I was both surprised and flattered when my best friend and next door neighbor, Jen, confided to me that her husband, Demarcus, had a crush on me. However, I was taken aback when Jen suggested that I should be Demarcus’s present for his fortieth birthday. I had never even considered such a thing.
I told my husband, Tom, about this bizarre request. I expected Tom to be shocked, if not offended. However, he surprised me by making it clear that he found the idea titillating and intriguing. At first, it seemed like the idea would simply be a fantasy of sorts to augment our rather mundane sex life; not something we would make a reality.
However, Tom kept revisiting the subject, and seemed to be seriously considering allowing me to do this, to be Demarcus’s present for his birthday. I must confess, the thought of being with my tall, muscular and handsome, black neighbor aroused me.
After a series of progressively more explicit conversations about what might happen between Demarcus and me, Tom allowed me to spend last Friday night with my best friend’s husband on his birthday.
While Demarcus and I were enjoying each other at his house, Jen was entertaining Tom next door at my house.
I returned home to my husband at noon Saturday morning, well fucked, satisfied beyond description, with my vagina swollen, sore and seeping Demarcus’s sperm.
Demarcus and I entered my backdoor to my kitchen. Demarcus’s semen was leaking from me. We found Jen waiting patiently. She was dressed, her hair wet and pulled into a ponytail. Tom was still in our shower.
I said my goodbyes to my neighbors turned lovers, hugging both of them before they left.
I entered the master bathroom to find Tom exiting the shower, his flaccid penis hanging in front of him as he dried himself.
I removed my dress. He was surprised to see that I was naked under the dress. I had given my panties to Demarcus as a memento; and I had carried my bra, garter belt and stockings rather than put them on before coming home. They were lying in the bed in the next room.
Tom watched intently as I stepped into the shower, squatted slightly and withdrew my diaphragm, causing a flood of Demarcus’s semen to run down my inner thighs and spill on the shower floor. Tom’s penis began to thicken and stiffen immediately upon seeing the large dollops of his friend’s sperm flowing from his wife’s sore and swollen labia.
Tom and I spent the next hour comparing notes, each telling the other about our evening of debauchery with our neighbors.
Tom revealed a few surprising facts about my best friend’s sexual desires. I learned that Jen was multiple orgasmic. I think Tom used the term ‘easy cummer’ to describe her. But what really shocked me was that Jen introduced my husband to his first successful anal experience. That’s right, Jen allowed Tom to fuck her in her backside; and she had two orgasms with his cock in her ass.
I was initially jealous and irritated that Tom had successfully performed this act with her, something I had never been able to do because of the pain involved.
My temporary bout with jealousy made it a bit easier to tell my husband the details of how Demarcus forced orgasm upon orgasm upon me. I an ashamed to admit this, but a small part of me wanted to make Tom a little bit jealous, too.
So while Tom fucked me, I described in vivid detail how, last Friday night, I struggled to accommodate Demarcus’s massive black cock. I admitted that I had enjoyed a series of massively powerful orgasms while I was impaled by Demarcus’s large erection.
I even confessed that when I was having trouble achieving my final orgasm, late Saturday morning, I begged Demarcus to finger my backside while I rode astride him, his huge, black cock buried ‘balls deep’ in my pussy.
Tom came while I told him about my final orgasm.
Saturday afternoon:
Tom and I relaxed and made love the rest of the weekend. Every time I would make any reference to the size of Demarcus’s large black cock, my husband would get erect. He would hang on my every word,. The more graphic the description, the better.
I gradually moved away from being jealous and angry, to being intrigued, to finally becoming aroused, by the thought of my husband having his first and only anal experience with my best friend. I finally came to grips with the fact that if I could not give that to Tom, I was glad that Jen did.
Sunday Evening:
Sunday night we sat in the den, listening to music and sipping our drinks. Tom was having a scotch, I was enjoying a glass of chardonnay.
I looked over at Tom and said, “How are you feeling?”
“Fine. You?”
“I’m feeling a little antsy. Do you regret what we did?” I asked, not exactly sure where I was taking this conversation.
“I don’t think so. Why? Do you?”
“No. But things are a little different. We both had wild sex with our neighbors; people we will see day in and day out.”
Tom thought for a second before answering, “I guess it will be a little weird talking to Demarcus knowing I was in his wife’s backside, and he gave my wife the best orgasm of her life.”
“Do you think we’ll ever do anything like that again?” I asked nervously.
“Would you want to?”
I thought for a minute and responded, “I don’t know. Maybe. Would you?”
“I’d be lying if I said that I have not been thinking about it. It is tempting.”
I looked at Tom and with a playfully chastising tone I said, “So you’ve been thinking about Jen’s backside all weekend?”
Tom let out a laugh and responded, “Actually, the thought of watching you ride Demarcus is the thing I can’t get out of my mind. It’s like a sore tooth, I cannot leave that image alone. I keep going back to it, imagining it.”
“So you did not experience any jealousy? None?” I asked. I was not sure if I was happy or hurt that my husband seemed to be so comfortable with my reaction to our neighbor’s wonderful, large, black cock.
“Oh, I’m not saying that. I had a knot in my stomach when I watched Demarcus escort you out of our house on Friday night. God, you looked fantastic. I kept imagining him undressing you, and seeing you in the matching red garter belt and shear bra and panties.” Tom took a sip of his scotch before continuing, “But my jealousy was overwhelmed by my arousal as I imagined what he would do to you, to my wife. And Christine, I knew you would probably climax, probably more than once. But I also knew that it would just be sex, not love. I know you love me. I knew that there was no risk of me losing you.”
