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I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Harvey, my husband of six years was on our patio with his friend Gary. They'd just finished playing golf and were having a drink under the shade of our umbrella. I'd been working on my flower beds, and I was currently no more than a couple of feet from the corner of the house. The patio was just around the corner. I heard Gary ask Harvey, "I didn't want to ask in front of the other guys, but have you had any luck getting Jill to loosen up yet?" "Nah" my husband answered with a sigh, "I keep throwing out little hints, but she just lets them fly by. I don't know if she doesn't understand, or if she's just intentionally ignoring them." Hints? Loosening up? What hints? Loosening up how? What the fuck were they talking about? "Sorry, buddy. I'm lucky. I didn't even have to say anything to Sharon. When our sex life started slowing down, she took matters into her own hands." "That's awesome!" Harvey replied. "Our sex life is on life support. I hope you don't mind me saying so, but Sharon is hot as fuck."

Sharon? Hot as fuck? I'd known Sharon since she and Gary got married. She was about as sexy as a lobster. She was overweight; she had no sense of fashion, and she snorted when she laughed. What the hell was 'hot as fuck' about that?

"Mind?" Gary asked with a chuckle, "Hell, knowing other guys think she's hot and want to fuck her just makes it even better. We talk about it, and those conversations always end with us having incredible sex."

Sharon? Other guys think she's hot and want to fuck her? Who are those 'other guys'?

My husband chuckled, "Well, ole buddy, you can put my name on that list."

What? Harvey? My husband thinks Sharon is hot and wants to fuck her? No way!


I was still fuming when Harvey came in after his shower. I was sitting in the den having a Martini. "What's for supper?" He asked me, obviously oblivious to my sour mood. "I've been working in the yard all day while you were out playing. I'm having a drink now. Is that okay?"

He stopped in his tracks and held up his hands in surrender, "Whoa! What's got your panties in a wad? I just asked what's for supper."

"I'm not hungry. You know where the kitchen is, don't you?"

My husband had never learned not to push me when I was in a bad mood. He walked over to the bar and poured himself three fingers of Scotch. After adding two ice cubes, he swirled it around and sat in his recliner. "Okay, I give. What did I do now?"

I pointed to his drink, "Pour me one of those and I might tell you."

He hadn't taken a drink, so he got up and handed me his glass. He took my empty Martini glass and returned to the bar to pour himself another. I waited until he was sitting again, "So, you want to fuck Sharon Mason, huh?"

He looked like I'd just nailed his cock to the floor. I could almost hear the gears turning in his brain. When it looked like he was just about to speak, I drove in another nail, "She's hot as fuck! Add your name to the list of men who want to fuck her! Am I misquoting you? Did I misunderstand? Go ahead. I can't wait for you to explain it to me."

"Okay" He finally said, "I guess this is as good a time as any to have this conversation."

"I'm listening." I scowled at him with flames shooting out of my eyes.

I'll give credit where it's due. My husband is an Alpha Male and a lawyer—a damn good lawyer. That fact was evidenced by the income he generated. He was not accustomed to losing, and for sure, not backing down from a fight.

"First, Sharon IS hot—not like you though. She doesn't have your looks or body, but sexy is as sexy does, and she's got it all over you in that department. Secondly, the wanting to fuck her part; when a man says that or something similar to another man about his wife or girlfriend, it's metaphorical. It's the ultimate compliment. It doesn't mean they literally WANT to fuck her."

I didn't relax my scowl as I let his explanation soak in. I still hadn't decided how to respond, so I threw back the remainder of my drink and went to the bar for another.

While my back was turned to him, I pulled the 'sexy is as sexy does, and she's got it all over you in that department' dagger out of my heart. If it had been a real dagger, I may have turned around and stabbed him with it.

I stayed at the bar with my back to him. "Sexy is as sexy does, huh? What does Sharon Mason do that is so sexy?"

"For one thing, at least when you and the other snooty wives aren't around, she's not opposed to sharing a dirty joke now and then."

"ME and the other SNOOTY wives?" I asked him with as much venom in my voice as I could muster.

"You asked." He said as he got to his feet. He walked around to the other side of our small bar to pour himself another drink.

I didn't want to look at him, especially not from that close. I was tempted to throw my drink in his face, so I turned around and walked over to the picture window and stared out. "So, that's what she does. She tells dirty jokes. I didn't realize that was the definition of being sexy."

And then my husband threw me a curve ball. I expected him to give me a list of what else Sharon does to be considered 'hot as fuck', but he didn't. Instead, he asked me, "Jill, are you happy with our sex life?"

I tried my best to explain, "Our lives are . . . we've been . . ." I almost said that other things have taken priority, but I knew how bad that would have sounded. Finally, I bowed my head, "No." In a much kinder, more compassionate voice, my husband said, "Maybe you should talk to Sharon."

I could only nod as tears began running down my cheeks.


In bed that night, long after Harvey had fallen asleep, I thought back over the last year. How many times had he presented me with flowers for no reason? How many times had I gone to bed, only to find a nice new piece of jewelry on my pillow? How many times had he suggested having a date night and encouraged me to go out and buy a new dress or outfit? The answer to all those questions was the same, many, many times.

I'd never equated those things with sex, only love. How many times had I pined all day for him to come home from work so that I could jump his bones and fuck him silly? Honestly, not in two or three years.

How many times had I woken him up on Saturday or Sunday morning with a blowjob? I couldn't remember the last time. How many times had I dressed sexy for him? Hell, I didn't even have anything like that left in my closet. For too long, I'd played the part of the prim and proper little wife.

I did stay in shape though. I worked out in our home gym three times a week. I ate healthy food. I swam, jogged, and power-walked miles at a time. Why did I do all of that? Was it to impress him? Was it to make him desire me? No, it wasn't any of those things. It was so his friends and business associates would see that he had a classy, beautiful wife—so they would see me as classy and proper—not sexy.

Damn! I said to myself. I hadn't done anything for him—absolutely nothing to make myself more desirable to him, to make him want to have sex with me.

It was difficult for me to admit, even to myself, but I'd turned on 'classy' and turned off 'sexy'. I finally fell asleep, but not before a question burned itself into my brain: Those two things, classy and sexy, are they mutually exclusive?


"Would you like a drink?" I asked Sharon Mason when showing her into our den.

She laughed out loud, "For the conversation we're about to have? Absolutely!"

I had to agree, "I'm sorry, I don't remember what you prefer."

"Anything is fine. Whatever you're having." "Scotch on the rocks?" I asked her.

"Perfect." And then she jumped right in, "So, Gary filled me in, sort of."

I decided to lay it all on the line. This was important to me, and important to my marriage. "I overheard a conversation between our husbands that I wasn't supposed to hear. According to them, you are 'hot as fuck' and all the husbands want to fuck you, including my husband. According to Harvey, our sex life is 'on life support'."

"Well, is it—on life support, I mean?"

"I didn't think so before, but yes, I guess it is." I answered truthfully.

"Okay then, we have a starting point." She told me as I handed her a Scotch. "Now, let's start with some basic facts: First, Harvey is a great catch, at least looking from the outside in. Secondly, you are a beautiful woman, and even though you try your best to hide it, you have a very sexy body."

"If you say so." I said, more than a little embarrassed about the praise of my looks. But then again, Harvey had said exactly the same thing, so maybe that's how others saw me.

"I only have one more question before we get into specifics."

"Okay," I told her. She looked me straight in the eyes, "Are we doing this for Harvey or for you?"

"I want to save my marriage." I answered.

She was still staring at me, and then she shook her head slightly, "Jill, I know all women aren't like me. I don't just like sex, I LOVE IT. I can't imagine going two weeks without it. I do what I do for me—not for Gary."

I thought about her words for a minute before telling her, "When we were dating, and for the first couple of years of marriage, our sex life was fantastic. And then . . ." I showed her a shrug. "I don't know what happened."

"You became domesticated. That's what happened." She said definitively.

"Both!" I answered her previous question.


"It's for both of us . . . me too."

She showed me a warm smile, "Alrighty then. Now we can get started."


"Would you be a doll and bring me a Martini?" I asked my husband. I'd timed things just right, jumping into the pool just as he was pulling into the garage. I was totally naked.

"Yes Ma'am", he said with a huge smile on his face.

When he emerged from the house with my drink in a plastic glass, and while handing it to me, he asked, "How does it feel?"

I took a sip of the Martini and grinned up at him, "Sexy." I told him truthfully. "Why don't you join me?"

He frowned, "I'd love to, but I have some calls I need to make. Can I have a rain check?"

"Of course," I said, trying to hide my disappointment.

He nodded and then turned to go back into the house. And then he stopped in his tracks. I watched as he tossed his cell phone onto one of the lounge chairs. And then he began removing his tie, then his shirt, and then he kicked of his shoes. When he was totally naked, he turned to me and said, "Those calls can wait. I'm going to fix myself a drink. I'll be right back."

We'd owned our home for three years, but that was the first time either of us had been naked in the pool. And for sure, it was the first time we had sex in the pool. I made a mental note to remember to thank Sharon.


I sat back in a lounge chair and sipped my second Martini while watching Harvey cooking pork chops on the outdoor grill. He always looked so distinguished, with his broad shoulders on his solid six-foot two inch frame. He had salt and pepper hair, with just the right mixture of salt, mostly above his ears. But now, he looked deliciously silly. He was naked underneath his cooking apron, his shapely butt sticking out of the back.

I'd thrown on a light shrug that covered my shoulders and upper arms, but I'd made sure not to cover my breasts or legs. It wasn't like he hadn't seen me naked thousands of times, but this was different. He hadn't seen me naked outside. Hell, I'd never even walked around our house naked. At the very least, I'd always had on a robe.

Every couple of minutes, he abandoned the pork chops on the grill to come over and lean down, giving me a tender kiss and running his hand from my knee to my crotch. And then he'd straighten up and smile down at me. "You're beautiful and sexy today."

I made a mental note of his saying 'today'. My lawyer husband didn't use words carelessly. I understood his use of that qualifier to mean, 'now that you're loosening up a little'. Who would have thought that an act as simple as skinny-dipping would elicit such a profound response?

