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Anniversaries, Wines, & Neighbors..........Oh My!!!

3/9/2006

I walked in the front door about 8:30, fully an hour after
my usual coming home time.
Another 12-hour shift at the hospital that had turned into
a 13-hour one thanks to a late flight call at 6:48. As a pilot
on a medical helicopter I was accustomed to the unpredictable
schedule of calls but I was quite irritated none-the-less.


It was customary for the oncoming pilot and crew to relieve
the off going a half an hour early, just to avoid the sort
of late-flight I'd just been on. But my relief that
evening, a fat slob of a pilot who should have been grounded
years ago, had not yet been there
when the call came in. So off I'd flown to our city's
rural area to pick up some poor slob that had been smashed
to bits in a car accident.


I hadn't bothered calling my wife to let her know I'd
be late. She was a nurse who used to work on the helicopter
with me, it was in fact where we'd met, and she knew not
to worry if I didn't show up at home on time. She no longer
had the problem of waiting for
relief. A rising star at the hospital, she was now firmly
rooted in the administration. She wore business suits
to work each day instead of scrubs, made 20K more than me
now, and she was always home within ten minutes of 5:30.


Trooping through the hallway from the garage, where I'd
parked my car (a Lexus, what else do people in our income
bracket drive besides SUV's?), towards the living
room, I stopped at the kid's respective bedrooms to
look in on them. We had two of them, ages 4 and 6. Laura put
them to bed each night promptly at 8:00, whether I was home
or not, and tonight was no exception. I gave them each a kiss,
careful not to awaken them and then continued my trip to
the livingroom. I was feeling vaguely horny and was hoping
that Laura would be in the mood for a little poke in the whiskers
tonight.


She wasn't always willing on work nights, the stress
of her job tiring her out sometimes, so I had been forced
into the all too common husbandly role of taking it whenever
I could get it. My aspirations slipped down a few notches
as I heard girlish giggles coming from the livingroom.
She had a guest, a somewhat unusual occurrence. Laura was
a homebody, a Type-A personality if there ever was one.
She wasn't much into girlish small talk.


Curious, I entered the living room. Laura, wearing her
favorite pair of old sweat pants and a T-shirt was sitting
on the couch, a glass of white wine in her hand. Her face was
flushed in a manner that immediately told me that she wasn't
on her first glass of wine.
Sitting next to her was Sharon, our next door neighbor.


Sharon and Tom had moved into their house the day after we'd
moved into ours, both of us purchasers of brand-new homes
in a brand-new subdivision. Tom was an accountant of some
sort. He was a nice enough guy but somewhat of a dweeb. We
borrowed each other's tools,
discussed each other's landscaping schemes, but
that was about it as far as socialization went. His wife,
Sharon was a petite little woman that probably weighed
about 100 pounds soaking wet. She was attractive without
a doubt and, like most males, I'd even wondered
a time or two what she would be like in bed, but I'd never
had a lot of contact with her. Laura and her had a relationship
similar to Tom's and mine. They talked about their
houses, they borrowed cooking supplies from
each other once in a while and that was about it. Laura and
Tom had no kids and we had two of them; it's uncanny how
much of a barrier that simple difference represents in
the bonding of two couples.


So it is safe to say that I was a little surprised to see Sharon
sitting in my living room drinking wine with my wife. As
far as I knew, such a thing had never occurred before.


"Hey Baby." Laura haled as she saw me enter the
room. She giggled a little, letting me know that this was
probably not the first bottle of wine that they'd opened.
Laura was not a giggler. "Late flight?"


"Yep." I said, nodding. "Thanks to that
idiot Rick." I turned to Sharon.


"Hi Sharon."


"Hi." She said, blushing, giving me a look that
told me she knew something about me that I probably didn't
want her to know. I wondered what the two of them had been

talking about. Laura was not much of a drinker. Though very
stoic when sober she had a tendency to run her mouth and reveal
embarrassing things when she'd had a
few. Once, at a hospital Christmas party, she'd revealed
to my boss that I'd cheated on several of my pilot's
written exams. "Your wife's been entertaining
me tonight. I hope you don't mind."


"Not at all." I answered politely, casting
an eye on the three-quarters empty Chardonnay bottle.


"Where's Tom?"


"Oh, " She pouted. "He went to a stupid
basketball game tonight." She seemed rather angry
about this. What was wrong with going to a basketball game?
I went to them
all the time. Especially on those rare occasions when our
city's team was in the running for the play-offs.


