“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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Photo: “Party this way” by Garry Knight with a creative commons license.

“Too Horny To Wait” by Socraith – MMF

A glory hole.

Jeff and Laura were always interested in spicing up their sex life. They had it plenty and were always keeping it interesting. From different positions, to toys, to sex in open places they’d do anything except involve multiple people. They were both very against sharing one and other.

Jeff was 6’2″ and built, he worked out all the time. He was also hung pretty well, 8 inches long and nice and thick. Laura was something else though. At 5’4″ she had a perfect hourglass frame. 34D tits and a round, tight ass. Men would stare at her as she walked by.

The two were driving around speaking about the things they had wanted to do to each other and getting very excited when they passed an adult toy store. They decided to go in and check it out. The store had an extremely large selection to choose from and they checked out everything. From large dildos, to lotions, books, sexy underwear, and finally a large selection of movies.

Jeff went to the clerk and asked which one he’d recommend the man told him, with a grin across his face, that they could go and view the movies in a private booth. Jeff quickly jumped on the offer, got a set of keys and went to Laura.

They both ran to the booth with a few movies under their arms and went inside. It was actually a pretty tight space to be in, but that didn’t matter, they threw a movie in right away.

Laura and Jeff rubbed their hands all over each other while hearing the porn groove in from the television. Jeff ripped off her blouse to see her nipples hard and jutting out from under her bra (as most of the time they were). Her pussy was flooding as Jeff’s clothes were falling to the floor and his dick stood pointed right at her, as hard as a rock. Both were naked caressing each other and hornier than you can imagine.

“Please Jeff I need that cock in me, please fuck me.”

“I think you’ll have to blow me first.”

“Bet there isn’t enough room in here to do that!” Laura moaned at him.

“I said get on all fours Laura, and blow me. Why do you think we’ve taken all this time to get you to be able to deep throat? They’ll be just enough room.”

Laura grumbled, to get his dick in her she’d have to suck him off first. She wedged herself down to her knees pointing his dick up she sank her mouth down on his rock hard cock. As it went deeper and deeper down her throat she was able to get her hands to the floor and now she had her ass pressed tightly to the wall, and was stuck with Jeff’s dick in her mouth. She could move her head slightly back put no matter what she did, because of the space in the room, Jeff and her where stuck like that until he came.

Bobbing her head back and forth as much as she could Jeff was growling in delight and Laura was trapped on his dick, sucking all 8 inches in. All she could think about was when he was going to fuck her, she needed his dick in her so bad. Jeff was moaning as he could feel her tongue working around him.

He rubbed his hand through her hair, pushing on the back of her head to sink all of him in her. All Laura was thinking about was to get him off so that she could have a cock in her. She needed it so badly.

Laura squealed in shock. She felt something brush her pussy. But what? She had herself jammed against a wall. Nothing could be there unless. Oh fuck she had read about this before. Glory holes. It was where people could have sex with strangers through holes in a booth.

“Some guy in the booth over must have noticed my pussy was up against the hole and took it as an invitation,”she thought.

She felt the cock behind her brush against her again. Laura was stuck. She couldn’t do anything as long as Jeff’s dick was hard and in her mouth. And in any moment the man in the other booth would be fucking her. Laura started to try and tell Jeff, but with his big dick stuffed in her it was no use. All that Jeff thought was that she was humming around his dick.

“Oh yes Laura,” Jeff grunted out, “Suck my meat, you make it so hard, I’m going to cum down your entire throat.”

Laura wished that meant that he was going to cum soon, but she knew that with his dirty talk he was still going for a bit. Then Laura felt it. Some dick’s head moved it’s way into her pussy. Slowly she could feel the engorged cock sliding in her. Her pussy was so damp that this dick had no problem easing himself into her tight mound.

Laura was moaning in heat. She didn’t want some strangers cock in her and yet she needed one in her so very badly. There was nothing she could do but suck on a big dick and get fucked by some stranger’s cock that was spreading her pussy wide open.

She knew what was happening wasn’t right so she started to suck Jeff’s dick in furious abandon. She reached her right hand up around the base of Jeff’s dick and started to jerk him off as fast as she could, while her tongue was swirling around his fat cock just below the head.