We both went to bed nude that night, another first for us. I had him lay back, and then I kissed my way down to his semi hard cock. After licking and sucking him to full hardness, I straddled him and lowered my already wet pussy down onto him. I found it sad that I couldn't remember the last time I'd had my mouth on his cock.


I wasn't accustomed to talking about sex, but I found it easier with Sharon. When I called her and told her about the previous evening and night, she was thrilled for me.

"God, Jill, that's wonderful." She said into the phone. "And you haven't really even gotten started yet. I'm envious of all the fun you're going to have."

"Why?" I asked her, "You're way ahead of me in that department. Why would you be envious of me?"

She chuckled, "Because, Jill, it's new to you. There are so many things you can do, and they'll all be new. It takes me hours and hours to keep coming up with new things to do. It's worth it though . . . WAY worth it."

I understood, "I'll keep you posted. I may need some new ideas when I've exhausted this list."

"Maybe we're going to have to start having regular lunches to put our heads together."

For some reason, that idea made me laugh. Before overhearing the conversation between Harvey and Gary, I never would have dreamed I'd be talking about sex with anyone, and surely not actually meeting someone to plan sexual situations.


I was more than a little nervous. I hadn't been out by myself at night for years. It was Friday and still fairly early, so the nightclub was only sparsely populated with couples and a few single men. It was a nice enough place though—one that Sharon had recommended. I sat in a booth in the dimly lit back of the club and ordered a Scotch on the rocks.

At eight p.m. the band started. They were a country band, but they played some rock and roll as well.

"Would you like to dance?" A rather handsome man asked me with a wide smile.

He appeared to be in his early forties. I returned his smile and told him, "I just got here. If you give me half an hour or so and ask me again, the answer will be yes."

He nodded, tipped his imaginary hat and said, "I'll be waiting with bells on."

"Whew!" I said in a low voice. And then I whispered, "Okay, Jill, that wasn't so bad. You can do this."

That man asking me to dance was confirmation that I'd chosen my new outfit well. I'd purchased a pair of western boots, snug blue jeans, western belt, a light blue push-up bra with half cups, and a light blue tank top that was cut low enough to show plenty of cleavage and was long enough to tuck in. While my C cup breasts didn't really need a push-up bra, I'd worn it for the extra effect. I loved the way it made my breasts bulge from the half cups.

Even though the growing crowd wasn't young by any means, for some reason I felt old. I was only thirty-two, but I hadn't been out like this in years. They all just looked so relaxed, shaking hands with other patrons, and waving to others.

"I'm sorry." I said to the next man that asked me to dance. "I'm not quite ready yet, and I've already promised the first one. I hope you'll ask me again later."

I glanced at my watch. Harvey would have been home for over an hour. He would have already read my note. It said:

"Hi lover. I felt like going out tonight. If you care to come out, I'll be at the club 'Borrowed Money' on Central Expressway. You don't have to come, and if you do, you don't need to hurry. I'll just be having a drink and dancing with strange men. Take a shower, dress casually, and leave your wedding ring at home. I did. Oh, and if you decide to come out dancing, don't arrive before nine. And if you have any ideas about trying to pick me up, you'll have to get in line and work for it. Someone will, and who knows, I might just pick you. Smooch!"

Of course, Sharon and I had worked on the wording for over an hour. When we had it nailed, we clinked our glasses together and laughed out loud for a long while.

I'd just ordered my second Scotch when the first man showed back up at my table. The song was a slow one. I offered him my hand, and he helped me to my feet. "I'm David." He told me when I was standing.

I told him my name was Jill, and a few seconds later, I was polishing his belt buckle on the dance floor. He was a good dancer, about the same height as Harvey. I'm only five-eight, so I had to reach up to put my one hand on his shoulder.

When the song was over, I glanced around, but I didn't see Harvey. That was a good thing. It wasn't nine yet, so if he was coming, he was following my instructions. Of course, I knew he would come.

I had no sooner thanked David for the dance and sat down before the second man was there with his hand out. He was a little younger, perhaps mid thirties. The song was a lively two-step, which I hadn't done in years, although it had always been my favorite dance.

I was lucky twice in a row. Jeremy was a great dancer as well—way out of my league, but he didn't seem to mind toning it down to my level. "I haven't seen you in here before." He said immediately after spinning me around and then hauling me back in.

I showed him a smile and held up my left hand. He could clearly see the pale ring around my finger where a wedding ring had been. "Sorry." He offered.

"Thanks, but I'm over it, or at least I'm working on getting that way."

He grinned, "There's nothing like a good dose of alcohol and some boot scootin to make your troubles go away."

"And a handsome, virile cowboy to dance with." I told him with my best imitation of a sexy, flirting tone.

When the song ended, even before we were off of the dance floor, I saw David already heading to my table. I didn't have anything against him, but I liked Jeremy better. I turned and put my hand on Jeremy’s chest, "Why don't we wait and see what they play next?"

He beamed with a wide smile, "I'd love that."

While waiting on the dance floor to empty and the next song to start, I reached up and slid my hands around Jeremy's neck. "God! I haven't done this in forever."

He slid his hands around my waist, "Then I'm glad you decided to come out tonight. And I'm glad I did too. Please don't think I'm being too forward, but your ex is an idiot to let a sexy woman like you get away."

I chuckled, "Why, thank you, kind sir. You could have said 'fucking idiot'. I wouldn't have minded."

The next song was a slow one. It was obvious within seconds that my flirting was having the desired effect. Jeremy pulled me tightly to his five-ten slender body until my breasts were smashed into him. A minute into the song, one of his hands slid from my waist down to my butt. He didn't knead it or grip it. He just rested his hand there.

I didn't look around the club. I didn't want to know if Harvey was there and watching, but I hoped he was. That was, after all, the whole point. I wanted him to watch his sexy wife flirting and being flirted with. I wanted his blood to boil with jealousy and lust.

When it was time, Jeremy escorted me back to my table with his arm around my shoulders. "I'll let you rest for a minute or two, but not for too long." He said with a chuckle.

When I finally scanned the club, I saw Harvey sitting at the bar. I glanced at my watch and saw that it was five after nine. He'd been right on time. Even though he was facing away from the dance floor, it was obvious he could clearly see it in the large mirror behind the bar. He was obviously playing along with the game, not sitting there overtly watching me, but biding his time to see what was going to happen.

Over the next hour, I danced with David again, Jeremy several times, and two other men. Jeremy was the only one who took liberties. Every slow song, he planted his hand firmly on my ass, but he'd moved past just resting his hand there. Instead, he kneaded my flesh through my jeans. I have to admit to it turning me on more than a little.

The last time Jeremy escorted me to my table, he asked, "Jill, may I join you at your table?"

I showed him a friendly smile, "Not tonight. It's my first time out in a very long time, and I'm enjoying all the attention. I hope you'll still dance with me some more though."

He took the rejection graciously. "Of course."

The band took a break, and the jukebox was fired up. A slow song came on that Harvey and I had danced to many times when we were dating. Sure enough, I watched him slowly make his way through the other patrons to my table.

"Would you like to dance, Ma'am?"

"Yes I would." And I offered him my hand.

When we got to the dance floor and began dancing, he said, "I'm Harvey."

"Jill" I said, showing him a friendly smile.

"It's nice to meet you, Jill. I've been watching you from afar for a while now."

"Oh? Why are you just now asking me to dance?"

"It looked like you were getting pretty tight with that lanky cowboy, and I didn't want to cramp your style."

I giggled, "Jeremy is sweet, and a fantastic dancer. He wanted to join me at my table, but I told him it was my first night of freedom after being dumped by my asshole husband, so I wanted to play the field."

"Sorry to say this, but your husband must have been a lot more than an asshole to dump a beautiful, sexy woman like you."

"Thank you. That's exactly what Jeremy said."

"Well, I won't ask to join you at your table, but I would consider it an honor if you'll let me buy you a drink."

"Why, thank you. Scotch, if you please." I said with a big smile.

When Harvey escorted me back to my table, I placed my hand on his chest and smiled up at him, "Don't be a stranger."

He smiled back at me, "Trust me, I won't."

After that, I knew Harvey was all in. If he hadn't been enjoying the game, he would have let me know, even if only with a look or a tone. Quite the contrary, he seemed to be really into it. I'm sure part of him was curious how far I'd take it. I was curious about that too, but the alcohol was helping me feel sexy and naughty, and I loved it. I hadn't had so much fun in years.

I could tell Jeremy was starting to feel his oats. During the last dance, his hands were really roaming over my back, sides, and ass. When he escorted me to my table, he said, "I have an overwhelming urge to kiss you."

I smiled at him, "So, are you waiting on a written invitation?"

Hearing that, he immediately drew me to him and kissed me. But when he tried to make it a French kiss, I pulled my head back and put my hand on his chest, pushing him away. "Whoa, cowboy. Let's keep it friendly."

He appeared to be really embarrassed. The next time I saw him, he was heading for the exit.

With Jeremy not taking up so many of my dances, Harvey and two other men filled the void. I almost laughed when, during a slow song, I slithered into Harvey enough to feel his semi erect cock between us. I pulled my head off his shoulder enough to tilt my head and grin at him with a raised eyebrow. He just grinned back at me.

When that song was over, Harvey asked me, "Are you ready for another drink?"

I showed him a naughty grin, "Only if you deliver it yourself and bring your own drink with you."

He nodded and hurried to the bar. When he returned, I scooted over next to the wall and patted the seat beside me. When he slid into the booth, I immediately put my hand on his thigh.

He shot me a look. "What?" I asked him.

He grinned, "If I didn't know better, I'd swear you're trying to seduce me."

"No, I'm not. If I was trying to seduce you, I'd do this." And I moved my hand up until it was resting on his crotch."

While my hand was still there, Harvey said, "I'd try to kiss you, but I saw what happened to the last guy who tried that."

"He'd had one too many." I told him. "You haven't had one too many, have you?" I asked him, tightening my grip on his crotch. I could clearly feel his cock beginning to grow.

He chuckled, "No, not yet."

I released his crotch, "Okay then." And I repeated what I said to Jeremy, "Are you waiting on a written invitation?"

A half second later, Harvey was kissing me passionately. "Whew!" I said when we broke our kiss, and I wasn't kidding. I couldn't remember the last time he kissed me like that. I could feel the wetness in my pussy. "I think we should go somewhere more private and continue that?"