"Oh." I said neutrally, not wanting to slam
a fellow male. "Well that's too bad." Laura
got up, walking over to give me a kiss. "It's
their anniversary." She explained softly, knowing
as wives do, what was going through my mind. She kissed me
on the lips, lingering over it, letting her tongue slide
briefly into my mouth, something she only did when she was
horny.


I glanced over at Sharon as Laura withdrew from me, giving
her an apologetic look. The anniversary thing made it different
of course. If there was one thing women revered it was their
anniversaries.


Any male would be ill advised to treat such a thing lightly.
But I was more interested in Laura's tongue and the
promise of later pleasures its invasion into my mouth entailed.
Hopefully Sharon had already poured out her sob story,
been consoled, and was ready to leave so my wife and I go get
down, as it were, to business. "And it's my goddamn
fertile period too." She blurted, immediately turning
red and apologizing for her outburst. She seemed to be in
disbelief that she'd said
such a thing. I found myself unable to offer any comment
to that statement. Sharon had told Laura a few months ago
and Laura had told me that they, Tom and Sharon, were
trying to have a baby and that, so far, it had been without
results. This was definitely ground that I wasn't
about to tread upon. "Well, " I finally said.
"I'm gonna go take a shower and get out of this
flight
suit." Laura giggled again, a sound I'd very
rarely heard in our marriage. "Why don't you
take off the flight suit and THEN take a shower." She
suggested.


This broke the tension. While I stared at my wife, who was
not prone to cracking jokes, Sharon began giggling too.
"Yeah." She said, holding her hand over her
mouth. "It'll probably work better that way."
I smiled, heading for the bedroom. "All right. I think

I've taken enough abuse from you two." I walked
to our bedroom, which also contained the master bathroom
and shut the door behind me.I unzipped my fluorescent blue
flight suit and dropped it to the floor, walking over to
the shower and turning it on. While gathering up a towel,
fresh underwear, and my own favorite pair of sweat pants,
the door creaked open and Laura strolled in.She walked
up to me, grabbed me around the neck, put
her lips to mine and thrust her tongue into my mouth. Her
right hand dropped down to my cock and began caressing it
in a way she knew I liked.


Immediately turned on, feeling myself stiffening to her
touch, I put my arms around her and returned her kiss."Mmmm."
I said, smiling when she withdrew. "Is somebody
a little horny tonight?" "I'm so horny
I'd fuck a table leg." She said, dropping to her
knees and pulling my underwear down, all in the same motion.
She slurped me into her mouth, deep throating me. I moaned,
staggering backwards, grasping for support
from the wall behind me. Like many married men I was not accustomed
to my wife taking my cock into her mouth. She still did it
on occasion, which is better action than many of my married
friends can claim, but it was still no better than an annual
event. I groaned as she bobbed up and down on me, sucking
gently with her lips and swirling her tongue around. As
abruptly as she'd started however, she pulled back,
standing up and
licking my lips."I can't wait." She told
me matter-of-factly, "To have you inside me."


"Why wait?" I returned, grabbing her and pulling
her to me. "Drop those sweats and let's do the
squishy." She grinned, pushing me away. "Sharon's
still here. We can't do it now." "Get rid
of her." I hissed, pulling her back to me and sliding
my cock into her crotch where it rubbed against her sweats.
My hands began squeezing the familiar cheeks of her ass.
I thrust several times for emphasis.


"Just wait a little." She told me. "She's
kinda down in the dumps tonight. Her prick husband went
to the game on their anniversary. She needs someone to talk
to." "Let her talk to her Mom." I said, thrusting
again. "I wanna fuck you." "Later stud."
She told me, pulling away. "Take your shower and then
come down and have a drink with us." She offered me a sensuous grin. "She won't be
here long."


"All right." I finally said. "But let's
make it QUICK." My dick stayed semi-hard all through
the shower. After getting out and toweling off I brushed
my teeth, put on
my clean underwear and sweats, and found a T-shirt in the
closet to throw over my chest. I combed my hair since we had
a guest and put a few dabs of cologne on for Laura's later
benefit.


Before going back into the living room I stopped at the kitchen
and grabbed a beer out of the refrigerator. Cracking it
open, I entered the living room. The two women were sitting
next to each other on the couch,
giggling about something. I saw that TITANIC was playing
on the VCR, the volume turned low.
Titanic huh?" I asked, sitting down in my favorite
recliner and putting my feet up. I asked Sharon, "Have
you seen this as many times as Laura has?"