Jeff thought that the moans and whimpers that were coming from Laura were due to how turned on she was from blowing him. Jeff was sorely mistaken. Laura was getting pumped from behind by some anonymous dick and her body was turning against her as she was loving every second.

Her clit felt like it was on fire, and the heat emanating from her pussy could keep any cock warm through a blizzard. She couldn’t believe that she was being used like some slut and her body was loving it, no matter how much she didn’t want to.

That dick that was filling her cunt had started to pump harder and faster. She thought for sure that Jeff would notice her ass shaking from the pounding coming from behind but either he was in his own world or the booth was to dim to notice. Either way she just didn’t want him to know.

“Shit,” she thought, “the cock was going to cum in her if Jeff didn’t first.”

Laura moved her hands to Jeff’s balls and started to give them a light squeeze. She knew she could milk the cum out of him this way. The more she squeezed his balls the more cum she knew would shoot down her throat. But he would cum faster and that was all that mattered right now.

Jeff could feel his cum in his balls moving up into his dick. He knew he was going to explode down Laura’s mouth with the way she was sucking him. She was trying to get the cum out of him like she needed to live off it, Jeff thought.

Laura could feel the cocks stuffing her from both ends pumping furiously. The dick behind her was filling her pussy and her pussy was wrapped so tightly around that big dick that she couldn’t hold it anymore. Her body started uncontrollably convulsing. Her tits were hard as rocks as they hung down and shook from her body.

Laura’s cunt did exactly as she didn’t want it to do. Her cum started to flood through her pussy and down her legs she was cumming so hard. Then her cunt clenched down on the big meat in her pussy like a vice. It was so tight around that dick that she felt it expand and start shooting cum inside her.

Laura was squealing to get that cock out of her. But she couldn’t do anything but take all that cum inside her. Jeff started to blow his load down her throat. Shot after shot her pussy and throat were being covered in cum..

Jeff’s dick started to shrink just enough where Laura flew her mouth off his dick, and wiggled that cock out of her pussy. But before she could say or do anything, Jeff flipped her around just to stick his dick in her for a second.

Again in a bad position, she was stuck now on Jeff’s dick, which was subsiding from his orgasm. But the stranger’s cock was bobbing in front of her dripping with his and her cum. As Jeff made a few last thrusts forward Laura lips were brushed up against the invading dick. Jeff started pushing so hard she had to open her mouth and taste her own cum and the strangers as she blew on his dick. After a few more bobs on that dick Laura was pulled back off it and spun around.

“Oh baby that was so kinky. We have to that again someday. I’ve never seen you suck my dick like you needed it so badly.”

“I don’t know.” Laura replied. “I think, I think we should just go home right now.”

They went and put their clothes on. Laura could feel all that cum running down her legs and filling her panties. She couldn’t put her bra on because her tits were too sensitive. They stepped out of the booth through the store. She looked around the room and tried to guess which guy might have just fucked her and filled her cunt with his cum. Her and Jeff got in the car and drove away., Jeff feeling relieved in his own orgasmic pleasure, Laura sat quietly thinking about how she was used like some slut.and liked it.


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“Jen’s Titillating Behaviour” by DrSpin – MMF

Voyeur

Organising people to be somewhere at the same place and time is no easy affair. Except at one another’s houses, that is, because then it doesn’t matter so much about precise arrivals and departures and kids can be picked up under the arm and packed away in a spare room to sleep or play, deposited in comfort and security. It was what we did on a Saturday night when nothing more exotic beckoned.

We were four couples, Jen and I (my name’s Tom), Kay and Martin, Vanessa and Geoff, and Sandy and Steve. We did it most Saturday nights because, while inducements to do otherwise came around often enough, it was rare that they interested all eight of us simultaneously.

This particular Saturday night was at our place and that was fine, because Jen and I enjoyed cooking and we liked to put heart and soul into the work of it. Plus we didn’t have children yet and it was a big roomy house with a huge dining room that opened out into a rampant garden. And it was high summer and we could leave the french doors wide open and it was all very, very pleasant indeed. The few children we hosted that night were asleep upstairs.