He chuckled, "My car has a big back seat."

I knotted my brows, "Does it have room service?"

"No, but there's a nice hotel up the street that does."

"Much better. Let's go."

"Aren't you going to finish your drink?"

"I can wait for room service." I told him.

As we were walking out, he stopped me. "Aren't you forgetting something?"


"There were two men dancing with you all night. Shouldn't you at least say thank you?"

When I saw the sly grin on his face, I cocked a brow, "Oh? How good of a 'thank you' do you think they deserve?"

"Were they nice? Were they gentlemen? Did they treat you with respect?"


"Then the 'thank you' should be reflective of that."

I stared at him for a long time, but his daring expression didn't change. "Okay" I told him, "I'll go thank them properly."

Wow! Harvey WAS really getting into the game. Okay then, I'll play. I walked up to the first man. When he saw me coming, he stood up. "Hi, I'm getting out of here." I said, tilting my head toward Harvey. "But I couldn't leave without giving you a proper thank you for dancing with me so many times."

He smiled, "It was my pleasure."

"And this is going to be my pleasure." That said, I put my arms around his neck and gave him a very passionate kiss. When I pulled my lips away from his, I purred, "Thanks again."

"Any time," He said with a wide smile on his face.

I had to walk right past Harvey to get to the other man. On the way by him, I shot him a "that'll teach you to dare me" look. But damn him, he still had that same challenging grin.

Before I got to the second man, I was determined to wipe that expression off of Harvey's face. He saw me coming too, and I'm sure he'd seen me kiss the other man. "I just want to say thank you for all the dances."

He was a much larger, very muscular man, and he was ruggedly handsome.

He chuckled, "Do I get the same kind of thank you the other guy got?"

"If that's what you want."

"What's your husband going to say?"

"My husband?" I asked, confused.

The man grinned at me, "Lady, I wasn't born yesterday. A lot of husbands and wives play the game you're playing. I made him for your husband the first time the two of you danced."

"Okay, you're right. So are you going to play along or not?"

"It will be my pleasure." And with that, he put his hand behind my head and drew me in for a very long, very passionate kiss. During our kiss, his other hand went to my ass and groped it. His hand that was behind my head slid down and began kneading my breast.

Holy shit! That was one hot, hot, hot kiss. Even after he finally broke that kiss, he didn't release my breast. Instead, he spun me around so that Harvey could see where his hand was. And then he released my breast and slapped me hard on the ass. "Have fun tonight!"

None of what had just happened seemed to affect Harvey in the least. When we walked by that man on the way out, the man winked at us.

"What was all the conversation about?" Harvey asked me when we were outside.

"He knew you are my husband. He said he figured it out early on, so he played along. I'm sorry. I didn't know he was going to do all that."

"Did it hurt you?"

I thought to myself, what a question. "No."

"Then if there's no harm, there's no foul. It all comes with playing games like that. Half the fun is not knowing what's going to happen."



"You need to take me somewhere and fuck me now."

"Yes, Ma'am!"


"Holy shit!" I panted when Harvey rolled off of me for the third time. When I could, I glanced at the clock. It was after four a.m., and we'd been fucking for hours.

Harvey went to the wet bar and took out two small bottles of Scotch. He poured them into two glasses, added ice, and then handed me one. Before getting back into bed, he picked up the phone and asked the concierge to send him up a pack of Marlboro Lights.

When he hung up the phone, I scolded him, "You haven't smoked in three years. What are you doing?"

"I haven't fucked like that in three years either. I want a cigarette. Don't give me a hard time about it, please."

"Yes, sir."

Later, after Harvey put out his cigarette and we were fading off, I teased my fingers through the hair on his chest and asked him, "What did you like best about tonight?"

"Last night." He corrected me.

I slapped his chest, "Don't get all technical on me. Just answer the question, please."

"Okay, okay, no need for violence. I liked all of it, especially the last part."

"The part where . . ."

"Yes, that part."


"Are you sure that isn't going too far?" I asked Sharon.

We were in her den having an after lunch glass of wine. It had been a week since I'd played that game at the dance club for Harvey. He'd come home horny every day since. And he'd found me naked in either the pool or the kitchen every one of those days. Twice, we didn't even come out of the bedroom long enough for dinner.

When I filled Sharon in on the details of the week, she just laughed. I never thought I'd be talking to anyone about such things, but I was finding it easier and easier to talk to her.

"Too far?" She scolded me with her tone, "Have I been right so far?"

"Yes," I answered honestly.

"Then you're just going to have to trust me." She insisted.

"Okay, it's just that . . ."

She leaned over and put her hand on my arm, "Trust me, Jill. You'll be fine. Just follow my lead."


When Harvey and Gary got to our home after their regular Saturday golf game, they found me and Sharon naked in the pool. As scripted, we walked up the steps and over to hug and greet our respective husbands. They didn't seem to mind that we were wet.

My emotions were conflicted. Blatantly walking naked out of the water in front of a man other than my husband was way off the scale of bold and nerve- racking for me. But on the other hand, seeing the way Gary looked at my body made me feel somewhat proud of the time and effort I’d put into staying in great shape.

After kissing Gary, Sharon looked over to Harvey and said, "Hi Harv." I looked at Gary, "Hi".

His response was more enthusiastic than Harvey's had been to Sharon, "Well hello, hello. It's really good to SEE you."

Sharon and Harvey both laughed, but the best I could muster was a forced smile. Finally, I regained a slight bit of my composure. I pointed to the items on the small table beside the grill, "The steaks are in the marinade and the corn on the cob is soaking in a pitcher of water."

Sharon tossed me a towel, "We're going in to make ourselves a drink. You two can relax for like five seconds before you start cooking."

When we got inside, Sharon asked me, "That wasn't so bad, was it?"

I answered honestly, "I kept forgetting to breathe."

She laughed out loud and put a hand on my arm, "You're doing fine. Did you see the look on their faces when we walked out of the pool? That was priceless."

I handed Sharon her drink, and after we clanked glasses, she said, "I thought Gary's eyeballs were going to pop out of his head when he saw you." And then she shocked me by adding, "Just like mine did earlier."

Sharon was shorter than me and stocky, but she was still sexy. She had great breasts that had to be at least DD cups. Harvey noticed. That was very obvious.

"I'm surprised you don't have imprints of Harvey's eyeballs on your breasts." I said with a chuckle.

"Tits. They're tits." She corrected me. "Especially when you refer to them in front of a man, or in this case, men. They love it when a woman uses the word tits. 'Breasts' is too clinical. Trust me, when men are talking amongst themselves, they will never say 'breasts'."

"Got it!" I told her, even though I didn't really like the term 'tits'. I thought it sounded too vulgar. But then again, we were walking around naked in front of each other's husbands, so I guessed being a little vulgar wasn't too much of a stretch.

"Okay, then let's get back out there and use the big three to insure we both get properly fucked tonight."

"The big three?" I questioned her with a giggle.

"Tits, pussy and ass."

I had to laugh out loud at that.


When we got back outside, we covered two chairs with our towels and sat in the shade of the umbrella. The men had just started cooking, but they kept looking around at us and then whispering to each other. I couldn't imagine what they were saying, but I was sure it wasn't anything appropriate for our ears—or at least mine.

When it was time to eat, Sharon and I put on robes. "Awwww, what's that all about?" Gary complained.

Sharon answered for us, "We were afraid if you tried to eat steak while your eyes are glued to our tits, you'd either slice off a finger or chew your tongue off."

"Hey, I can look at tits and eat steak at the same time." Harvey defended.

Sharon put down her knife and fork and opened her robe. She shook her huge brea—tits at my husband. "Don't worry, sugar, you're going to have plenty of time to gawk at these babies after we finish eating."

"Now I feel cheated." Gary said with a mock pout of his lips.

"Okay," I giggled. Then I opened my robe and shook my tits at him for a few seconds. When I glanced over at Harvey, he had a huge smile on his face. He was beaming with what I assumed was pride at my boldness.

Sharon noticed it too. "So, Harvey, what do you think about your wife showing my husband her tits like that?"

He shrugged, "I'm cool with it."

That made Sharon laugh out loud for half a minute. When she could, she said, "Hell, you're WAY more than cool with it. You're beaming like the cat that just ate the canary."

"I'm just glad she's loosening up. That's all." He responded with a blush.

"She said that guy feeling her up last weekend really turned you on. That kind of shit turns Gary on too, as long as it doesn't go too far."

"You're damn right it does." Gary confirmed. "I think it's hot as shit."

I looked at my husband, but he just raised his eyebrows and shrugged.

I felt the need to say something, so I looked over at Sharon, "I think we married a couple of perverts." And then I giggled to let them know I was just kidding. In truth, I wasn't, but I was willing to play along with just about anything if it resulted in the kind of sex sessions Harvey and I had the past week. Even past my own pleasure, I'd never seen him look so happy and content in our marriage, so I focused on that and told myself it was a small price to pay. When I began to doubt that, I just remembered Harvey's words, 'did it hurt you?' and when I said 'no', his response was, 'no harm no foul'.

When the dishes were done and the grill cleaned, Sharon and I went back into the pool. She began teasing the men about being too shy to get naked and come in with us. Finally, they succumbed to the pressure, stripped down and jumped in.

I was a little surprised that neither of them were fully hard, but they weren't exactly soft either—semi hard. I was no expert on cocks. I wasn't a virgin when Harvey and I got married, but I could count my previous sex partners on my fingers. To my eye, Gary's looked about the same as Harvey's, which was about average.

Sharon and I were about three feet apart on the opposite side of the pool from where our husbands jumped in. They swam immediately over to us, Harvey to me, and Gary to Sharon.

After we'd given our respective husbands a passionate kiss, Sharon giggled wildly. "What?" I asked her.

"We've been on parade in front of them for almost two hours, but when they got naked, they jumped in the water as fast as they could. I barely got a glimpse of Harvey's cock."

I played along, "What do you think we should do about that?"

She giggled again, "Let's get them hard and make them get out and stand right up here and let us look."

I had to laugh at that. "I love it!" I said honestly, happy to turn the tables on our men.

Gary said,"Shit, if you want to see me hard, you just have to give me more looks at Jill's tits."

"Oh no." I scolded him. This is about cocks, not tits."

"I can handle this one, if you've got yours." Sharon told me. "But if you need some help, just let me know."