"Probably more." She giggled. "Don't
you think it's one of the most romantic movies there
is?" I shrugged. "I guess." I answered.
"The special effects are pretty good but the plot
is a little recycled
wouldn't you say?" "Oh you." Laura
admonished playfully. "Don't start that again."


"Recycled?" Sharon asked. "What do you
mean?"


"You know." I said. "The rich/poor romance
plot. It's as old as movies themselves. They just plugged
it into a new setting. Remember Pretty in Pink? Same plot.
How about The Karate Kid? Hell, even Lady and The Tramp has

the same premise."Sharon frowned, taking a sip out
of her wineglass, which was just about empty. "Men."
She said. "You're
all so unromantic."


"Now I wouldn't say that." Laura spoke
up, defending me. "He can be quite romantic sometimes.
You know what he did for our last anniversary?" She
looked interested. "He didn't go to a basketball
game?" "It wasn't basketball season."
I joked, embarrassed in
advance at the story that Laura was about to tell. "He
rented a helicopter and flew me up to this spot up in the foothills.
It was a little clearing with a stream beside it, miles away
from any roads. Completely
isolated. He pulled out a picnic basket and a blanket and
we had lunch there."


"Wow." Sharon said, beaming at me. "That
IS romantic. Tom would never do anything like that. He doesn't
even bring me flowers anymore."


"And then we had the most incredible sex right there
on the blanket." Laura continued. "Bugs and
all."


"Laura!" I said, shocked that she would talk
about such a thing to our neighbor.


"Well we did." Laura giggled, spilling a little
of her wine on her arm. "I'm lucky if I can get it
on my fertile days." Sharon said sourly. "Tom
just doesn't seem to be all that interested in sex these
days. Heck, he never has been." She shook her head.
"It's kind of
unnatural isn't it?"


"Hell, " Laura said, "We should trade
husbands for a while. I usually have to fight him off me."


Sharon blushed a little, refusing to meet my eyes. "Well
how is it, " Laura asked, "When he does give
it to you? Is he good in bed then?"


She raised her hand into the air and seesawed it back and
forth. "He's all right I guess." She said,
her voice conveying the message that even this qualification
was an exaggeration for her husband's benefit.


I was quite amazed at the conversation they were having,
and in front of me to boot! Is this the way women talk when
no men are around? Did Laura ever bash me the way Sharon was
bashing Tom? I certainly hoped she never had to wave her
hand in the air in a seesaw
when someone asked her how I was in bed.


"All right you guess?" Laura said, raising
her eyebrows. "Does he make you come?"


She shrugged. "Once in a while." She answered.
"I have to hurry, he finishes up rather quickly."


Wow. Poor Tom. As a fellow male I could imagine how embarrassed
he would be to find out his wife was discussing their admittedly
boring sex-life with, not only another woman, but with
a man as well.


"Well doesn't he ever eat you out?" Laura
asked next, making me gape at her. For a moment I wondered
if she was trying to shock our young neighbor into making
an exit so she could get down to business with me.


Sharon blushed again, sparing me a glance, but said. "No,
not very much. He's tried it a few times but he usually
just, you know, licks a few times and then comes back up.
He says he doesn't like the taste."


"My God." Laura said, honestly shocked. "That
is truly appalling. You really should borrow my husband
for a while." She favored me with a warm look. "If
there's one thing he knows how to do, it's eat pussy.
I'd put him up against a lesbian anytime."


"Really?" Sharon, her eyes shining, asked.


I couldn't help but beam with pride. I was rather proud
of my cunnilingus skills. You could say I'd put extensive
research into the matter.


"Oh yeah." She answered, suppressing a shiver
as she thought about it. "Sometimes he draws it out
for a long time, you know, just teasing and bringing me slowly
up.


Other times he goes right for the gold. He sure knows his
way around a pussy, that's for sure." It was at
this point that I first noticed the sexual tension floating
around the three of us. It was like a charge of static electricity,
building rapidly, waiting for some sort of release. I looked
over at Sharon, sitting next to my wife on the couch. She
was wearing a pair of
black stretch pants that outlined her trim butt and legs
nicely. A patterned green sweater covered her chest, accenting
the swell of her breasts, which were smaller than Laura's
but looked firmer. Her mousy brown
hair was pulled back in a simple ponytail and her face was
flushed an exciting shade of red. Her chocolate brown eyes
were shining, arousal plainly in them.