Like most Saturday nights, some of us had drunk too much by the time the last of the dinner was spirited away and, like some Saturday nights, somebody had produced some dope and some of us had smoked too much of it and the animation and high spirits the eight of us could generate was down to the embers. We were scattered around the big room in varying states of disrepair and the head counts were being done and nobody could come up with a driver who wasn’t too drunk or too stoned or both to get behind the wheel of a car. By consensus we decided that everybody would stay over and go home in the morning. This wasn’t usual but it wasn’t uncommon.

The eight of us got on famously. We were at that age, late twenties to mid-thirties, when you gravitate naturally towards mutually beneficial groupings and gatherings. I don’t know why, but it was easy socially, economically, culturally, and intellectually. The mix of it seemed to work. I mean, you didn’t adore and admire every single one of them and there was no way you could have been best friends with two or three of them. But in the bigger mix, irritations, defects, and potential personality clashes were largely washed away and what between two people could become a damaging lifelong dispute generally passed within the group as a fleeting stimulating discussion.

Kay had been dozing sprawled in an armchair, showing an inviting stretch of her excellent legs extending from a skirt no longer arrayed in the most ladylike manner. She opened her dark eyes suddenly and blinked at the light.

“I’m off to bed,” she announced. “It’s the only way to keep Tom from looking up my dress and I’m too spun out to do anything to stop him.”

“Look, I’m just too drunk to turn my head in another direction,” I said.

“A gentleman would have closed his eyes to it,” Vanessa chipped in snippily.

“Can’t do that,” I replied. “Her legs are way too good.”

This was an established fact. Kay had the legs, Sandy had the butt, Vanessa had the hair and eyes, and Jen had the bosom. It had been agreed many times by all of us. It was also true I was drunk but not as much as I had been a while ago because I’d already stopped drinking. And I hadn’t taken up a passed-around joint like I usually did because I was getting over a cold and I had something of a sore throat.

“Why pick on him?” my wife, Jen, interposed. “Have a word with your husband about the way he stares at my chest.”

Vanessa waved her hand dismissively. “It’s not only Geoff who stares. I have to tell you, Jen, I look at your chest and I’m not even a dyke.”

“Yeah,” Geoff agreed, his over-the-top leer throwing his moustache akilter. “Show us your tits, Jen.”

This was not an uncommon request. Aside from the fact that Jen’s breasts were uncommonly generous, it was the way the group usually dealt with sexual tensions, curiosities, and flirtations that fluttered about the place. The odd mock suggestion, rolling of eyes and exaggerated compliment took the place of real-time actions and events that everyone was sensible enough to know could not happen without great risk to situations that were comfortably satisfactory. No marriage was unhappy. There wasn’t a reason to jeopardise relationships. Sure, I could and frequently did imagine Kay’s fine long legs wrapped around my waist but I wasn’t going to risk disaster by trying to make it happen.

“Well,” said Jen, giving the appearance of considering his request, “I should definitely get out of this new dress before I clean up in the kitchen and stack the dishwasher. But I was thinking about doing that after I put my drunken husband to bed.”

“Good plan,” said Martin, counting himself in Geoff’s corner. “We’ll wait until Tom’s out of the way before we go ahead.” Martin’s a lawyer. Opportunistic. Never fails to sniff out a sporting chance.

“Come on, then,” she said, standing up and dragging me out of the chair. “You heard the deal, Tom. Time for you to go to bed, so Geoff, Martin and I can have some play time.” She knew I’d know she was kidding, of course. That was the nature of the game.

“I’m off too,” said Sandy. “Coming, Steve?”

“Sure sounds good to me,” Steve agreed as he followed his wife. Steve was one of those amiable soft-spoken guys. He usually followed Sandy unquestioningly.

The group trudged wearily into various rooms and Jen made sure of this and that and who was where and did they have enough pillows and I stood by the open window in our bedroom waiting for her and looking down at the garden. Martin and Geoff were out there, sitting and smoking a last joint together on a bench amongst the heady fragrance of the dark-red flowers of the riotous quisqualis vine. I could smell the powerful jasmine-like scent from the window, more pervasive by a long stretch than the coarse herb smell of the marijuana, and it made me light-headed. I called out a menacing warning to them not to urinate on the gardenias because it would upset the pH balance. The guys gestured in the time-old vulgar unambiguous way and I staggered off chuckling towards my soft and welcoming bed.