"Got it under control," I told her as I reached down and grabbed my husband's already growing cock.

"Hell, mine is almost already there." She purred, "How about yours."

"It's getting there." I said with a giggle. When I looked back to Harvey, he was grinning at me. He looked like he'd just won the lottery.

And then he asked only loud enough for me to hear, "Where have you been all my life?"

God! I almost melted. I felt my pussy twitch several times. For some reason, that simple question made me so proud and love him so much; I just wanted to fuck him right there on the spot. That made everything I'd done, and everything I was doing, and everything I was going to do, totally worth the small effort it took. At that moment, he could have asked me to go stand on my head on the diving board, and I would have tried my best to do it.

"Have you got him ready yet?" Sharon asked me. "If I don't stop, I'm afraid this one is going to cum in your pool."

"Yep, he's ready." I giggled.

"Okay, boys, climb out right here and let us have a look." Sharon ordered them in a voice of authority.

I couldn't help but laugh when they began crawling out of the pool. They looked absolutely helpless while trying not to scr*pe their hard cocks on the concrete.

"Hey, no laughing." Gary said, "Laughing isn't good for hard cocks."

Of course, that just caused me and Sharon to laugh harder.

I'd been right in my assessment. Their two cocks looked almost identical, except that Harvey's was an itsy bit thicker.

After a full minute, Sharon ordered them, "Okay, now sit down with your feet in the water. When they were both sitting, Sharon crooked a finger to me. And when I was beside her, she slid one hand around my waist and pulled me tight to her. And then she reached up and slid her other hand around her husband's cock. "Not bad, huh?"

"No." I agreed, "Not bad at all."

And then she pushed me to the left until we were in front of Harvey. Again, she reached up and slid her fingers around the hard cock in front of us, "Oh, nice. He's a little thicker. Lucky you."

And then she put a foot against the side of the pool and pushed off, pulling me into the middle of the pool with her. "Okay, boys, you can get back in the water now."

I tried to evaluate my feelings about Sharon feeling of my husband's hard cock. Honestly, it didn't bother me at all, which surprised me. It was, after all, just harmless fun. There was nothing serious about it. She'd only touched it for like fifteen seconds. 'No harm, no foul.'

Sharon must have sensed my mental debate. She whispered to me, "Was I out of line?"

I looked her right in the eyes, "No, it was cool."

"Are you sure."

I put a hand on each of her shoulders, "Yes, Sharon, it was no big deal." She giggled, "It was kind of a big deal." And we both laughed.


Over the next hour, there was some more teasing and flirting, and then it was time for them to leave. Before they got dressed, Sharon whispered to me, "Time for the big finale."

I took a deep breath and nodded, "Okay", but in truth, I was wishing I had time for one more drink.

Sharon sashayed right up to Harvey, "Time for us to go. I'm guessing you want your hug now rather than after I get dressed."

"That works for me." My husband eagerly agreed.

Sharon looked over to me, "You may not want to watch this." And then she moved in and gave my husband a full body hug before kissing him passionately.

Gary grabbed my arm and turned me to him. A second later, he pulled me to him. He kissed me in the same fashion his wife was kissing my husband.

I was just able to see Harvey and Sharon out of my peripheral vision, so I didn't try to pull away from Gary. When the four of us broke our kisses, Sharon backed up to my husband and pulled his hands up to her tits. And then she shot me an "I dare you" look.

What could I do? I spun around in Gary's arms. I didn't have to guide his hands or encourage him in any way. His hands were cupping and kneading my tits in a flash.

And so there we were. We were all standing there, Gary behind me, his hands on my tits, and Sharon with her back to my husband with his hands groping her huge tits.

I don't think it was Gary's hands on my tits that made my pussy start gushing. I think it was the situation, the look on my husband's face, the look on Sharon's, the feel of Gary's hard cock pressing into my lower back, and knowing that Harvey's cock was poking Sharon in the same fashion.

In my mind, that should have lasted a few seconds, if even that long. But that wasn't the case. It lasted two minutes if a second. All the while, my eyes were bouncing from Sharon's to my husband's. Both had big smiles on their faces.

Gary's hands were busy on my tits. I leaned back into him and turned my head slightly, "Having fun?"


And then I looked at my husband, "Gary's having fun."

Harvey's grin got even bigger, "So am I."

The next thing I knew, Sharon shifted her hips to the side and took my husband's cock into her hand. Then she looked right at me, "You're going to have fun with this tonight."

I reached behind me and wrapped my fingers around her husband's hard cock, "So are you."

She giggled, "That's what this is all about, isn't it?" And with that, she spun around and kissed my husband passionately again.

None of this was planned. Sharon had told me to just follow her lead, so I did. I turned and kissed her husband again.

Finally, I pushed away from Gary. Sharon separated from Harvey. I knew what was coming, and this was the part I was dreading most. Sharon crooked a finger to me, and seconds later, she and I were hugging, tits smashed together, her knee between my legs, mine between hers, and both of us rubbing our pussies on each other's leg.

She looked me in the eyes, "Are you ready?" She asked me, not caring that both of our husbands could hear.

I nodded, so she pulled my mouth to hers and gave me a kiss that curled my toes.

When she withdrew her mouth and tongue from mine, she said to our husbands, "She's a great kisser." And then she kissed me again. That wasn't in the plan. It was supposed to be one kiss and done.

What happened next wasn't in the plan either. She backed off and spun me around. Both of her hands were on my tits. "She has awesome tits, doesn't she, Gary?"

"Absolutely!" Her husband responded.

And then Sharon whispered in my ear, "shhhh, just roll with it." And with that, she asked my husband, "Do you like watching me feel up your wife?"

"Hell yeah!" he responded enthusiastically.

I was lost in the moment. My pussy was on fire. I turned my head and used one hand to grab her hair and pull her mouth to mine. While we were kissing, Sharon moved one of her hands lower and began rubbing my clit with her fingers.

"Oh God!" I moaned as I came. My knees grew weak, so I had to break away and sit on the nearest lounge chair.

The guys both laughed when Sharon exclaimed, "My work here is done. We can go now." (.)(.)

"I can't believe you did that . . . that I did that." I told Sharon while we were sitting in her den sharing a drink.

She tilted her head and grinned at me, "Before we talk about that, how did that night go for you, and the nights since?"

"Do you have to ask?"

She laughed out loud, "No. I'm guessing your pussy is as sore as mine. Gary has been acting like a fucking teenager all week."

I nodded, "Same for Harvey. He's been a maniac."

She grinned, "So now, do you want to complain about what we did?"

I considered her words, "No, I guess not, but still . . ."

"Still smill," Sharon scolded me. "You need to grow the fuck up. You agreed that we would kiss each other. I didn't force you to do that."

"But I didn't agree to . . . the rest."

She mocked me, "Oh, poor baby. You came so hard you couldn't stand up. Does it really matter who made it happen? We were putting on a show for our husbands, that's all. We're not going to go lez for each other."

"I know, but . . ."

Sharon rolled her eyes. "Hey, don't think you're the only one who is treading on new territory. I kissed a woman for Gary once at a dance, but I've never done anything close to what you and I did. I didn't plan it. I just rolled with the moment, just like you did. You need to get over it so we can start thinking about what to do next to keep our husbands acting like horny teenagers."

I considered what she was saying, and I came to the conclusion she was right. Nothing we'd done had hurt either of us, and we'd both reaped an incredible benefit from doing it. "Okay, what's next?" I asked her.


We both left our husbands the same note for them to find the next Friday evening when they came home from work. The notes said simply: "The Western Electric club, nine p.m."

Sharon and I arrived at the club at seven thirty. She was dressed in a white halter and jeans. The halter had no chance of containing her massive tits. I wore a newly purchased white tube top, no bra, and short black leather skirt, no panties. I almost died when she picked it out for me, but she'd shamed me into buying it.

No more than a couple of minutes after finding a fairly private booth in the corner of the club, Sharon spotted two young men sitting at a table near the dance floor. They were both fairly handsome cowboy looking guys.

"I'll be right back." She told me, even before our first drinks had arrived at our table.

I watched as Sharon leaned over their table and started talking to the two young men. I chuckled to myself when I realized the view they must have had of her massive tits spilling out of her halter right in front of them. The next thing I knew, she was heading back to our table with the two young men in tow.

Sharon introduced me to Jason and Buddy. She had Jason slide in beside me, while Buddy took a seat on her side of the booth. I calculated that I got the better of that deal. Jason was much better looking than Buddy. They both seemed to be in their mid twenties.

All seated, Sharon started, "Okay, here's the deal: In about an hour, our husbands are going to be here. They aren't going to sit with us. They'll sit where they can watch us."

Jason spoke up, "I don't have a good feeling about this. Is there going to be trouble?"

Sharon and I both laughed. I put my hand on Jason's arm, "Sugar, if you play along, you're more likely to get tipped than beaten up."

Buddy chimed in, "Okay, what do we have to do?"

Sharon looked him right in the eyes, "Do you know how to make out with a girl?"

"Duh!" Jason answered for his friend.

"Well, when our husbands show up, you're going to get to make out with us, and a whole lot more. Do you think you can handle that?"

"More, as in . . ." Buddy inquired.

"Give me your hand." Sharon ordered him sternly.

When he offered her his hand, she took it and slid it inside her halter. "Does that answer your question?"

Jason looked over at me with pleading eyes. I rolled mine. "What? Do you think you need some practice?"

He chuckled, "Of course."

So I leaned back in the booth and said, "Okay, you have fifteen seconds." He didn't hesitate. He had one hand under my tube top in a flash. I was watching everyone else in the room, but none of them were paying any attention.

In truth, my pussy was already getting soaked. If we hadn't been in a public place, I wouldn't have been able to force myself to stop him.

This was way beyond what I expected to do. I was sitting in a night club with a total stranger’s hand inside my top and feeling me up. On the one hand, I was mortified that I was letting that happen, but on the other hand, it made me feel deliciously naughty.

After a long while, I said, "Okay, that's enough. Now, are you two going to play along or not?"

Buddy still had his hand busy inside Sharon's halter, "Hell yeah! Count me in."

I looked at Jason, "I'm there." He responded. And then he added, "Your husbands are idiots."