Tom managed to say precisely the right thing. He made me feel loved and confident in our relationship, while allowing me to enjoy the erotic memories of my night with Demarcus with minimal guilt.
“I really struggled with your description of you and Jen at first, but as the image I formed in my mind became increasingly vivid, I became more aroused.”
“Why do you think you got so jealous, initially?” Tom asked before finishing his scotch.
I paused to consider my answer as he went to the bar to pour himself a second drink.
“I have wondered that myself. I think it is because you did something with her that we could not do. I think I felt threatened by the fact that she gave you something that I could not. On some level, I think I was worried that because you were able to do that with her…you know, enter her backside… that you’d like sex with her better than with me.”
Tom walked over to the couch where I was seated, extended his hand, and pulled me to a standing position. He took my face in his hands and kissed me deeply.
Looking into my eyes, he assured me, “Christine, please, do not ever think that. You are my wife, my lover, my best friend. You are the most important thing in the world to me. I would never, not even for a moment, think that sex with someone else was better than making love to you. You said it right yesterday, when we were in the tub; Jen and I fucked; you and I make love.”
I don’t think I have ever felt Tom’s love for me and dedication to me more strongly than I did at that moment. I realize how bizarre it sounds, but I felt closer to my husband after allowing my handsome, black neighbor to drive me to a series of powerful orgasm, and after learning that my husband had his first successful anal experience with my best friend. It’s hard to understand, but that is precisely how I felt at the moment.
“Tom, I think I want you to make love to me tonight.”
“I would like that very much,” Tom said as he set his half empty glass down and led me to the bedroom. We made love slowly and passionately. I did not achieve a climax, but it was beautiful and fulfilling, nonetheless.
Monday Morning:
I was sitting on my back patio, listening to the pool’s waterfall cascade into the pool. The sound was more than relaxing, it was hypnotic. I was still dressed in my sleeping attire, a t-shirt, my panties and a terrycloth robe. My mind was all over the place.
I was startled from my trance by Jen peering around the corner and asking, “Up for some company?”
“Sure, come join me. Grab a cup of coffee if you want,” I offered.
“Thanks, I think I will,” she said entering my kitchen. Jen knew her way around my kitchen as well as I did. She also now knew her way around my husband pretty well too, I mused.
Jen returned carrying a steaming cup of black coffee. She was wearing a green, v-neck t-shirt and a pair of white shorts. The white cotton material of her shorts accented the deep tan on her long legs nicely. I could not deny that there was something very sensual and seductive about this woman.
Even with a bra on, I could distinctly see her erect nipples straining firmly against the cotton material of her shirt. Her long blonde hair fell to her shoulders. Yes, I could see why Tom was so taken with this gorgeous, statuesque Nordic beauty.
“I don’t know how you drink your coffee black. I need cream and sugar or it is simply too bitter for me,” I commented.
Jen let out a loud laugh and said, “I guess I like my men and my coffee the same way, strong, black and hot.”
“I guess I set you up with that joke, huh?”
She nodded and smiled. “So how are you and my boyfriend feeling? Are you two okay after Friday night’s adventures?” she asked with a genuine interest which bordered on concern.
“Oh, we are doing find. It is a little surreal, you know. Tom and I have never played like that before. I asked him if he regretted it, and he assured me that he does not.”
Jen hesitated just a moment before asking her next question, “What about you? Do you regret it?”
I smiled and shook my head, “No, I can’t say that I do. I thoroughly enjoyed my time with Demarcus. You did not exaggerate one bit. He’s wonderful. But I did have an unexpected bout of jealousy when Tom told me what you and he did.”
Jen’s face flushed and she became visibly nervous, “Oh, he told you about that?”
“Jen, it’s alright. Really. I’m not mad. You see, the thing is, early in our marriage Tom and I tried to do that a few times. I couldn’t. It simply hurt too much. I had to make him stop before he even got ‘his foot in the door’, so to speak.”
Jen interrupted me, “Well I certainly can’t take Demarcus back there…”
I laughed loudly, “Well I guess not. My god, girl, of course you can’t. That man is huge.”
She giggled and said, “Okay, that was a stupid thing to say. But it was nice to take Tom back there. I enjoyed it. He got me off, twice, that way.”
“I know. He told me. He was quite pleased with himself. In fact, he kind of pissed me off a bit that he was so proud that he made you cum that way.”
Jen paused for a second, and then confessed, “Can I tell you something?”
“I think you and I are well beyond keeping secrets from each other,” I responded.
“That is the only time I have ever climaxed that way.”
“So, you’ve done this before?
She blushed again and admitted, “I tried it a couple of times in college, before I met Demarcus. I was able to ‘do it’, but I did not climax. But Saturday morning with Tom was different. I could not believe I responded that way.”
“I know. I heard all about it,” I admitted. I took a sip of coffee and continued, “So how do you and Demarcus feel about Friday night?”
“Oh, we had a wonderful time. It was fun and sexy. But the best part is that we really, really like you guys. It wasn’t just a sports fuck. We really enjoy being with you guys.”
“So neither you nor Demarcus got jealous?”
“Oh my, no. Demarcus is happy that Tom got me off so many times. He knows there is no way he is ever going to be able to take me anally, so he is very glad Tom was able get me off that way. He just wishes that he could have witnessed it.”
“And you’re not jealous about Demarcus and me?” I asked. I was genuinely trying to understand the emotions at play here, including mine.