Sharon giggled a little. "Well maybe I SHOULD borrow
him for a while." She obviously meant this as a joke.
"You wouldn't mind, would you?" She asked
Laura.


Laura smiled saucily. "Not as long as you're
only borrowing him." She said. "Hell, I believe
in sharing the wealth with a friend."


Sharon and I both looked at her nervously, both of us picking
up on the fact that it hadn't sounded like she'd
been joking. Not at all. An awkward silence developed.


"Well listen, " Sharon finally said. "I
guess I'd better be..."


"You don't mind being borrowed, do you?"
Laura interrupted, looking at me.


"I mean Sharon here is a good looking woman."


"Uh..." I started, completely speechless.
She WASN'T joking. She was offering my services to
another woman. Was this really my wife? The woman who interrogated
me about each new nurse assigned to my chopper.


"Oh, I don't think Tom would like it very much."
Sharon put in, obviously very uncomfortable with the turn
that the conversation had taken.


"Fuck him." Laura said pointedly. "I
won't tell if you won't. You told me earlier how
horny you were." She waved her arm at me. "Well
right here is the man to take care of that for you if you want.
Orgasms
guaranteed."


"I don't think it's a good idea." Sharon
said, her voice with a hint of regret in it. "I've
never cheated on Tom before."


I kept my mouth shut during this exchange, partly because
I couldn't think of a thing to say, this was such a bizarre
conversation, but mostly because I was desperately hoping
that Laura would convince her to see
it her way. If my wife wanted me to fuck our attractive neighbor,
who was I to put forth any objections? In my pants, my dick
had hardened just at the thought. "Well how about, "
Laura countered, "If you just let him eat you? He could
show you what a real pussy eating is all about. That's
not really cheating is it? It's kind of like a handshake.
Just ask our President!"


"No." Sharon said, shaking her head sternly
but lacking conviction in her voice. "I just couldn't.
It's wrong."


"Wrong?" Laura said. To my astonishment she
actually inserted her index finger into the waistband
of Sharon's stretchpants and tugged a little. Sharon
looked at her finger but made no move to withdraw it.


"C'mon. Let him eat you. He's SO good at it.
Wouldn't you like to feel his tongue sliding inside
you, plunging in and out, licking everywhere? Wouldn't
you like to feel him licking and sucking your clit until
you come in his mouth? God girl, I'm getting wet just

thinking about it."


Sharon was actually trembling now, staring at Laura's
finger which was still stuck in her waistband. It looked
like she was using the pad of it to gently caress Sharon's
stomach. Seeing this, my cock took a tremendous lurch in
my pants. Laura had told me once, early in our marriage,
that she had an attraction for
other women at times. An attraction which, she told me,
had led to a one-time lesbian encounter with one of her girlfriends
back in high school. She'd never mentioned it again
and in truth, I'd always suspected that the
story was something she'd gotten out of a Cosmo magazine
or something as a recommended manner of turning on your
man. But now, seeing her with her finger in our attractive
neighbor's pants, I was forced to reconsider this
notion.


"Aren't you wet Sharon?" Laura whispered
to her. "Doesn't the thought of his tongue in
you just make the juice swell up?"


Not saying anything, Sharon nodded.


"Then let him eat you." She whispered. "I
promise you won't be disappointed. Let him make you
come. You deserve it. It's your anniversery!"


"Ohh." Sharon moaned, neither saying yes or
no. But Laura took this as a sign of consent. She withdrew
her finger from her waistband and ran her hand down Sharon's
right leg. She pulled the leg into her lap and began untying
her shoe. Sharon offered no resistance as
her shoe and sock was removed from her right foot. Once it
was on the floor, Laura patted her lap. "Give me the
other foot." She said.


Sharon hesitated for a moment and I thought that the whole
thing was about to come to a halt now that she'd been
asked to make an overt move to further the encounter. But
finally, she picked her foot off the floor and placed it
in my wife's lap, turning sideways on the couch to do
it. She leaned back, closing her eyes and putting her left
forearm over her face. She was trembling all over.


Laura smiled, giving me a wicked glance as she went to work
on the left shoe and sock. She licked her lips excitedly.
Once the shoe and sock was on the floor with its companion,
she reached forward and grabbed the waistband of Sharon's
pants at the hips. Without being
told, Sharon lifted her hips. Slowly, she pulled them down,
revealing a pair of pink panties and Sharon's beautiful
legs to my gaze. Laura's hands slid softly along the
outside of her legs as she performed this
maneuver. I could see the flush of her arousal increasing.