Sharon laughed at that and pulled Buddy's hand out of her halter, "Idiots, huh? Well, they're going to be fucking us tonight while you're choking your chicken. So, you can play along, or we'll find another two guys. I'm sure we won't have that much trouble finding someone to help us."

"I'm in." Jason said, and his friend quickly made it unanimous.

For the next hour, Sharon and I danced and drank, danced and drank. Buddy and Jason quickly caught on to how we wanted them to dance slow dances with us, running their hands over us, groping our asses, kissing us just enough so as not to get us kicked out of the club.

Finally, Gary showed up and took a seat near the dance floor. Harvey joined him five minutes later.

Back in our booth, Sharon covertly let the boys know which men were our husbands. "Now, don't be shy when we dance, or back here in the booth. I promise, they won't do any more than watch."

Jason was on me in a flash, kissing me passionately and trying to get his hand under my tube top. "Whoa, cowboy" I said only loud enough for him to hear. "There will be plenty of time for all that. Go slow and tease me. I'll let you know when to go further."

"Okay," he responded in a frustrated voice.

For the next hour, we danced, flirted, kissed, and fondled each other. And then the band played the right song, "Cocaine". Sharon got up and offered me her hand. Seconds later, she and I were on the dance floor, slithering our bodies against each other's. Thirty seconds before the song ended, she pulled me in and kissed me passionately, running her hands up and down my body.

Of course, all the men in the club were whooping and hollering, especially our husbands. By the time we got back to our booth, our young companions weren't the only ones going crazy. My pussy was soaking wet and begging for attention.

The minute I was seated again and Jason slid in beside me; I took his hand and guided it under my skirt. His eyes shot open when he realized I wasn't wearing panties. Seconds later, he had two fingers inside me, and I was coming.

"Wow!" Sharon giggled, "That didn't take long." And then she said to Buddy and Jason, "One more kiss, do what you want with your hands, and then we have to go."

On the way to the exit, Sharon reached into her purse and pulled out the piece of paper with our hotel and suite number on it. She casually dropped it on our husbands' table on the way by them.

When we got outside, I hugged Sharon, "Holy shit!"

She laughed and hugged me to her, "That was hot as fuck. I'm horny as hell, but the night is young. We're just getting started."

I couldn't help myself. I pulled her in for a kiss right there in the parking lot. I loved kissing her, but never more than at that moment.


While we were waiting on the taxi, Sharon looked at me and said, "That's the first time we've done that."

"What?" I asked her.

"Kissed just for us, not for our husbands."

I winced, "Sorry, I just felt like doing it."

"Hell," She said with a chuckle, "You don't have to apologize to me. I enjoyed the fuck out of it, even more than when we're doing it for them."

"I'll keep that in mind." I told her.


When we got to our suite, my eyes shot open. Sharon had told me it was a very nice two room suite. I assumed the beds would be in different rooms. I was wrong. The first room was a living room area with a bar. The back room was the bedroom. It had two queen-size beds, only a few feet apart. The implications of that hit me like a sledge hammer between the eyes. We'd be fucking our husbands in the same room at the same time.

As planned, when our husbands arrived, we were sitting on the sofa in the living area. We were both totally naked, and kissing each other passionately. After maybe fifteen seconds, we broke our kiss and looked at them.

Sharon giggled, "Hello boys."

Harvey spoke up, "Please don't let us interrupt you."

"Oh?" I asked my husband, "Do you like watching us make out?"

Harvey and Gary said in unison, "Hell yeah!"

Sharon was kneading my tit as she asked them, "More than watching us with those two young boys in the club."

"That was hot as fuck too." Gary responded, "But what you're doing now is even hotter."

Sharon giggled and looked at me, "What do you think, Jill? Should we give them one more show before we let them fuck us?"

"They haven't done anything to deserve another show yet. I think they should get undressed and order us drinks from room service."

"Yes, a bottle of Scotch." Gary said into the phone, and then he hung up.

"Do you have money for a tip?" Sharon asked our husbands as they were getting undressed.

When Gary produced a ten, Sharon told him, "Give it to me."

Both men and I laughed. We all knew what was coming.

Sure enough, ten minutes later, Sharon answered the knock on the door. She didn't just crack the door though. She pulled it all the way open. The older black gentleman, at least if he was able to pull his eyes from Sharon's nakedness, could have easily seen me sitting naked on the sofa and our husbands leaning against the small bar, also totally naked.

When she closed the door and waggled the bottle of Scotch at us, all three of us hooted and clapped.

When Gary handed us our glasses of Scotch, I had to giggle. His cock was hard and waving proudly right in front of my face. "I don't think he needs another show."

Gary scolded me, "Oh no, you're not going to back out now. We've held up our side of the deal. It's show time."

Our husbands pulled two chairs from the small half table and sat a few feet away facing us. I took a sip of my drink, not unhappy with the situation at all. I'd found that I really loved kissing Sharon, and the prospect of doing more of that caused my juices to start flowing even more than they already were.

While we were still sipping our drinks, I couldn't resist the urge to reach over and begin lightly feeling of Sharon's awesome tits. She gave me a sideways glance and showed me a wink.

"So, boys," She asked our husbands, "What part of what went on at the club did you like the best?"

Harvey didn't hesitate, "The two of you making out on the dance floor. The whole place went crazy."

"Yeah, that was hot as fuck." Gary agreed.

"That was hotter than us making out with those boys and letting them feel up our tits?"

"Oh yeah!" My husband responded enthusiastically.

I squeezed Sharon's tit and purred to her, "We'll have to remember that."

We finally set our glasses aside and turned toward each other. Sharon whispered in my ear, "I'm going to take it up a notch. Are you okay with that?"

I bit my lip and nodded. Seeing my response, Sharon gave me a short kiss. She ended it by pulling back a little and running her tongue back and forth across my lips.

"Hell yeah!" My husband exclaimed.

I giggled and said to Sharon, "They like seeing you do that." And then I did the same to her. After a couple of passes of my tongue over her lips, she extended her tongue and swirled it around mine. The guys had a clear view of our tongues playing together.

A half minute later, Sharon pushed me back against the arm of the sofa and immediately began licking and sucking my nipples. God! I almost came just from that. I put my hand on the back of her head and looked over at our husbands, "Ummmm, she's really good at that. Pay attention, Harvey. Watch and learn."

After a couple of minutes, Sharon slid her hand between my legs and began playing with my pussy. With my eyes locked on Harvey's, I purred, "Oh yeah. She's going to make me cum. It's not going to take long. That boy in the club put his fingers in me and made me cum too. I wasn't wearing panties."

Sharon pulled her lips from my nipple long enough to look around to them and say, "She's not lying. She came in like five seconds."

Gary elbowed Harvey, "There you go, buddy. We totally missed that."

"I know." My husband agreed.

"Oh?" I asked him. "Would you like to have seen that? Would you have liked seeing that young stud fingering your wife?"

"Oh yeah!" Harvey responded.

I looked down at Sharon, "Show them how he did it."

And with that, Sharon slid two fingers easily inside my pussy. I immediately began bucking my pussy against her hand. And then I came. "Uggggg." I was looking my husband right in the eyes the whole time. "That's how he did it."

Sharon pulled me up straight and then leaned back against the other arm of the sofa. "My turn."

I didn't need to be prodded. I immediately moved over and began licking and sucking her beautiful tits. At the same time, I reached down and began playing with her sopping pussy.

When Sharon came, she screeched, "Shiiiittttttt".

When Sharon and I took up our glasses once again, she put her hand behind my head and pulled me in. I thought she was going to kiss me, but instead, she whispered in my ear, "If we fuck them now, they're not going to last more than a few seconds."

"Blowjobs?" I whispered back.

"Hey, what's with all the whispering?" Gary complained.

"Shut the fuck up. We're deciding what to do with you two first." Sharon shot back at her husband.

When she turned back to me, she whispered, "Yes, blowjobs. But should we do our own cocks or swap?"

I pulled back and looked at her. She was showing me a very naughty grin. Then I whispered to her, "Really? You want to do that?"

"Why not?" She whispered back.

"Okay", I answered, not knowing for sure how I felt about it. And then I said to my husband, "Stand up and come over here."

When he was in front of me, I planted a kiss on the head of his twitching cock, and then looked up at him, "Take one step to the left."

He had a puzzled look on his face, but he finally obeyed. When he was in front of Sharon, she immediately grabbed his cock and put her mouth over the head.

That made it obvious we were really going to do this, so I crooked a finger to Gary. He was in front of me in less than a second. I took a deep breath and reached for his cock. I glanced over to see Sharon working my husband's cock in and out of her mouth, so I turned back and put my mouth on Gary's hard cock.

It didn't take long before I heard my husband moan, "Fuck!" Without taking Gary's cock out of my mouth, I glanced to the side and watched Sharon pump Harvey's cum into her mouth.

Less than a minute later, I felt Gary's body stiffen. I prepared myself to receive his cum. Two or three seconds later, the first powerful spurt of his cum hit the back of my throat. There was a lot of it, more than Harvey usually produced, but I managed to swallow it all without spilling any.

When I finally let her husband's shrinking cock slip from between my lips, I looked at Sharon. She was watching me intently. And then she grabbed my hair and pulled me in for a passionate kiss.

While we were kissing, we heard our husbands' hands slap together. I didn't look up, but I knew they'd just done a high-five.


The rest of that night was filled with booze and sex, especially sex. My favorite memory from the night was when our husbands were lying side by side on one of the beds. Sharon and I were straddling them, riding our respective husbands' cocks, and we were kissing and playing with each other's tits. Our husbands loved that too.


The following Wednesday, Sharon and I were enjoying a leisurely swim in my pool and trying to come up with ideas for what to do for our husbands next. Again, we shared that the sex had been incredible every night since the weekend, and showed no signs of slowing down.

"My aunt is coming to visit in a couple of days." She confided in me. Fortunately, mine was too, but a day or two after hers. "So we have time to think of something." I told her.

At one point, she crooked a finger to me. I could tell by the naughty grin on her face what she wanted. While moving toward her, I realized this would be the first time anything had happened between us when we hadn't been drinking. Still, I wasn't opposed to it.

Sure enough, she pulled me in and kissed me passionately. "I love kissing you." She told me when we broke that kiss.