“Oh, not at all. I was glad you got to enjoy that big black cock. I knew you’d love it. Christine, you are my best friend. I wanted to share that with you. And I wanted to satisfy Demarcus’s fantasy. He’s been thinking about you since we moved next door.”
I did not respond. To be honest, I was feeling a little bit small and petty. It seemed that I was the only one who experienced any resentment or jealousy. I did not like what that said about me as a person.
After a period of silence, Jen changed the subject and talked about the Caribbean cruise that she and Demarcus had planned next month. I mostly listened passively. My thoughts were elsewhere. I kept wondering if our little adventure was a one time event, or if we were going to repeat this sexually charged experience again and again. I honestly could not decide what I really wanted to have happen. But I knew my panties were very moist as I wrestled with the possibilities.
Jen finished her coffee, got up and started to leave.
“I better get going. I have an appointment at ten o’clock with our financial advisor, and then I need to hit the gym. I’ll catch you later.”
I nodded, and then I surprised myself. Almost without thinking, and certainly without discussing it with Tom, I blurted out, “Would you and Demarcus like to come over for dinner Friday night?”
I acted on impulse. I am not exactly sure why I did this without even consulting Tom. I had not even decided I ever wanted to repeat the debaucheries of the past weekend, yet I made an invitation that, at best, would be fraught with temptation.
Oh, I know, it was an innocent sounding dinner invitation, but Jen and I both knew that after this past weekend’s event, it was not. If Jen and Demarcus accepted, this dinner would place all the key parties into the same room, with alcohol and opportunity.
Jen smiled broadly, and said, “I think that would be nice. I’ll bring the salad and dessert, okay?”
Her facial expression left no doubt that she understood that this dinner could turn into something far more intimate than merely sharing a meal.
“That sounds great. We’ll see you at seven o’clock on Friday,” I replied nervously.
I felt my heart pounding in my chest as I stood to hug Jen goodbye.
I went into my bathroom, stripped, and filled the tub half way full.
I climbed in the warm water. After a few minutes, my fingers found their way to my erect clitoris. I was anxious, nervous and aroused. My mind raced in several directions.
I did not know what I wanted, or what I expected. The thought of enjoying Demarcus again was almost too tempting. And I confess, I did want to watch Tom fuck Jen. I had successfully transformed my jealousy into a titillating image where Jen is kneeling in the bed, her face buried in the pillows moaning and whimpering from the combination of pain and pleasure as my husband punishes her anus with his six and a half inch erection.
I turned on the hand held water massager and adjusted the nozzle to deliver a rapid series of pulsating jets. Opening my labia with my left hand, I held the water massager with my right hand and directed the pulsations to my clitoris.
I came almost instantly as I imagined Tom fucking Jen’s tight ass while Demarcus and I watched. I came powerfully and suddenly. Since I was alone in my house, I did not feel the need to be quiet. I cried out loudly, uttering a series of incoherent moans as my entire body quivered.
Quickly, the sensation on my clitoris became too intense and I removed the jet. I shut off the water, and lay there, panting in the warm water. With my breasts still heaving from the excitement of my orgasm, I admitted the truth to myself. I did want to continue to explore these intimacies with our best friends and neighbors.
I washed, got out of the tub and dried. I dressed and went about my day. I was anxious all day, unsure what I would tell Tom when he returned home.
After dinner, Tom and I retired to the den.
“Can you talk?” I asked with a quiver in my voice.
“Sure. What’s on your mind?”
“I should talked to you first, but I did something.”
Tom’s voice conveyed a level of concern. “What did you do?”
“I invited Jen and Demarcus over for dinner on Friday?”
Tom laughed loudly, “That’s it? Seriously? Christine, we have them over for dinner all the time. What’s the big deal?”
“Tom, I have a feeling that this time it will be different. Very different. I think they may be expecting to ‘play’. I should have talked to you first.”
“Christine, you are making too big a deal out of this. No one is going to force you into anything you don’t want. I promise.”
“I know that,” I responded nervously. I paused and then said what I really wanted to say, “I think I want this.”
“Christine, you just woke up ‘Thomas’. I swear, I am getting such a boner right now.”
‘Thomas’ is the pet name we use to refer to Tom’s penis. I could see the bulge pulsing in the front of Tom’s pants.
“So you’re not mad at me?”
“Fuck no. I am thrilled. If you are okay with this, I am thrilled with it. I promise.”
“Tom, I need you to promise me something.”
“What’s that?”
I looked into his eyes. I wanted to convey that my next comment was a serious one.
“Promise me that you won’t fall in love with her. Promise me that this won’t ruin our marriage. And promise me that you’ll never see her without me knowing about it,” I said, almost begging. I truly was scared that I was leading us down a very dangerous slope.
“Christine, I promise you all of those things. Can you make me the same promises?”
“I can. I promise. Tom, I may let him fuck me, but I promise, you are the only man I will ever love. And I promise you, no matter what we do with other people, I will always belong to you, and you to me.”
We chatted a few more minutes and then retired to the bedroom, made love and fell asleep.
The week seemed to drag on. There were days where time seemed to simply stop. I was perpetually distracted about our dinner date on Friday night. For some reason, I seemed to be more nervous about having Demarcus and Jen over than I was the previous Friday when I was Demarcus’s birthday present.
I decided that I need to abstain from masturbating starting on Tuesday. I also cut Tom off, starting Tuesday. I did not know what Friday would bring, but I knew I wanted to be primed and ready. By the end of the week, I was climbing the walls, I was so horny.