I was under the sheets and at least half-asleep when Jen came into the room. I watched her through secretly slitted eyes. I have always liked to look at her when she undresses. She took off her dress and reached for the well- worn jeans slung over a chair. She was wearing lacy white underwear, new by the look of it, and as she leaned over to pull on the jeans the bra was working hard to keep her abundant breasts in harness.

She wandered over to her dressing table to rummage for a tee-shirt. The dressing table was near a window, and I was thinking how those guys might be able to see her if they were still sitting on that bench. She glanced out the window and quickly jumped back. She retrieved her glasses, put them on, and peered around the corner of the window. Again she jumped back. She stifled a giggle, a hand shooting to her mouth. Then, after a quick glance at me supposedly asleep in bed, she walked slowly to the window and stood there, looking out. She placed her hands against each side frame and, there was no other way to describe it, posed deliberately and provocatively for the men to see.

Lying on my back and watching through slitted eyes, I saw my modest wife standing immodestly at the open window. I heard her giggle, though quietly. She slipped a strap off her shoulder like a stripper but put it back, blowing a kiss into the garden. She stepped back, turned aside, grabbed a shirt out of the drawer, and came close to me, out of their line of sight. She looked at me for a moment, a broad smile on her lips. I could see, even from under my lids, her nipples poking hard and sharp through the lacy insets of her bra. She drew the shirt over her head and with a final glance at me, a smile still twitching on her face, turned off the light, left the room and closed the door.

I was stunned. This was Jen? Like many other women with big breasts, she tended to avoid displaying them. They’d come to her as a young teenager and she’d spent many years putting up with whistles, taunts, and ribald comments. Ever since I’d known her, she’d dressed conservatively. She wasn’t at all ashamed of her breasts, but she’d become accustomed to not accentuating them. What had come over her this night? I climbed out of bed and discovered my penis thrusting through the fly of my pyjama shorts like an iron bar. I tucked it away, opened the door quietly, and crept down the stairs.

She was in the kitchen like she said she’d be, scraping plates and stacking them in the dishwasher. Geoff and Martin were with her.

“Come on. Just one close look,” Geoff was saying. “We were too far away in the garden.”

She stopped and looked at him, still holding that peculiar smile I’d seen upstairs. “I told you,” she said. “Do a good job helping me here and I’ll think about it.”

Martin was scouring a pot and he handed another to Geoff. “Do it, dummy,” he said. I was in the dining room, flat against the wall. I could only see into part of the kitchen but I could hear everything.

She’d think about it? What was she doing? Jen? You need to know about Jen. She just wasn’t an upfront type of woman. She didn’t go in for an aggressive display. But I already told you that. Looks had something to do with it. I mean, sure she had a generous bosom and she attracted attention because of it. But she had always been insecure about her looks. She thought she wasn’t pretty. Which she wasn’t, I guess, in the way we all think about that. But she wasn’t unpretty, either. She was smallish, she wore glasses because she was short-sighted, she kept her hair cropped short because she said it was untidy long and, to be honest, she had a small bird-like mouth and a weakish chin. That’s being overly critical, though. She was hardly plain, for God’s sake. And she did have those bountiful tits.

I pressed my back against the wall thinking about all this. Within a few minutes they’d just about finished in the kitchen. “Well, I think we did pretty well,” Martin said.

“I suppose you did,” she said. “Go into the dining room and sit on the couch, both of you. I’ll be with you as soon as I get the dishwasher going.”

I slipped silently out the french doors and crouched behind a big and bushy potted golden cane. I could see into the dining room perfectly. The guys sat side by side, looking pleased with themselves. Shortly she came into the room and switched off the main overhead lights, leaving the room lit by two standard lamps. She stood a few steps away from them, hands on hips. “So,” she said. “You really expect me to do this?”

“We really do,” said Geoff. “I’ll go stark staring mad if you don’t.”

