembered the diaphragm in my purse. As a precaution I excused myself to the lady’s room and put it in. As it turned out I couldn’t hold out. I was weak and I needed to get fucked. You weren’t around so I fucked your friends. I was so hot that I could have taken on an army. I’m afraid I still am. I’m sorry, Honey, I guess you just married a nasty slut.”

I confessed to Kathy that her gang bang had turned me on to watch. I said, “I figured that my friends were getting rid of me so they could get to you. I came back after circling the block. When I saw you I got horny watching you with my friends. It was a great show. I watched from the pantry. I couldn’t believe how nasty you got. You did things to my friends that you told me you would never do to me.” Kathy sighed with sympathy for me, “Honey, I’m sorry. I’m new to this. I found out things about myself that I never knew. Lets face it. I’m a cock sucking slut and I don’t want to change. If anything, I feel like I’ve only scratched the surface. I want to do everything, now.”

We went back to the hotel room where Kathy slept for 12 hours. The next day, we headed home. Kathy was plenty sore but she had a smiled on her face.

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Penthouse Letters XXVIII - Threesomes, foursomes and moresomes.Fraternities are widely represented in erotic literature. It is a theme that perfectly matches with the female fantasy to be shared and gang banged and the male typical cuckold fantasy. Of course, not all the couples fantasizing with this sexy scenes end up realizing those fantasies. Some do live them up and even have the courage to write about their experience and send those writings to magazines such as Penthouse Letters. In there you will find all sorts of naughty sexual couplings. If you want to specifically read about wife sharing experiences, Penthouse has also published a book compiling letters about threesomes, foursomes and moresomes. Click here to see that book on Amazon or here to buy the Kindle edition.

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