I know Tom jacked off every morning in the shower to take the edge off. I was tempted to climb in the shower a couple of times and give him a blow job, but I didn’t. I feared that if I performed fellatio on him, I would be too wound up myself to resist making myself cum.
Friday finally arrived. I went to my hair appointment, and then had my nails done, before noon. Then I swung by Whole Foods to pick up some tilapia for tonight’s dinner. It was almost two o’clock when I arrived home. After putting the fish and other groceries away, I ran a bath.
I stripped and got ready to climb in the warm bath water, when I caught my image in the mirror. I studied my naked form. Objectively speaking, I was an attractive woman. At five foot, four inches, with a slender figure and small, but perky breasts I could still turn heads. I have been told, on many occasions, that with my blonde hair and large green eyes, I resemble Reese Witherspoon. I could appreciate the fact that my breasts were firm, my nipples erect, my stomach flat and my butt shapely. I did look good.
I bathed, and shaved the slight stubble off my mound and legs. I got out of the tub and dried myself. When Tom arrived home I was sitting in front of my vanity table wearing only my robe, putting on my make up.
“What are you going to wear?” he asked.
“I don’t know. Maybe my sundress? Or I could go more casual. What do you think?”
“Wear those white daisy dukes, and the white V-neck top I like so much. And let’s leave off the bra tonight,” Tom suggested with a bit of an evil grin.
“Tom, I can’t do that. The girls will be plainly visible. It would be like inviting trouble,” I protested.
Tom laughed, “I think you invited trouble on Monday when you and Jen planned this dinner tonight. Besides, both Jen and Demarcus have seen you topless already.”
“But Tom, come on. It would be like saying ‘we invited you two over to a swinging party’. I’d be too embarrassed,” I continued to protest, but truthfully, my resolve was weakening. I kind of actually wanted to go braless; but I needed Tom to talk me into it.
“Come on, Christine. It will help set the mood and tell Demarcus that things are a little different between the four of us now.”
“Tom, I think he already knows that. But okay, I’ll do it if you really want me to.”
I finished applying my make-up, put on a pair of white bikini panties, and my white daisy duke shorts. I found the shear white cotton V-neck shirt that Tom liked and pulled it over my head. I glanced in the mirror. I was taken aback by what I saw.
“Oh my, you can see right through this thing.”
“Christine, you look stunning…you are smoking hot.”
I felt myself blush under his gaze, but his praise felt good. I knew I looked good, damn good in fact. However, if I am honest, I also have to admit that Jen was prettier and more stunning than I was. She had a tall, statuesque body. At five foot, ten inches tall, she had the long legs and figure of a model. She was an avid tennis player and had the sleek look of a well conditioned athlete. She had a blue-eyed, blonde, Swedish or Norwegian appearance that I envied.
That’s why Tom’s gushing over my appearance was so important to me. He reassured me that, at least to him, I was just as pretty and desirable as Jen. And believing he genuinely felt that way gave me the confidence I needed to proceed with our evening. I did not want to spend the evening insecure about my looks in the presence of a gorgeous Nordic goddess.
“Thank you. I am glad you think so. I need to get to the kitchen and start making dinner. Would you bring me a glass of wine?”
I went into the kitchen and put on a full length apron. Tom showed up moments later with my wine.
I coated the tilapia with ‘Paul Prudhomme’s blackened red fish magic’. The rice was cooking in the rice maker. I had a pan of charro beans simmering on the stove.
Everything was on schedule. So why was I so nervous? So anxious? So uneasy?
I jumped slightly when the doorbell rang. They were here. I glanced at the clock. It read six fifty three. They were seven minutes early. Did this mean that they were anxious, too?
I entered the living room in time to see Tom inviting our guests into the den, and asking for drink orders. Jen wanted wine, Demarcus opted for scotch. I witnessed Demarcus handing Tom a paper sack with a large bottle inside. Tom placed the paper sack on the bar.
I followed Jen into the kitchen. Jen was carrying a large wooden bowl containing spinach salad, which she placed it on the counter. She turned and hugged me.
Demarcus followed her and went to the refrigerator and placed a pie inside.
“This is one of my personal specialties, key lime pie. I made it last night. I hope you guys like it,” Demarcus bragged.
“You didn’t have to do that, but thank you,” I replied as he hugged me and kissed my cheek.
My kitchen apron masked the fact that I was braless. They would discover that soon enough. I honestly was feeling a bit embarrassed that I seemed to be the only one who was wearing anything that was more revealing than typical party attire.
For a brief moment, I considered excusing myself and going to my bedroom to put on a bra. But I knew that Tom would be disappointed if I did. So I decided to endure my embarrassment and leave the bra off.
Tom shouted from the den, “Christine, why don’t you take a break from cooking and come have a drink with us. Bring our guests back here. I have their drinks ready. What would you like, honey?”
I turned towards Jen as I escorted Demarcus and her to the den and asked, “What are you drinking tonight?”
“I think Tom is pouring me a glass of chardonnay,” she responded.
I looked at Tom, and said, “I’ll have another glass of chardonnay, too.”
Jen was wearing, an orange and white halter style, sun dress. Her long legs seemed to go on forever. Her perky breast were barely concealed under the orange and white halter top. I must admit, this is the first time in my life I was this aware of another woman’s sexual aura. Perhaps it was simply the fact that my husband was somewhat enamored by her beauty. But I knew it was more than that. I was attracted to Jen myself.
Demarcus was wearing a white polo shirt and white shorts with sandals that contrasted his muscular ebony build quite nicely.