“I doubt that.” But she took off her glasses and put them aside.

“You said you would,” said Martin.

“I said I’d think about it.”

“Don’t torture us, Jen. Have mercy.”

Abruptly she whisked the shirt over her head and dropped it to the floor. I was watching from an angle but I could see her rigid nipples poking through the bra. She shifted her weight and stood calmly in front of them. A silence lengthened and grew.

“Jen?” It was Geoff.

“What?”

“Take it off.”

“Definitely not.”

“Please?”

Martin joined in. “We won’t tell anyone. Promise.”

“You’d better not,” she said. “I’d deny it anyway and nobody would believe you.”

“If you take it off I’ll give you my new car,” Geoff wheedled. “Here,” he said, fishing in his pockets. “Take the keys.”

She laughed. “You adore that car.”

“It’s worth it.”

“I’ll die of grief if you don’t,” Martin said, only half- teasing, I suspected. “This is my biggest fantasy. I can’t get so close and be denied. It will be the end of me.”

She had that smile on her face, the one I didn’t know. She reached tentatively around her back. I couldn’t believe my eyes. She had her hands on the clasp and she stopped. “I don’t believe I’m doing this,” she said softly. Then her hands moved and the bra was undone. She held it against her chest for a moment, then let it fall to the floor. Geoff and Martin inched forward on the couch, staring at her breasts.

Her breasts. It had been a while since I’d stared at them myself. I guess when you live side by side with somebody you stop paying attention after a time. She had big breasts, sure, but not super-big like those porn star mammary queens with beachball appendages. They were just full, round and heavy, completely natural. Now that I was looking, I could see she’d lost a little shape to gravity. Not much, though. She still pointed directly out in front but the whole weight of her was sitting, at the age of 28, just a bit lower.

Geoff spoke into the long silence. “Sensational,” he said.

“Do I live up to the fantasy?” Jen asked with a broad smile.

“Better. Way better,” Martin replied. Her smile became even broader.

“You know, we all have fantasies,” she said. Huh? What was this? She had always told me she didn’t.

“Yeah?” It was Geoff. “What’s yours?”

She giggled. “I couldn’t possibly tell you.” This was patently untrue. She wanted to be coaxed.

Geoff began the process. “We have a pact tonight, remember? This stays among the three of us. It’s our secret.”

“I just couldn’t,” she said shakily. She looked nervous and sounded a little breathless. She was, I could tell, deeply excited. “It’s, well, embarrassing. It’s a bit, I don’t know, I guess a bit wild.”

“What do you call wild?”

“Oh God. You expect me to describe it?” But she went straight on without pausing. It came out in a rush. “Well, I sometimes dream about being bare-breasted in front of a group of men and they’re, like, masturbating and I’m kneeling in front of them and they shoot their stuff all over my chest.” She stopped and covered her eyes with her hands. “I can’t believe I told you that.”

“Hell, we can do that,” said Martin.

“Hey, I wasn’t asking. I was just telling you, that’s all.”

Martin looked at Geoff. They reached a simple understanding. “Jen,” said Martin, “why don’t you get down on your knees?”

“No way. I couldn’t do it. Definitely not.”

“Get down on your knees,” said Geoff firmly.

She sank straight to her knees, her back straight and her breasts like a veranda deck. She looked up with wide eyes as the two men, friends, her good friends who were married to her good friends, got up from the couch. They unbuckled, unzipped, let their trousers fall to the floor and stepped out of them, kicking them aside.

“Now,” said Geoff to Jen. “Take down my briefs.”

She looked at his crotch close to her face, then up at his eyes and back to what was confronting her. She reached out and did what he asked, pulling out and down to free the erection that bounced out before her eyes.

“Now him.” She shuffled across on her knees and repeated the process with Martin. They looked reasonably sized without being remarkable, in similar proportion to what she was used to with me. She looked from one to the other. She was mouth-breathing.

“Start me off,” said Geoff. It was an order and he’d judged her correctly. She wanted to be told what to do, to have the burden, responsibility, and guilt of decision removed. She reached out to grasp his penis but he held her hand. “Not like that,” he said.