I moved my hands up to her huge tits and began running my hands over them. "You don't hear me complaining, do you?"

She smiled at me, "The other night in the parking lot of the club, I was already horny from making out with that guy, and with you on the dance floor, so when you kissed me, I came."

"I didn't know." I confessed. "I do know it was different because it was just us . . . for us—not for our husbands. To me, that was hotter than anything else we did."

"I know!" She exclaimed. "It's different when it's just for us."

"Yes." I agreed.

"Right now, this is just for us." She purred, and then she kissed me again. When she withdrew, she asked me straight out, "How did you feel about the blowjobs?"

I knew what she was asking. I shrugged, "It wasn't much different than me giving Harvey one. It was more erotic, probably because we were both doing it at the same time."

"Do you think it's weird that our husbands like watching us do things . . . like with other people, I mean?"

I considered her question. We were still standing face to face, our hands on each other's waists. "Yes, a little. I'm not sure that's normal."

"Hon, they've been best friends since Junior High for a reason. They have similar tastes."

"So why am I just now finding out about it?" I asked her.

"Hell, I didn't find out about Gary until a little over a year ago, and that was by accident."

"Oh, how did you find out?"

"We were at the beach in the Bahamas. It wasn't a nude beach or even a tops-optional one. I was sunbathing face down with my bikini top undone. He asked me if I was ready to go for a swim, so I asked him to hook my top for me. He chuckled and told me that I didn't need my top. And that's how it started. It just progressed from there."


And then Sharon looked me in the eyes and said, "Of course, I was very limited until you expressed an interest in learning how I was making sex so good with Gary. I didn’t have that many options. I just flashed a guy here and there, kissed one or two, but it drove Gary crazy, so I kept looking for more daring things to do."

"I guess we've both come a long way, huh?"

Sharon giggled, "That's an understatement. I'm really enjoying it though. Before, it was mostly for him, but now, I'm having a blast with it . . . thanks to you."

I kissed her passionately again and then told her straight out, "I want to take you to the bedroom and make love to you, just you and me, no husbands watching."

Sharon smiled at me, "I thought you'd never ask."


Why did this seem so natural? Why didn't it even cause me a moment of pause to lead another woman into my bedroom—mine and my husband's bedroom, and crawl onto the bed with her? Why didn't I at least hesitate to hug her and snuggle my body up against hers?

I didn't know why. I only knew it felt natural. I only knew it felt wonderful. I only knew that kissing her made my pussy gush, and I only knew that feeling her tits, and feeling her hands on mine made me feel incredibly sexy, desirable, and desiring of her.

I only knew when she began kissing down my body, knowing what was imminent, I longed for it to happen. And I was anxious for my turn to reciprocate.

Yes, I was anxious to taste her. I was anxious to see if I could give her pleasure . . . anxious to see if I could make her beg me to stop.

"God!" I gasped when her tongue first touched my pussy. It felt incredible. And when she worked her tongue between my folds and began licking me there, I immediately felt my orgasm building deep inside me.

I didn't expect her to giggle, but she did. She looked up at me with a grin, "Our husbands would kill to watch this."

"Shut up and eat my pussy." I ordered her in a strained voice.

And then she did the very last thing I expected. She stopped. Ignoring my protest, she moved up on the bed and looked deep into my eyes, "Relax, Hon. I'm going to make you cum, I hope several times, and then you're going to do the same for me. But you need to relax and have fun with it. Don't get all serious on me."

I stared back at her, "I'll try." I told her.

And then she giggled, "Okay then, I'm going to go back to eating your pussy now. And by the way, you taste wonderful."

How could she make so light of what we were doing . . . of what she was doing to me? Couldn't she tell I was on the verge of cumming—that I really, really wanted to cum? I wanted to scream at her, 'help me cum now—right now!"

Of course, I did cum, several times, in fact. And then she kissed me for a long time while I was riding the waves of my last and most powerful orgasm. I was in heaven.

My first taste of her pussy surprised me. She was obviously very horny, so her juices were slightly tangy, but they were sweet at the same time. Not only did I not mind the taste, I loved it.

"That's it, baby, lick me just like that. Ooooo yes, right there. Oh god! You need to teach Gary how to do that. He can't eat pussy for shit."

When Sharon came the first time, I couldn't believe how sweet and slick her cum was. I loved it. I wanted to taste it over and over, so I did.


Harvey got home early that day. Sharon and I were already outside, sitting under the umbrella and having a drink. We were both still naked.

"Oh hey." He said to Sharon. "I saw your car in the drive. What are you two up to?"

Sharon giggled, "Nothing now. We're just having a drink. Of course, if you'd come home an hour ago, you'd have been able to watch your wife and I eat each other's pussies."

My husband stopped in his tracks, his eyes bouncing from me to Sharon. "Really?"

"Yes really." I responded to his question with a giggle. "Her pussy tastes really sweet too."

I thought he was going to faint. "If I'd known . . ."

"We might let you watch next time." Sharon teased him.

"Shit! I need a drink." He said as he turned and went back into the house.

"You're bad!" I scolded Sharon.

"Hey, you didn't deny it. You're the one that told him how sweet my pussy tasted."

"Yeah, but you started it."

She raised her glass, "Touché".

"Aren't you overdressed?" Sharon asked my husband when he came back outside with his drink in hand.

He stared at her, "Should I call Gary to come over?"

"Nah, he's still at work." Sharon answered him. "Jill and I are naked, so turn about is fair play."

As my husband was taking off his suit, he looked at us, "So you two really . . .?"

Both Sharon and I laughed out loud. I answered, "Yes, sorry you weren't here to watch. It was too fucking hot."

"That's the story of my life."

When we'd all finished our drinks, Sharon stood up and stretched mightily, "Well, I guess I'd better get home. Gary has been in a mood since last weekend. If I'm not there to fuck him when he gets home, the dog might be in jeopardy."

Harvey and I both laughed at that. And then Sharon stepped over and sat on my husband's lap. She immediately pulled one of his hands up to her tits. And then she turned her head and looked at him, "Jill needs a good fucking tonight. Are you up to it, or do we need to call those two guys from the club?"

"I think I can handle it." He told her.

"Then see that you do." And with that, she got up and went in to dress and drive home to greet her husband.


It was two weeks later when I greeted my husband as he came home from work. It was Friday, and for the first time in a long while, I wasn't naked when he got home.

After kissing me, he showed me a questioning look. I put my hand on his cheek and smiled at him, "I'm going to be spending the night with Sharon and Gary tonight. I hope you don't mind."

"All night?" He questioned me.

"Yes. Tomorrow night, Sharon will spend the night over here."

"Without Gary?"

I giggled, "Yes, without Gary. We flipped a coin to see who would go where first."

"Are you going to fuck him?"

"I'm not sure how the night will go. Whatever happens, happens, just like it's going to be tomorrow night when she's over here. There won't be any rules. Are you going to be okay with that?"

"I think so, but I'll miss you tonight."

"Sharon and I will make it up to you tomorrow night." And with that, I kissed him again and walked out to my car.


"Does Gary know yet?" I asked Sharon when she greeted me at the door. "No, he doesn't have a clue. He just went in to take a shower. I'm fixing us some snacks."

"How should we let him know?" I asked her. "You could always go join him in the shower." She answered me with a naughty grin.

"Will you come with me?"

"Nah, you go ahead." She said with a giggle.

I listened intently as I approached the door to their master bedroom. The shower wasn't running. When I peeked in, Gary was naked and just walking into the bathroom. And then I heard the water come on. I waited until I heard the door close on the walk-in shower, and then I crept silently through their bedroom and peeked into the bathroom. Gary was already in the shower.

I undressed quickly, took a deep breath, and yanked open the shower door. Gary was naturally startled to see me, but I ignored him and stepped inside, pulling the door closed behind me. "Hi".

"Hello there." He said with a chuckle. "Where's Sharon?"

"She's in the kitchen fixing some snacks."

He gave me a puzzled look, "Where's Harv?"

"He's at home. He knows he's going to be sleeping alone tonight."

"Oh? He knows you're here?" Gary asked me with that same puzzled look on his face.

"Yes," I said as I reached out and slid my fingers around his growing cock. "And he knows I'm going to be spending the night here."

He raised an eyebrow, "Oh?"

"Yes, and tomorrow, Sharon is going to spend the night at our house . . . without you."

It took a minute for my words to soak in on him, and then he said, "I guess I'd better make the most of tonight then, huh?"

Gary reached up with both hands and cupped my tits. I smiled at him, "I hope you do."

And then, all of a sudden, the shower door opened. Sharon was standing there with her iPhone in her hand. She snapped a couple of pictures.

"What the fuck?" Gary exclaimed.

Sharon laughed, "I'm sending these to Harv."

"Wait!" I shouted at her. "We can do better than that." I said as I spun around. I pulled one of Gary's hands down to my pussy and left his other hand on my tit. And then I tilted my head back and said, "Kiss me like you mean it."

"Perfect!" Sharon said before closing the door. We could hear her laughing all the way out of the bathroom.

"Is this for real?" Gary asked me when Sharon was gone.

"It's as real as you want it to be." I told him.

Hearing that, he pushed me against the wall of the shower and worked a finger inside me. He was staring me in the eyes when I purred to him, "The pictures of me eating Sharon's pussy later will drive him nuts."


"So, did you fuck him?" Harvey asked me two seconds after I came through the door the next morning.

I looked at him for several seconds before asking him, "Does it matter?"

"Fuck yes it matters." He exclaimed.

If I was reading my husband right, he was more excited than jealous. "Okay, if you must know, I didn't fuck him, he fucked me. I was eating Sharon's pussy, and he started fucking me from behind while I did." I could see him trying to form a mental image of that, so I continued, "I was fucking her with my tongue and tasting her sweet pussy juice, and the next thing I knew, I felt Gary's hard cock pressing against my hot pussy."

"Go on" He urged me in a raspy voice.

It was obvious Harvey was getting really turned on by hearing about my experiences from the night before. I put my arms around his neck and pulled him down and myself up so that I could purr into his ear, "He's not as thick as you, so he was able to slide his hard cock into my wet pussy easily."

Harvey pushed me up against the wall and began tugging at my slacks, so I teased him some more, "Oh baby, my pussy was so wet from eating Sharon's pussy. I love eating her pussy."