She balled up the pants and tossed them over her shoulder.
"Would you care to do the panties Love?" She
asked me seductively.


I nodded, standing up and moving over to them. The front
of my sweats was tented as my erection strained outward.
Laura eyed it with a wicked smile. "I can see I don't
have to convince YOU." She told me.


I offered her a weak, guilty smile in return, figuring that
I'd be wise to keep my verbal outputs to a minimum lest
I inadvertently say something to screw this up.


"Doesn't she have the nicest legs?" Laura
asked me, running her hand up and down the upper thigh of
the left one. She slid her hand under the knee and picked
the leg up, pushing it out over the floor and into my
waiting hands. This served to open her thighs
considerably, giving me a view of her panty-clad crotch.
The panties were simple cotton, colored pink, cut high.
They were sucked into her slit and I could tell they were
damp. Curls of dark pubic hair stuck out a few millimeters
on each side of the crotch.


"Give her the full treatment." My wife instructed
me.


I nodded, swallowing with a mouth that had gone dry. I could
not believe that this was happening. I kneeled down on the
floor in front of the couch, placing her left foot on my right
shoulder. Laura began stroking
Sharon's right upper thigh. I slid my hands up and down
her calf a few times. She had obviously shaved recently,
probably I figured, because she was expecting
sex from her husband tonight, and her skin was smooth as
a baby's butt. It was soft and feminine, well muscled.
I slid my hand up further, across the inside of her knee to
mid-thigh. Laura was right, her legs were beautiful.


A sigh escaped Sharon but she kept her eyes tightly closed.
I took her toes gently into my mouth, sucking on each one,
running my tongue into the spaces between them, paying
particular attention to the big toe. She
moaned, hitching in a breath as I did this. I licked across
the bottom of her foot, moving upward along the back of her
calf. When I got to the back of her knee I kissed and sucked
here for a moment. This elicited another moan, louder this
time.


I continued up the inside of her thigh, trailing wet kisses
up her skin, occasionally licking softly. Her thigh was
trembling slightly, goose bumps clearly standing out.
At about mid-thigh the odor of her arousal reached my nose
for the first time. Her scent
was different than Laura's, softer, yet tangyer.
I felt my dick quiver as I smelled her musk. For the first
time in eight years I was inhaling the scent of a woman other
than Laura. I continued up the inside of her
thigh, my eyes taking in the beautiful sight of her panty-clad
crotch.


Laura, I saw, was now using both of her hands to fondle the
other thigh. As I watched, she slid one hand up over her hip
and under the hem of her sweater, pushing it upward. Sharon's
stomach was flat and tanned. Laura
began rubbing her fingertips around her navel, causing
the muscles there to twitch and dance. I ran my tongue suddenly
up to the junction of her thigh, encountering the trailing
edge of her panties. I licked along the length of them and
her crotch pushed forward into my face, the damp panties
leaving a wet spot on my cheek.


"Do you want him to take them off?" Laura asked
Sharon softly, pulling her sweater up a little more and
running her other hand lightly over the crotch of her panties.
"I can feel how wet you are. You're soaked.
Does your husband ever get you this wet?"


"No." Sharon breathed.


"So you want him to take them off?"


She nodded.


"Ask him then. C'mon, say it." Laura said.


"Please." Sharon pleaded. "Take them
off. Take then off and eat me. Please."


Laura smiled, trailing her hand upward, further under
Sharon's sweater. I could see she was cupping one of
her breasts now. "You heard the lady." She told
me.


I reached up and grabbed the waist of her panties at each
hip. Once again Sharon lifted up to assist me. Laura let
go of the leg that she had in her possession and relinquished
it to me. I pushed both legs up into the air and slid the panties
off, trailing them upward
and over her feet. I dropped them to the floor and then placed
her legs on my shoulders, spreading them again and gazing
between them. Her pussy was covered with a
bush of dark black hair, it's color a stark contrast
to Laura's blonde bush. Her vaginal lips were swollen
and puffy, standing open invitingly, moisture glistening
off of them. Her clit was as erect as a nipple, protruding
out of its hood.


I leaned forward, her intoxicating odor, so different
from my wife's, filling my head with lust. I slid my
tongue between her wet lips and licked slowly upward, tasting
her tart flavor. She moaned loudly, pushing her
crotch into my face. I stopped short of her clit, circling
my tongue over the top of it and back down into her pussy without
actually making contact. I thrust my tongue in and out of
her a few times, spreading her wider.