She looked up at his face. “You mean…?” She left the words hanging.

“You know what I mean.”

She took a deep breath and let it out in a long sigh. I could hear it plainly from six metres away. She bent her head and took him in her mouth, holding him with her left hand. I watched bewildered as she applied herself, her head bobbing slowly and evenly. This was Jen? My Jen? I mean, we’d done this plenty of times but it was by no means her favourite activity. It was always something of a gift she made to me, certainly not a wanton act of lust on her part.

Geoff gently pushed her head away. “Whew,” he said. “I’m close already. Go to Marty.”

She turned her head and grabbed Martin’s outthrust cock in her right hand, pulling him towards her. Still holding Geoff with her left hand, she dipped her head and opened her mouth wide to enclose him. His head jerked back and he looked briefly at the ceiling as she worked on him with her mouth and tongue. In a couple of minutes he was ready.

“Jen, back off now,” he said. She drew away and straightened her back as they both pumped furiously, their hands over hers. Martin pointed his shaft urgently at her breasts and she thrust her shoulders back, lifting her breasts forward. His first spurt landed directly on her right breast and he clutched himself, jerking, as he sprayed her in four or five powerful bursts. Geoff was adding his contribution before Martin was finished, sending ribbons of semen across her chest.

She fell back suddenly, hands free and weight on her heels, her chest area smeared with their sperm. Her head slumped forward and I thought she’d lost her balance. It looked as though she been knocked over by the primitive force of ejaculation. Then I realised. Both her hands were kneading at the crotch of her jeans and she was in the throes of orgasm.

A minute or two passed in silence. Then she raised her head. “Holy smoke,” she said.

“Jen, you look amazing,” said Martin.

She looked down at herself. Her breasts were daubed and besmeared and she had been sprayed from neck to waist. “Holy smoke,” she said again. “I don’t know what came over me.”

“I do,” said Geoff, and the three of them laughed together.

I could see it was all over. I got out of there, retreating carefully, shorts wet and messy with my own emissions although I couldn’t recall it happening. Via the back door I made my way to the bedroom, changed shorts, and climbed into bed. She came in quietly a few minutes later and I heard her running the shower in the bathroom. I watched under my eyelids when, fresh and clean, she stood in the dark beside the bed. She looked down at me for a minute or so, lingering, and then slipped under the sheets and backed her body into mine.

Of course I could have intervened at any stage. I was aware it was in my power to stop it. I made no move because I couldn’t stop wanting to know what was going to happen. I had a hard indigestible lump of jealousy in my stomach but it was not going to be impassable. I didn’t blame Geoff or Martin. I knew absolutely, because I saw it all, who had led this dance from go to whoa and she was sleeping beside me like an artless woman.

From that day to this I never said anything to her about her behaviour that night. That would have opened up a whole new zone of uncertainty in our comfortable and secure marriage. I don’t know why she behaved so uncommonly and I doubt she does either. Not with certainty, anyway. I do know it didn’t happen again, or at least I think I know. I’m pretty sure of it because I kept an eye out for the signals.

The dynamics of the group changed from that night. A month or so later, I ran into Kay in a dark corridor at a party and, on a whim and because I felt free to do it, I kissed her with fire and passion. She fell like a shot duck. We met for a luncheon tryst the next day and during that same afternoon, just as I had imagined, she clasped her long legs around my waist. We had a relaxed affair that lasted over 12 months and she was the best fuck of my life. Her husband Martin, the other half of the duo with my wife, never knew a thing about it.

Quiet Steve, of all people, ran off out of the blue with an Asian girl who spoke little English and I wound up sleeping with his wife Sandy for a bit. And so did Martin and Geoff, I discovered later.

I never fucked Vanessa but we had a hot grope one night in her car. I figured her husband Geoff deserved a little tit- for-tat, so to speak. She apologised for her small breasts which I found off-putting. Not her breasts; the apology.

All in all, too many secrets, betrayals and lies. The innocence of the group dissipated under the strain. But then work got serious and time-consuming and people didn’t seem to be available for simple fun and friendly Saturday night gatherings any more. Ah well, life’s like that in your thirties.


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