Tom poured me a glass of wine, and then emptied the sack which Demarcus had placed on the bar. The paper bag contained a liter bottle of Cuervo Especial tequila, three lemons and a shaker of salt.
I looked at Demarcus and asked, “So what do you have in mind with all that tequila?”
“I thought we might play a little drinking game after dinner. I thought it might be kind of fun.”
“I see. I don’t know about that. Last time I let you talk me into having fun, I had trouble walking the next day.”
I felt myself blush at my boldness. I surprised myself that I would say something like that.
Demarcus let out a big laugh and said, “Well, you seem to be walking just fine now.”
We made small talk for the next fifteen minutes. Many of the comments had sexual overtones, or innuendos. The sexual tension was high.
I finished my wine, and handed my glass to my husband and said, “I better start dinner. Would you bring me another glass of wine?”
I normally only have one or two glasses of wine during an evening, but I was nervous. I was not sure what the evening had in store for me, and I felt like a little additional ‘liquid courage’ might be in order.
I went to the kitchen to blacken the fish. The charro beans were simmering on the stove and the rice had finished cooking in the rice cooker.
Demarcus came around the corner and handed me a glass of chardonnay. “I told Tom that I’d keep you company if he would entertain Jen.”
“How very gallant of you,” I quipped as I took a sip of my wine. “Here, put this on the dining table,” I instructed handing him the large wooden bowl containing the spinach salad which Jen had brought.
He returned quickly. At one point, he stood close behind me and hugged me as I flipped the sizzling tilapia in the iron skillet. He bent down and nuzzled my neck, saying, “I really enjoyed being with you last weekend.”
“Now you need to behave or you’ll make me burn the fish,” I chastised lightly. But honestly, I enjoyed the attention.
Demarcus continued to flirt with me, while I blackened the tilapia in my iron skillet. He helped me carry the platter of fish and a large serving bowl of charro beans to the table. I followed with a bowl of rice.
“Dinner is served,” I announced.
Then as nonchalantly as possible, I removed my apron. Both Demarcus and Jen expression displayed surprise and amusement. Jen smiled, and staring directly at my braless tits, she said, “Christine, you little vixen, you. I’m impressed. You are smokin’ girl…absolutely smokin’. Demarcus, doesn’t she look hot?”
Demarcus agree, “Yes, she sure does.”
I blushed and answered, “Well, thank you, I guess.”
I felt like I was on display as Tom, Jen and Demarcus openly stared at my erect nipples. Jen seemed to enjoy teasing me, making comments like, ‘are you cold, girlfriend?’ and ‘you know you could poke an eye out with those things’.
Clearly, all three were enjoying my embarrassment. I cannot explain it, but in a strange way, I enjoyed the embarrassment of being exposed this way myself. I liked being the center of attention and the focus of their open stares.
We finished dinner, emptied our wine glasses. Tom suggested, “Let’s have some after dinner drinks and our dessert in the den in front of the fireplace.”
Demarcus endorsed Tom’s suggestions with a, “That’s a splendid idea. Have you opened that bottle of Drambuie I brought you back from Scotland?”
“No, I was waiting for a special occasion. And this does seem to be an appropriately special occasion with our dearest and closest friends,” Tom replied.
“Drambuie?” I asked with a puzzled tone.
Tom smiled and said, “It is a liqueur from Scotland. I’ve actually never tried it before. Demarcus brought it back from his trip to Aberdeen last month.”
Jen said, “Christine, let’s clear the dishes and get the pie, and let the guys get the after dinner drinks.”
Jen and I returned to the den, each carrying two plates with key lime pie.
The gas log in the fireplace was burning to create a warm ambiance, but Tom had the air conditioner and ceiling fan on to keep the room from overheating. Demarcus was pouring an amber colored liquid into four brandy snifters.
I handed a piece of key lime pie to Demarcus, and he exchanged it for a brandy snifter of Drambuie. Jen made a similar exchange with Tom. For some reason, it just felt natural that we should serve each other’s husband their pie. I don’t think the symbolic nature of who served whom was lost on the guys either.
I took a bite of the key lime pie. “Demarcus, this is wonderful. And all this time, I thought you were just a pretty face and a stud muffin. I did not realize you had this kind of talent, too.”
Demarcus played along, “Christine, you’d be absolutely amazed at what I can do.”
“Oh, I know, and I was. I was very impressed with your talents,” I replied flirtatiously.
We finished our Drambuie, which be the way, was almost as wonderful as Demarcus’s key lime pie.
After three glasses of wine, and a snifter of Drambuie, I was feeling a bit light headed and uninhibited. I liked the feeling.
Jen and I took the dishes to the kitchen. Jen set her two plates on the counter next to the sink. I placed my two dishes in the sink, and turned back to face Jen. She was standing unusually close to me, and she did not back away as she normally would. She was staring at my breasts, smiling silently. It was an awkward few seconds before she spoke. I just stood there, unsure of what to do.
“Christine, I just love the way your breast stand up like this. Your nipples are hard as pebbles,” she said as she gently raised her right hand up to cup my left breast.
Her touch only lasted a mere second. She gently squeezed my breast, allowed her fingers to race across my nipple before giving it a slight pinch. Then she lowered her hand and stepped back.
“God, I wish my tits stood up like that without a bra,” Jen said as she walked back towards the den.
I stammered a weak sounding, “Thank you.”
It is the first time a woman had touched me like that. I was confused. Was she making a sexual overture? Or was this merely a friend expressing innocent admiration for how my braless breasts looked under the thin cotton material? My head was spinning.
I could not stop thinking about Jen’s brief touch of my breast. I was confused.