"Ohh God." She moaned. "It feels so goooood."


"Let's get your shirt off Honey." I heard
Laura say. This was followed by the rustle of clothing from
above me and a few shiftings of my target as she maneuvered.
I continued to lick her, still avoiding her clit for the
time being but licking softly at its hood. With my peripheral
vision I saw the green sweater float to the floor on my left.
A moment later Laura, her voice breathless, said "Very
nice." A white bra floating down
on my left followed this.


I looked up, keeping my tongue firmly in her vagina, and
saw Sharon's exposed breasts, or at least the right
one. The left one was covered by Laura's kneading hand.
Her nipple was small and very erect. It was heaving up
and down with her rapid respiration. Sharon's eyes
were now open. Filled with longing they were staring downward,
alternating between my head between her thighs and Laura's
hand on her tit.


I returned my attention to her pussy, starting to lick her
clit softly now. This made her hips buck up and down and a
continuous moaning to emit from her mouth. I
built this up slowly, increasing the frequency of my licks
and throwing in an occasional soft suck. When I heard her
draw in a sharp intake of breath that seemed
unrelated to what I was doing, I looked up again and saw that
Laura had removed her hand and was now suckling at Sharon's
nipple. Sharon was resting one hand on the back of Laura's
head and the other on the back of my head. Her eyes were closed
again and she
seemed to be in a state of rapture.


Have you ever seen a woman sucking another woman's
tit? I mean in real life, not in a porno mag or on a porno movie.
I'm telling you, it's the most erotic sight imaginable.
I felt like I was about to shoot off in my
pants before anyone even had a chance to touch my cock.


I continued to lick and suck Sharon, focusing more and more
on her clit as she became more excited. I kept one eye trained
upward watching the antics of my wife as I did so.


She sucked on one tit for a while, occasionally teasing
the nipple with her tongue and then switched to the other
one. After servicing this one for a while, she
raised her head up and applied her mouth to Sharon's.



Sharon seemed hesitant at first, trying to turn her head
but Laura was persistent, grasping her face and turning
it back. She licked the outside of Sharon's lips softly,
in much the same manner as I'd treated her
lower lips a few minutes before, and finally Sharon opened
her mouth. My wife slid her tongue between the lips and Sharon's
tongue emerged to meet it. They swirled their tongues for
a few moments, the kiss becoming more intense. Laura began
sucking on her lips, making them swell. She often did this
to me and I knew the sensation was incredible.


When Sharon seemed ready for the final push I began to suck
on her clit without let-up. Her pelvis began to mash into
my face rhythmically, almost painfully and I started to
suck harder. Her moans came unmuffled and I looked up to
see that Laura was sucking her tits again.


She panted and moaned, louder and louder. Her pelvic thrusts
became stronger and stronger. Finally, with a cry that
her husband probably would have heard if he'd been
home, she came, her orgasm lasting nearly a minute, her
thighs crushing my head like a vise.


When her legs relaxed around me I pulled my face out of her
crotch and looked at her. She was still breathing heavily,
her face damp with perspiration. Laura had pulled her head
up from her breasts and was staring at her too.


"Not bad huh?" Laura asked her oftly. "Didn't
I tell you he knew what he was doing?"


She nodded softly, spacily. "Yeah." She breathed.
"That was_." She seemed to think about it for
a minute. "That was the most intense thing I've
ever felt."

"You want him to fuck you now?" Laura asked her.
"He fucks almost as good as he eats. Do you want his
cock in you?"


"Yes." She cried. "Oh God yes. Fuck me
please. Let your husband fuck me. I want it in me sooo bad!"


She smiled at me, her hand dropping down to Sharon's
pussy and dipping in. "You heard the lady."
She said. "Get those pants off and give her what she
wants." Not needing a second command, I stood and
dropped my sweats
and underwear in a single motion, releasing my turgid cock.


"Come down to the floor." I told Sharon, stepping
back, giving her room. Laura released her (licking the
pussy juice off of her finger afterward) and she slid her

naked body down to the Berber carpet. Whipping my shirt
off and tossing it across the room, I dropped to my knees
and grabbed Sharon's thighs. I pulled her forward
I lay atop her, pressing my pelvis to hers. My mouth found
hers and we began to kiss, a wet, sloppy, deep-probing tongue
kiss. I found that she wasn't as good a kisser as my wife
was but she more than made up for in
enthusiasm what she lacked in skill. I felt the head of my
cock pressing against her soaked pussy. Without hesitation
I sank into her, burying myself to the hilt.