My husband finally managed to get my slacks and panties off, and then he pinned my hands above my head with one hand, and raised one of my legs with the other. I reached between us and guided his hard cock into my opening.

"Yes, baby, fuck me like Gary did. He fucked me while I ate his wife's pussy. Your friend fucked me good. He made me cum."

Harvey was fucking me hard, slamming my back into the wall behind me. His face was contorted. He was like a mad man. I'd never seen him like that.

"That's right, baby, fuck me like your friend did. Slam your hard cock into my pussy over and over like he did, so hard and so fast, he made me cum over and over."

Finally, I felt my husband's body stiffen and he began shooting his cum up into my pussy. "That's it, baby. Cum in my pussy like Gary did. Fill me up with your cum like he did."

When he was finished, we both slumped to the floor. When he could, he said through is panting, "Was all of that true?"

I looked him right in the eyes, "Yes."

"I love you, Jill." He said. "I love you too, baby."


Harvey and I shared a shower and then took a nap. When we woke up, it was almost five p.m.. "Sharon will be here in an hour." I told my husband as he was waking up.

"I want to see you eat her pussy." He told me through his sleepy eyes.

"I know." I giggled. "Don't worry, I love eating her pussy."

"You really do?"

I put my hand on his cheek, "Yes, baby, I really do."



I was in the kitchen when the doorbell rang. "That should be Sharon. You get it." I told Harvey.

When my husband led Sharon in, she looked at me and asked, "What's with all the clothes?"

I was wearing a light robe. Harvey was wearing a t-shirt and light jogging shorts. I giggled and shot my friend a look, "You're not naked yet." A few seconds later, she was, so I told my husband, "Take Sharon into the den and entertain her for a few minutes while I finish up in here."

After I put the plate of finger sandwiches in the fridge, I went into the den. My husband was sitting in his recliner naked. Sharon was on her knees in front of him, playing with his cock and licking it from time to time.

I went to the bar and poured myself a drink, and then I sat on the sofa and watched them. "Having fun, baby?"

"Yes, yes I am." He said to me with a big grin.

I chuckled, "I thought I told you to entertain her, not the other way around."

Sharon looked around at me, "You don't hear me complaining."

"Then by all means, don't let me interrupt you." After taking a sip of my drink, I said, "By the way, he really loved hearing about Gary fucking me from behind while I was eating your pussy."

Sharon got it. She looked up at Harvey and asked him, "Oh, is that right? Which did you enjoy hearing about more, her eating my pussy, or Gary fucking her from behind while she was doing it?" And then she took the head of his cock between her lips.

"Both." He answered.

"You like hearing about another man fucking your wife?" She asked him.

"Yes." My husband answered in a strained voice as Sharon took the last inch of his cock into her mouth.

I spoke up, "Maybe we should go out and fuck some stranger so we can come home and tell our husbands about it."

Sharon looked up at Harvey, "Would you like that? Would you like hearing about me and your wife fucking some strange man?"


"Maybe he would rather watch." I said to Sharon.

"Oh, would you like to watch?" Sharon asked him, "Would you like to watch me and your wife fucking a strange man?"

And then, without warning, Harvey thrust his hips in the air and started spurting cum into the air before Sharon could get her mouth back onto him.

Sharon giggled, "Well, I guess that answers that question."


"Hell no! I wasn’t serious. I don't care what he wants. I won't do it. No way! Flirting, teasing, even making out is one thing, but there's no way I'm going to fuck some strange man just to get Harvey off." I told Sharon later while we sitting outside.

“Whoa! Calm down.” She scolded me. “I didn’t think you were serious, but I had to ask. I don’t think he’d want you to. He was seconds away cumming and we were teasing him pretty bad. He probably would have said yes to you gangbanging an entire football team. I wouldn’t worry about it if I were you.”

She was probably right. At least I hoped she was.


When we went back inside, I called out to my husband, “We’re heading up to the bedroom. Bring us fresh drinks.”

When he came in, Sharon and I were already on the bed making out. I told him, “You just sit and watch. We’ll let you know when we’re ready for you.”

“Yes Ma’am.”

Sharon and I continued making out, kissing and running our hands over each other’s bodies for ten minutes or so. And then I began kissing my way down her body. I only spent a minute or two kissing and sucking her nipples before continuing lower.

When I moved between Sharon’s legs and began licking her pussy, I heard my husband say in a reverent tone, “That’s what I’m talking about.”

Sharon giggled and I just looked over at him and grinned.

I was able to get her off once even without touching her clit. When she came, I immediately stuck my tongue into her pussy and lapped up her sweet cum.

When she calmed down, I concentrated on her swollen clit, sucking it into my mouth and flicking it with my tongue. She came again twice in the next few minutes.

When I knew she was ready to be fucked, I had her get in the same position I’d been in for Gary; on her knees at the foot of the bed with her ass in the air.

I almost assumed the position she’d been in when her husband was fucking me, but I thought better of it. Instead, I moved under her until we were in a sixty-nine. With her on her knees, I couldn’t really reach her clit with my tongue, so I had Harvey get me two pillows to put under my head. That worked. I could reach her clit and pussy easily.

When Harvey stepped up behind her, I discovered another huge advantage of being in that position; I had a close up view of his cock entering her pussy.

With only a little extra effort, I found that I could also lick his hard cock as it slid in and out of her, but I concentrated mostly on her clit.

It didn’t take long for the two of us to have Sharon moaning loudly, flailing her head back and forth, and her whole body convulsing.

“Oh God!, Oh Fuck! God, Harv, you’re cock . . . Oh God! It’s so . . . Oh Fuck! Wonderful.”

Sharon came several times while my husband was fucking her. Her generous cum was dripping down into my hair and on my forehead.

When Harvey grunted and began shooting inside her, she lost it, screaming out, “FFFFUUUUUUCCCCKKKKK”.

She was still gasping for air, her abdomen still contracting almost violently when my husband let his softening cock slip out of her. Almost immediately, the mixture of his cum and hers began seeping out of her pussy.

I used my hands to pull her a little lower so I could clamp my mouth over her opening.

“Oh wow! That is too fucking hot!” My husband exclaimed.

Honestly, it wasn’t my favorite thing. I loved the taste of his cum and the taste of hers, but the mixture had a totally different taste and texture. Still, Harvey’s reaction made it worth doing.

Finally, Sharon got to her feet and helped me off the bed. After giving me a long passionate kiss, she pulled back and looked deep into my eyes, “I’m sorry, Jill.”

I didn’t understand, “Sorry for what?”

“While he was fucking me, I couldn’t concentrate on anything else. I totally ignored your pussy.”

I showed her a loving smile, “We have plenty of time. I’ll get my turn.” And then I turned to my husband. He was standing there watching us with our drinks in his hands.

“The ice melted. I’ll go get you fresh ones.”

“Bring them outside.” I called after him.

The instant Sharon and I stepped outside, she grabbed my arm and turned me to her, “God Jill, his cock . . . it’s amazing—I mean, it’s not that much bigger than Gary’s, but that little extra thickness . . .”

I let out a chuckle, “We won’t tell either of them that.”

“Especially not Gary” She added.


It was almost an hour before the three of us headed back inside to the bedroom. Harvey went into the bathroom to pee, so I had a minute alone with Sharon, “You can have another go with him.” I told her.

She grabbed me and pulled me in for a passionate kiss, whispering in my ear, “Are you sure you don’t mind?”

I assured her I didn’t mind at all, “I can have him anytime.”

When Harvey reappeared from the bathroom, Sharon and I were making out hot and heavy. Since she’d pretty much ignored my pussy while he was fucking her, she insisted he only watch while she ate my pussy. He didn’t protest at all.

After she’d made me cum hard three times, I called Harvey over to join us. We had him lay on his back, and then proceeded to give him a double- header blowjob to make sure he was ready. When he was, Sharon straddled him and eased herself down on his hard cock.

I told her not to change positions until I got back. I went pee and then to the den for a drink. While in there, I grabbed my cell phone.

When I got back to the bedroom, I sat my drink aside and showed Sharon my cell phone. She giggled, knowing exactly what I had in mind. She straightened up into a sitting position and pulled Harvey’s hands to her awesome tits. Click.

Next, she leaned forward, bracing herself on her outstretched arms, her tits hanging down in reach of my husband’s mouth. Click.

I checked the pictures to make sure they were both good ones, and then I went over and sat in the stuffed chair in the corner of the bedroom. I sent the pictures to Gary, then took up my drink and watched Sharon ride Harvey’s hard cock.

I was a little surprised when I realized watching Sharon fucking my husband without me being involved didn’t bother me at all—at least it didn’t make me jealous. It did affect me in that I found the whole thing very erotic. I’d never watched two people fucking without me being a part of it. The fact that one of them was my husband only made it hotter.

While going to sleep that night, the three of us spooning with Harvey in the middle, it didn’t bother me at all that he was turned toward Sharon with me spooned to his back. I knew he loved feeling of her big tits, so I assumed that’s where his hand was.


During our regular lunch on Wednesday, I admitted to Sharon how much I enjoyed watching Harvey fuck her. She didn’t seem surprised and even admitted she found watching Gary fuck me exciting as well. That’s when we came up with a new idea.

The following Saturday night, the four of us went out to a country and western club, The Crystal Chandelier. It was a larger club than we’d gone to in the past. It had a huge dance floor, four bars, and a large pool room.

All four of us went in Sharon’s SUV. She and I went in first. We got there early enough to get a four seat table along the railing that surrounded the dance floor on three sides, with the stage on the other side. Harvey and Gary waited thirty minutes before entering and finding a table in the back, approximately fifty feet behind us.

There were three main differences in this club than the others we’d been to, aside from it being a lot larger. First, it was a lot younger crowd. Secondly, there were no booths. Anything we did would be right out in the open. And lastly, even though the other clubs were also western, being near downtown Dallas, they weren’t as “country” as this one, which was near the outskirts of the metro area. That meant the patrons were much more country, and they dressed the part. It was mostly a “boots, jeans, and western hats” kind of clientele.

Sharon and I dressed the part as well. We’d both purchased black felt western hats and new tank tops, mine white and hers light blue. They were both sheer enough to leave no doubt we were braless. Western boots and tight blue jeans finished off our wardrobes.