Jen and I returned to the den to find that our men had been busy in our absence. The guys had arranged the couch cushions on the floor around the coffee table in front of the fireplace. The bottle of tequila, the lemons, a knife and a shaker of salt were neatly arranged on a towel on the table. I recognized the towel as one from my bathroom.
“Okay, what’s this?” I asked. Truthfully, I was somewhat relieved that I had something to distract me from the very brief encounter I just experienced with Jen in the kitchen.
Demarcus smiled and said, “You two lovely ladies come sit with us on these cushions. We are going to take a few tequila shots and tell each other our secret fantasies.”
“Huh? What?” I protested.
“Christine, relax. It will be fun. Trust me,” Tom assured me.
Jen sat next to Tom, leaving me a spot next to Demarcus. I could feel my pulse racing as I wondered where this was all going to lead. The guys were obviously planning on another night of debauchery.
Were we going to have sex in the same room? Or would we split up and go to separate rooms? I was curious how this would play out.
Demarcus poured a shot of the golden liquid into a shot glass, cut a lemon into quarters, and arranged the salt shaker before instructing us, “Okay, the deal is, we each take one shot of tequila, and then we reveal a secret fantasy we have; something we have not actually done, but would like to do someday. Who wants to go first.”
“I think since this is your game, you should go first. Show us how it is done,” I suggested.
“Fair enough.”
Demarcus licked the area between his thumb and forefinger and then sprinkled a light coating of salt on his moist skin. Holding the lemon wedge in his salted hand, he said, “Okay, lick, swallow, suck.”
He then licked the salt from his hand, downed the shot of tequila and sucked on the lemon wedge.
He shook his head, indicating the potency of the tequila. “Man, I have not done that since college. Okay, my secret fantasy is, I would like to watch Jen and Christine do each other.”
Jen immediately chastised him jokingly, “Oink! You men are such pigs. And that’s not really a secret, you’ve told me that for years.”
Jen turned to me and asked, “Does Tom get off thinking about two women together?”
But before I could even answer, Tom piped up, “I’d kind of like to see that too.”
To be honest, the very suggestion of Jen and me together embarrassed me, especially in the context of Jen touching my breast in the kitchen earlier. I really did not know how I felt about that idea, so I wanted to change the subject.
“Who’s next?” I asked.
Tom responded, “You are.” He handed me the salt shaker, “Get the back of you hand wet.”
Demarcus added, “Remember, lick, swallow, suck.”
“I don’t know about this. Last time I did this in college, I was awfully sick the next day. I’ve already had three glasses of wine and a glass of Drambuie. I’m feeling pretty relaxed already.”
But I wanted to be a good sport, so I added, “I’ll play one round, okay?”
“Deal,” Tom answered.
I licked the salt from my hand, swallowed the tequila and gagged slightly as it burned its way down my throat. I sucked the lemon slice as my eyes watered. “That’s terrible.”
All three were laughing at me now. Jen asked, “Okay, what’s your secret fantasy?”
“This is embarrassing. But okay, sometimes when I masturbate…I’ve never even told tom this before…not even Tom. Sometimes when I masturbate, I imagine that I am the only person naked in the room. Everyone else is clothed, but I am made to stay naked, and the people in the room are allowed to touch me and tease me. Silly, huh?”
Jen responded by saying, “Ooooh, I like that one,. That is sexy.”
Demarcus added, “I think we can make that happen.”
I turned to Tom and said, “Okay, your turn.”
Tom, downed the shot like a pro, slammed the shot glass on the table, and said, “I doubt anyone will be shocked by this, but I would like to watch Christine and Demarcus fuck.”
“Tom! That’s a little crude,” I aid jokingly.
Everyone looked at Jen. “Okay, I guess it’s up to me to finish the game, huh?”
She handled her shot of tequila better than I had. Jen set the lemon wedge on the edge of the towel, and got a bit of a sheepish look about her.
“You are all going to think I am such a slut if I tell you this.”
“Nonsense. Jen, you are among friends. Close friends. No one will think badly of you,” Demarcus assured his wife.
“Well, here goes…I imagine taking both Demarcus and Tom…together at the same time. That sounds so naughty. But I can’t help thinking about it. I don’t know if it is even possible,” she confessed timidly.
Demarcus looked at Tom and laughed, “I guess we know what to get Jen for Christmas, huh, buddy?”
Tom smiled and answered, “I think between the two of us, we have a size that will fit her nicely.”
The tequila, scotch and Drambuie had lowered their inhibitions such that they both thought their comments were far more entertaining and witty than they were. Nonetheless, they were amusing themselves.
Demarcus looked to Tom and said, “Well, I know we can fulfill Christine’s fantasy. Let’s get her undressed.”
“Splendid idea,” Tom agreed.
Tom stood, took my hand and pulled me up. I stood there silently, as Tom slowly raised the hem of my shirt up over my breasts. I raised my arms obediently, and he pulled the skirt over my head. Tom stood back for a moment, allowing everyone to examine my naked breasts.
Instinctively, I raised my hands to shield my breasts from their gaze. Tom took my hands and lowered them.
While he continued to hold my hands away from my naked tits, he turned to Demarcus and said, “Would you do the honors of removing my wife’s bottoms?”
Demarcus knelt in front of me. He removed m sandals. Then he fumbled momentarily with the clasp of my shorts, before lowering the zipper. With agonizing slowness, he slid my shorts together with my panties down to my ankles. I stepped our of my shorts.