Her legs wrapped around my back and I began to fuck her in
earnest, not bothering with the slow build-up, just slamming
away at her.


She grunted with each of my thrusts, her hands caressing
my ass. My mouth left hers and found her tit, though it was
quite a stretch since she was about 5-2 and I was six feet.
Her nipple was hard and already wet
with the taste of Laura's mouth. Though her pussy was
tighter than Laura's was, she hadn't birthed
two kids through it after all, she didn't have the control
of her vaginal muscles that my wife did. In this way it
was both better and worse than fucking Laura. But it was
different, no matter what, and I was enjoying it.


I was in a strange pussy for the first time in years and I'd
just watched my wife sucking this woman's tits and
kissing her. I was on overload and though I usually have
a strong degree of control over my orgasm, I felt
it straining to be released now. I had to slow up a few times
to keep from shooting off too soon and I had to concentrate
on something else which I was loath to do
since experiences like this only came around once, if that,
in a lifetime.


Somehow I managed to hang in there, pounding away at Sharon,
until she shrieked her way through another orgasm. And
then I felt warm, familiar breasts pressing into my back
and a hand caressing my swinging balls. Laura had taken
off her clothes while we'd been fucking
and was now rubbing herself against me. I felt her hand slide
from my balls, moving forward and then her finger was inside
of Sharon's pussy with me. She began kissing
my neck softly in a way I liked and then she was licking my
ears and whispering, "Come in her." She whispered.
"Shoot yourself in her, fill her up. And then, "
she promised, "I'm gonna suck all of it out of
her pussy."


"Oh God." I cried. That bit of nastiness pushed
me over the edge. My thrusts became frantic, a blur. My balls
slammed against her butt. My orgasm surged forward, building
to a crescendo of euphoria within me.


"No!" Sharon cried, alarmed. "Don't
come in me! I'm fertile!"


But it was too late, my seed blasted out of my balls and I began
to shoot and shoot inside of my pretty young neighbor. I
could not remember having an orgasm that intense before.
When my thrusts slowed down to
nothing, Laura put her hand between us and rolled me off
Sharon. My cock popped free with a sticky slurping noise.
Her pussy was absolutely drooling come.


"Oh my God." Sharon said, staring in horror.
"You came in me. This is my fertile period. What if
you get me pregnant?!"


I looked at Laura, who seemed completely unconcerned with
this problem. "I guess, " She said, "We'll
just have to get that sperm out of you then." With that
she dropped her head down between Sharon's legs and
started slurping away at her pussy.


"Stop!" Sharon cried, trying to push her off,
but Laura persisted, licking and sucking obscenely, her
blonde head moving frantically back and forth. After a
moment, Sharon's hands dropped away. Another moment
and she stopped saying "stop". Another moment
and she began to groan, her legs coming up around Laura's
back.


I watched, fascinated, as my wife ate another woman's
pussy. My dick, which was still dripping with come and with
Sharon's pussy secretions, jerked a few times and
then began to harden, something I would have sworn
wasn't possible so soon after an orgasm. Sharon's
hands came up and began playing with Laura's dangling
tits, tweaking the nipples and rubbing them. Curiosity
and arousal showed in her face. Laura moaned against her

pussy, swinging her shoulders with Sharon's rhythm.Almost
absently I began to fondle myself, bringing the stiffening
up to a full-fledged hard-on.


Laura glanced over at me, saw what I was doing, and raised
her head out of Sharon's pussy for a moment, much to
Sharon's displeasure which she signaled with a
frustrated "No."


"Don't just sit there jacking off, you idiot."
Laura told me. "Put that thing in me and fuck me."


"Right." I said, embarrassed that the thought
hadn't occurred to me earlier.


I positioned myself behind my wife and slid into her, grabbing
her buttcheeks for leverage. I began thrusting, feeling
much more in control now, while she continued to eat Sharon
out. I watched over her back as
her blonde head bobbed in Sharon's crotch and as Sharon's
tits heaved up and down in pleasure.


Shortly, Sharon began to shriek again and was soon echoing
another orgasm through the living room. When the spasms
stopped, Laura pulled her face away from her crotch and
her pussy away from my cock.


"How was that?" She asked Sharon softly. "I
haven't done that in years. Did I do it right?"
Sharon looked at her blankly, her mind apparently on overload.
"It was beautiful." She said.