Around nine p.m. the club began filling up. We’d both already turned down several dances, telling each suitor to make sure and ask us again in an hour or so.

After two dozen dances or so, Sharon and I had each honed in on a young cowboy who was willing to play our game. We invited them to join us at our table.

“How far do you want me to go?” Bret asked me when he was seated beside me at our table.

I shrugged, “How far can you go without getting thrown out of here?”

They both laughed, and then Sharon’s cowboy, James said, “Not very far in here.”

Sharon spoke up, “Then we’ll leave it up to you where to draw the line.”

“Really?” Bret asked in an excited voice.

“Yes really.” I answered for both of us.

And then Sharon added, “When we get ready to leave, you two can walk us to our car where we can reward you for playing along.”

“Sounds good to me.” Bret said with a chuckle. And then he scooted his chair closer to mine, put his arm around me and drew me in for a passionate kiss.

When he broke our kiss, I looked across the table in time to see James kneading Sharon’s left tit while they were kissing. Bret saw it too and showed me a questioning look.

I put my mouth next to his ear, “We said we’d trust you to know where to draw the line.”

Hearing that, he immediately kissed me again, his hand finding my right tit. Damn, that boy could really kiss. My pussy was already getting wet.


During the next hour, there was a lot of dancing and making out. Finally, one of the bouncers came over to our table and told the four of us, “You folks need to get a room.”

Sharon and I excused ourselves to the Ladies room. On the way by our husbands, we gave them the signal it was time to go. They immediately got up and headed for the door.

When Sharon and I got back to our table, we told the guys that it was show time. They both seemed excited, but cautious. We assured them our husbands were a hundred percent on board, and that seemed to put them more at ease.

We had parked on the back parking lot way back in the corner. It was dark enough for privacy but there was enough light for our husbands to see us.

Sharon and I were both all over our “dates” on the walk to the car. When we got there, we stopped maybe three feet in front of the car and began making out with the cowboys.

I purred to Bret, “Take off my top.”

His eyes shot open, but he had a wide grin on his face as he set my hat on the hood of the car, pulled my tank top out of my jeans and pulled it over my head. After tossing it on the hood, he immediately pulled me to him and began kissing me again.

After a few minutes, I had him turn me toward the car and play with my tits. He was behind me, but he was tall enough for me to lean my head back so he could continue kissing me.

I was really enjoying the whole situation, so I let it go on a lot longer than I’d intended. Finally though, I had to end it. I spun around and threw my arms around his neck again, kissing him for another minute. “My husband is in the passenger seat.” I purred to him, “Go give him my top and thank him.”

Bret looked a little hesitant, but I put my arm around his waist, pulled on my western hat and urged him toward the side of the car. I made sure he kept one hand on my tit.

When he handed Harvey my top through the window and said “Thanks”, I hugged him and kissed him one last time while standing at Harvey’s window, then I got in the back seat.

I had to laugh when I looked through the windshield at Sharon. I hadn’t been paying any attention to her at all. She was topless as well, with James kissing her. The difference was, her jeans were open and he had a hand inside them, obviously finger fucking her.

When she saw Bret about to walk away, she grabbed his arm and pulled him to her. I couldn’t hear what she was saying, but he lowered his head and began sucking on the tit James wasn’t playing with.

“Holy shit!” I exclaimed when I saw what was going on.

Gary let out a chuckle, “She’s really into it.”

“I should say so.” I said in an awed tone.

Harvey looked back at me, “Too bad you two didn’t give them a little show.”

Without thinking about it, I said, “Hell, it’s not too late.” And I opened the back door and got out. I was still topless.

When I got to the front of the car, I told the boys, “Before we leave, you might want to see what we’re going to be doing when we get in the backseat,” and I pulled Sharon away from them and started making out with her.

“Fucking awesome!” James said.

“Wow!” Bret agreed.

After a minute or so, I told them, “Sorry boys, but we really do have to go.” And I practically pulled Sharon away.

When we were both in the backseat, Sharon and I went right back to making out. We were both horny as hell.


Entering our room at the Embassy Suites, I noticed right off that it only had one bed. It was a king-size bed though.

Gary brought out a bottle of Scotch. When he saw our surprise, he said “Hey, I was the designated driver. I have some catching up to do.”

Both Sharon and I began licking and sucking Harvey’s cock. We told Gary he’d have to watch—that his turn would come later.

When Harvey came, she and I had the head of his cock between our lips. We both had our tongues out catching his cum and swirling our tongues together. That drove both of our husbands crazy.

Afterward, we went to the bed and resumed making out while our husbands sat and watched.

Even though we were both way over the top horny, we took our time. We took turns giving each other pleasure. We stayed at it for almost an hour, making out, kissing, licking and sucking each other’s tits, and of course, going down on each other. When we were sure Harvey was ready for round two, I crawled off the bed and told both men to take my place.

I went to the wet bar, poured myself a glass of Scotch, and then returned to the bedroom. I sat in the stuffed chair in the corner of the room and just watched.

It wasn’t long until Sharon was kneeling on the foot of the bed with her ass in the air. My husband was fucking her from behind while she sucked her husband’s cock.

Gary came fairly quickly, so he got off the bed and went for a fresh drink. I took his place so she could eat my pussy while my husband was fucking her. Gary took my place in the stuffed chair and just watched.

Harvey was in his zone, so he was able to fuck her for a long time. I’m not sure how many times she came, but it was several. At times, Sharon was so loud, I was afraid someone was going to call security.

When Harvey finally came, and after Sharon had recuperated, she and I had Gary stand up so we could give the same type of blowjob we’d given Harvey earlier, except we didn’t want to make him cum. We just wanted to make sure he was more than ready to fuck me.

A few minutes later, I was on my knees just as Sharon had been earlier. While her husband fucked me from behind, I was licking her pussy. I could taste my husband’s cum mixed with hers.

Sharon showed me a grin and wink, and then she started talking to Harvey. “Isn’t that a great view, Harv? Do you like watching my husband fucking your slut wife? Do you like watching her lick your cum out of my hot pussy?”

I heard a faint “yes” from the direction of my husband.

“What’s that, Harv? I can’t hear you. I asked you a question.”

“Yes” he said louder.

“I knew it. I knew you would love watching my husband slam his hard cock into your wife’s wet pussy. He’s fucking her real good, Harv. You should come over here so you can see better—so you can see his cock coming out of her and slamming back inside her. C’mon, don’t be shy, Harv. Come over here and watch.”

When I looked in his direction, my husband was indeed standing beside the bed. I knew what Sharon was doing, so I joined in, “Can you see it, Harvey? Can you see his cock going in and out of my pussy? Ummmm, he’s fucking me soooooo good. He’s going to make me cum good, Harvey . . . soooooo good.”

When she sensed that I was on the verge, Sharon crawled off the bed and stood beside Harvey. “She’s almost there, Harv. My husband’s hard cock is going to make her cum hard. Do you want to see him make her cum?”

“Yes”, my husband said in little more than a mumble.

“Make her cum, Gary. Make her cum good.”

When my first orgasm hit me, I didn’t have to fake anything, “Oh God! Oh Fuck! Oh God, Harvey, I’m . . . Oh FUUUCCCKKK!”

“Don’t stop, Gary. Make her cum again. Tell him, Harv. Tell him to make her cum again.”

“Yes, make her cum again.” I heard Harvey mumble.

Gary redoubled his efforts. He began slamming his cock into me violently, pulling me back to meet his thrusts. Less than a minute later, I started cumming again. That’s when Gary’s cock grew more inside me and I heard him let out a loud grunt. My orgasm was just reaching its peak when I felt the first spurts of his cum hit deep inside my pussy.

I was still trying to catch my breath when I felt him withdraw. Almost instantly, I felt a mouth and tongue on my pussy. Sharon was lapping her husband’s cum out of my pussy. When she was finished, I heard her say, “Okay, Harv, your turn.”

When my husband stepped up behind me, I had to stop him. I needed to lie down. I crawled up further onto the bed and flipped over onto my back. And then I crooked a finger to my husband. “Come fuck me now.”

It was fifteen or twenty minutes and several powerful orgasms later when I had to make him stop. I simply couldn’t take anymore. “He’s all yours, Sharon.”

“Oh goody” She giggled as she was crawling onto the bed. Harvey used the break to rest his back, and then he crawled between her legs and began fucking her for all he was worth.

I was at the wet bar pouring myself a Scotch on the rocks when I heard her cum the first time. I leisurely walked back into the bedroom, past the bed, and to the stuffed chair where Gary was sitting. He started to get up, but I pushed him back and sat on his lap.


It was just after three a.m. when the four of us decided to call it a night. I spooned up against Harvey, and Sharon did the same to Gary.

We didn’t wake up until housekeeping knocked our door. Gary called down to the desk and requested a late check out. And then we went back to sleep.


When the four of us got back to mine and Harvey’s house, the guys headed straight for the den to watch football. Sharon and I poured ourselves each a little hair of the dog and went outside, removing our clothes on the way.

Sitting in the shade and sipping our drinks, I asked her, “So, how are we ever going to top last night?”

Sharon chuckled, “I don’t know, but I’m sure we can think of something if we put our heads together.”


The following Saturday night, Gary and Harvey dropped me and Sharon off at the Crystal Chandelier. The table we’d sat at the week before was empty, so after ordering a drink, we watched the front door.

About forty-five minutes later, Bert and James walked in. They spotted us right away and then began noticeably scanning the large room for Harvey and Gary.

They approached our table and asked if they could join us. After sitting and ordering them two beers, Sharon answered their unspoken question, “Our husbands didn’t come with us tonight, so I guess you two are stuck with us.”

Of course both guys readily agreed. That’s when I told them, “Guys, I’m sorry, but you can’t fuck us. We don’t fuck anyone but our husbands. We’ll give you each a blowjob or two though.”

Neither of the guys objected, so we dance for a couple of hours, and then went to the apartment they shared. While I was sitting on the side of Bret’s bed, Sharon took out her cell phone and made a short, very close up video of me sucking his cock. When it was over, I took a similar video of Sharon sucking James’ cock.

They were young, so it didn’t take the guys long to recuperate, especially after fifteen minutes of watching me and Sharon make out. We both sucked Bret off while James took a short video of the action, and then Bert made a similar video of us

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