I knew that he was teasing me by taking extra time to remove my shorts and panties very slowly. It worked. I was becoming very aroused being exposed this way.
I wanted to cover my pussy with my hands, but Tom continued to restrain me, holding my hands as they examined my nakedness. I closed my eyes and endured their stares. I could feel my clitoris stiffen and my vagina begin to leak.
Tom led me over to the pillows immediately in front of the fireplace, he sat on one of the pillows and bade me to lie down, which I did. I laid on my back, with my head in Tom’s lap.
Demarcus pulled up a pillow by my feet and sat. He took my left foot and began giving me the most delicious and sensuous foot massage of my life.
I looked up at Tom and saw Jen standing behind him, gently massaging his shoulders. I did not know what was in store for me tonight, but I had a deep affection to each of the three people in the den. And I was attracted to them as well.
“Jen, come around here and help us give Christine a massage to thank her for cooking for us,” Demarcus suggested. Or was it a command?
Jen nodded and walked around Tom, and kneeled at my side. Before she touched me, Demarcus instructed, “Baby, take off your dress first.”
Obediently, she nodded, and stood. Without uttering a sound, she removed the halter from around her neck exposing her breasts. Her breasts were considerably larger than my 34B cups, but beautiful nonetheless. She then reached behind her, and unzipped the dress. lowered it and stepped out of it, as I stared admiringly.
God, she was sexy and beautiful. Her panties were a light beige or off-white and very shear. I stared shamelessly at each bump and contour of her very erect nipples.
The crotch of her panties was sufficiently transparent so that I could determine that she shaves her vulva. I liked knowing that.
I could not stop staring at her gorgeous body.
Jen kicked off her sandals, and was now wearing only panties.
Standing there, she looked like a goddess. Jen has the tall, slender, athletic frame of a model. Her long sleek legs accentuated her firm, round butt. Her breasts with their perpetually erect nipples seemed to be begging me to touch them. I can honestly say that I have never seen a more beautiful woman.
She knelt back down. I lay there, silent and motionless. My emotions were all over the place. I was aroused, excited, embarrassed, scared, nervous and anxious. I felt like I could not move. I was frozen in place.
“Christine, you have the most beautiful breasts. I love how firm they are. Is this okay?” she asked as she traced her finger tips over my left nipple.
I nodded silently, unable to speak. I started shivering ever so slightly at her touch. I could feel my pulse in my erect clitoris. My lubrication was seeping out of me, soaking my inner thighs
“Are you okay? You’re shaking,” she asked.
“I’m just a little nervous, I guess. This is uncharted territory for me,” I confessed candidly.
With her fingers barely touching my erect nipple, she asked, “Should I stop?”
Nervously, I shook my head and softly answered, “No, I am enjoying your touch. I’m just a little scared.”
She continued teasing my nipple between her forefinger and thumb, pinching it as she reassured me, “You don’t have to be scared of anything.”
I nodded and closed my eyes. I laid my head back on Tom’s lap, and quietly moaned, as I savored her touch. I felt Tom’s penis pulsing under my head, growing erect. Demarcus started working his hand up my ankle, massaging my calf and inner thigh.
Jen leaned forward and took my other nipple in her mouth, sucking on it gently. I moaned audibly as I caressed her head and held it to my breast.
Tom was caressing my head and face as his erection throbbed against the back of my head.
I was truly in heaven. Three people, whom I loved, were making slow sensual love to me.
In a teasingly slow manner, Jen stroked her hand across my abdomen and said, “Oh my, you have a beautiful body. Your tummy is so flat, and your breasts are still so firm and perky. .”
I moaned and stammered, “Thank you.”
Slowly, Jen slid her fingers lower, and without disengaging her mouth from my nipple, she slid her hand down across my abdomen, down past my navel, and placed the very tips of her fingers inches from my clitoris, teasing my sensitive skin with her touch.
I wanted to slide my own hands up her thighs, and touch her vagina through her panties, but I was too nervous, too scared. So I just lay there, allowing her to touch me however she chose.
I wanted to ask her to touch me lower, to touch my clitoris. I felt like I could climax with the slightest touch. I was so aroused. But I could not force myself to utter the words asking her to touch me lower.
Jen withdrew her fingers, and moved her hand back up towards my breasts. Her fingers teased my nipple, barely touching it. I moaned with desire.
She asked, “May I kiss you?”
“I’ve never kissed a woman before,” I confessed.
“Well, I want to be your first. May I?”
I nodded and said, “I think I would like that.”
She moved up and placed her palm on my cheek, and turned my face towards her, and slowly our lips touched. It was more sensual than sexual. Out lips parted slightly at first. I felt the tip of her tongue flicking along my full lips. I opened wider and gently sucked her tongue into my mouth.
My head was spinning.
Jen took my hand and placed it on her left breast. Hesitantly, I explored the contour of her breast, gently massaging it, rolling the erect nipple my index finger and thumb.
“Oh, that feels nice,” Jen moaned, before resuming our kiss.
Jen must have sensed my nervousness from how timidly I touched her. It seemed clear that Jen had previously explored this aspect of her sexuality. She was certainly more confident and comfortable with this than I was. For me, this was all new. And it was not something I had planned.
She broke off our kiss momentarily to say, “It’s okay, Christine. Relax. Let’s just get to know each other a bit here.”
“I’ve never touched a woman before. I guess I’m just a bit nervous,” I confessed again.
“I know. I can tell. Just touch me the way you like to be touched.”
Jen laid beside me.
Jen ran her hands over my breasts, fondling the nipples, tugging at them.