Laura smiled. "Thank you." She told her. "Then
you won't mind returning the favor?"


"What?" She asked, confused, shocked. She
started to say something but was stopped when Laura suddenly
spun around and planted her pussy down on her face. She landed
with a wet squish.


"Now eat ME." Laura told her, wiggling her crotch
in Sharon's face.


My mouth dropped open as I saw Sharon tentatively begin
to lick my wife's blonde pussy. Laura instructed her
inthe proper manner of doing it and was soon sighing
softly as her student accomplished the lesson.


"Very nice." My wife whispered.


I didn't know if Sharon was actually enjoying herself
or not and didn't really care. It was still quite a sight,
watching my beautiful neighbor, naked on my carpet, her
legs spread wide, licking my wife's wet pussy. Not
wanting to be left out, I moved forward,
taking my cock in my hand and pressing it against Sharon's
pussy once again.


Laura gave me a knowing smile as I slid my member into her
and began thrusting once more. I leaned forward and began
sucking on Laura's tits, which she loved, and shortly
she began groaning the groaning with an
approaching orgasm. She spasmed her way through first
one than another under the duel assault of our mouths.


Sharon, meanwhile, despite her earlier protestations,
was now enthusiastically thrusting her pelvis back against
me. She also came once more before I felt the
inevitable surge running up my spine.


She didn't even protest as I shot another full load
directly up inside of her. When I finally stopped thrusting,
I pulled myself out of her, again leaving her pussy a drooling
mess. Laura climbed off of her face and leaned down to give
her a long soul kiss. She then leaned over and gave me the
same. As her tongue swirled with mine I could taste the combined
mixture of two different pussy juices and my own seed in
her mouth. We pulled back from each other and simply stared,
all of us wondering what to make of
what had just happened. I saw that tears were inching their
way down Sharon's cheeks.


"I just want to say." Sharon finally spoke up.
"That this is the single most erotic thing that ever
happened to me. But_" She couldn't continue.
Laura nodded. "But
I guess things have changed between us, haven't they?"


Sharon nodded, stifling a sob. "Yeah." She
said. "But what do we do now. What if I'm pregnant?
It's my fertile period you know. There's a good
chance I am."

They both looked at me, as if I had the answers. I was still
trying to convince myself that this had really just happened.


"Well, " Laura said. "Suppose you are.
You've been wanting to have a baby haven't you?"
"Yes." She said. "But Tom's baby,
not his."
"But you've been having problems you told me.
And you've been to the doctor and there's nothing
wrong with you but Tom refuses to go and see if his sperm count
is low or if there's other problems. Right?"


Sharon blushed. "Well, yeah. But what does that have..."
"Look Sharon." Laura said. "I'm
kinda drunk and to tell you the truth, I don't know what
to make of what just
happened. Like you said, it was the most erotic thing I'
ve ever done in my life. But what are the consequences going
to be tomorrow, when we're sober? Who knows? Maybe
we'll hate each other. Maybe we'll become obsessed
with each other and start doing this
every night. Or maybe we'll be able to pretend it never
happened and go on like we've always done. What I suggest
you do is fuck your husband when he gets home.
Find some way to do it. Suck his cock, give him a rim-job,
do whatever you have to but get him to fuck you and come in
you. That way, if you turn up pregnant."


She shrugged, smiling. "There's as good a chance
it was Tom's as his."


Sharon considered this, thinking deeply. "My pussy
is a little sore." She finally said.
We stared at her, not sure whether or not to laugh. "I
suppose it would be." I finally offered.


"But I think I can convince him to do me." She
sat up straighter. "It won't be anything like
this though."


"No." Laura answered. "I suppose it won't
be." Five minutes later she was dressed and out the
door. Laura and I looked at each other, not sure what to say,
not sure what to do. Finally she turned off the VCR and put

the wineglasses in the sink. She went to bed. By the time
I locked up the house and joined her there, she was sound
asleep and snoring.


I lay awake for a long time, wondering what tomorrow would
bring. There are more neighbors moving in next door and
across the street. hmmmmmmmmmm Hope their wives like wine!

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Bravo ! u have such a horny and motherfucking nasty mind.......Simply
AWsome !
Never read anything more erotic......I just came while
reading it..MAN !WoW.....

3/9/2006

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VERY GOOD read , enjoyable and very entertaining, truth
or fiction it is every married mans dream !

3/10/2006