“Oh god, I love your tits, they are so firm and perky. I love how hard and erect your nipples are,” she said, as she pulled them just short of being painful.
She leaned forward and took my nipple into her mouth and sucked. I caressed her head while she nursed at my breast. I could not help but moan out-loud.
Tom and Demarcus were mesmerized by the sexy scene that was unfolding. Tom and Demarcus seemed content to watch this scene unfold without being directly involved.
They simultaneously stood up and undressed. I watched Tom’s erection spring upwards as he freed it from the confines of his shorts. He was rigidly hard.
Demarcus’s much larger penis stood out horizontal. It looked like a thick black log extending from his groin. I remembered last weekend being surprised that is erection seemed too heavy to stand straight up like my husband’s boner.
It was clear, watching Jen kissing and caressing me aroused both men.
Jen removed my nipple from her mouth, and kissed me again. She kissed and sucked on my neck, biting it slightly. She worked her way back down to my breasts, as I massaged her head and shoulders.
With my nipple in her mouth, her fingers traced there way down across my flat stomach and down to vulva. Her fingers quickly found my very wet slit as she opened the lips of my labia.
I lay there panting, caressing her head as I opened my thighs to grant her access. Jen found my erect nubbins, and rubbed tiny circles around it with the tips of her fingers, causing me to shudder and moan.
All my doubts and inhibitions had evaporated. I wanted this. I wanted her.
Jen started kissing her way down my tummy, heading to my pussy.
Jen started to climb between my legs to lick and kiss on me, but I stopped her.
“Jen, turn around, take off your panties and climb on top of me. I want to taste you too.”
She smiled and nodded that she understood. She lifted her bottom and quickly discarded her panties. Her shaven vulva looked so smooth and pretty.
She climbed on top of me, straddling my face, placing the two of us in the “sixty nine” position. Since she was taller than me, she was able to arch her back, to place her vagina inches above my upturned face, as she opened my labia with her fingers.
I moved my arms around her waist, and reached behind her to open her vagina. It was the first time I had ever looked at the inside of another woman’s vagina. It was beautiful. I liked her scent.
.I was still studying her opening, when she flicked her tongue across my clitoris. I moaned approval, as I touched my tongue to her clitoris. Jen quivered and moaned at the initial touch of my tongue to her clitoris, indicating that she liked the stimulation.
We started slowly, flicking our tongues and gauging each other’s reaction. I liked the slightly salty taste of her secretions. The fact that her lubrication was seeping out of her reassured me that she was becoming increasingly aroused.
Soon we sucking and licking each other, each moaning from the pleasure we were receiving. I wanted to savor the pleasure and intimacy of my first lesbian experience with this beautiful, sexy goddess.
Jen was clearly responding to the way I was stimulating her clitoris. She was grinding herself into my mouth and chin, as I was licking and sucking on her. I noticed that her clitoris seemed to grow and swell under my stimulation. It felt like it was almost a half an inch long on my tongue, and very engorged. I took it into my mouth and sucked like a nipple.
Jen shuddered and moaned loudly. For the briefest of moments, she tried to pull away from me, moaning, “Oh fuck… too intense.”
She tried to break my suction grip on her clit, moaning loudly. I wrapped my arms around her waist and held her tightly, preventing her from pulling away from my mouth, as I sucked more violently. Her clit was so swollen, I thought it might pop.
Her entire body quaked, and suddenly, she buried her face into my vagina licking and sucking on me. My pussy muffled her cries of pleasure as she was grinding her vulva into my face and chin. Her legs tightened as she squeezed my head between her thighs.
I could taste the sweet nectar of her secretions flowing out of her as she came. I loved swallowing her pussy juice. Knowing that part of her was now inside me was strangely satisfying to me.
Jen was bucking wildly now, literally screaming into my vagina as she climaxed.
I don’t think I have ever been so aroused in my life. Jen’s orgasm triggered mine. Together we humped against each other’s mouths, as we each sucked and licked each other. We could not stop cumming.
Finally, she raised her head and cried out, “Oh shit… I need to stop… fuck… please…Christine…too much…that was intense.”
She arched her back and broke my suction on her clitoris. I could feel the wet perspiration on our breasts and abdomens making the contact of our skin slick and slippery.
I lay there panting, trying to catch my breath, as I stared at her vagina, where my mouth had been moments before.
“God, you taste good. I never knew how sexy and rewarding that could be. Thank you Jen.”
Jen’s head was resting on my thigh now, and she responded, “No, Christine, thank you. That was so beautiful. You have no idea how much I enjoyed doing that. You made me cum so good.”
Suddenly I became aware of movement in the room, and looked over to see Demarcus and Tom approaching the us with rigid erections.
Clearly, they intended to fuck Jen and me, repeatedly.
“I think our men are looking for a warm, wet place to stick their boners. Got any suggestions?” Jen observed.
“Oh my, those are impressive erections they are sporting. I have just the place for your husband’s big black cock.”
Jen rolled off of me, on to her back.
Then I remembered, Jen’s fantasy was to experience two penises at the same time, one in the front and one in the back. “Jen?”
“Yes, Christine? What?” she responded.
“I think you should live out your fantasy. I’d love to help and watch.”
“Oh my. I don’t know…you think I should try that? Both at the same time?”
“Definitely. I want to watch you take both of them. Guys, are you up for double teaming my friend here?” I asked, rhetorically.
Demarcus looked to Tom, “You want to try this with Jen?”
Tom smiled and nodded, “Nothing I’d rather do.”
Coming soon: Chapter four – Jen takes two
