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                            Four New Urges

We were on our way home from Tom and Sally's when my wife dropped the
bombshell. "I don't think we should go to their house any more." "What?
They're our best friends!" "Well, I just don't think we should."

I was totally baffled. "Why, Ann? Why in the world would you make such
a crazy statement?" "I just don't think we should go." she repeated.
"Did something happen tonight that I didn't know about? Did you and
Sally have some sort of secret silent fight?" She shook her head. "No,
she and I didn't have a fight." Did I do something terribly
embarrassing, or say something that mortified you?" Another shake of
her head. "No you were fine." "Then why?" "No reason, OK? Look, I just
don't want to talk about it."

I figured I'd better shut up, and we drove the rest of the way home in
an awkward silence. When we got there she seemed cold, and I don't
think she said a dozen words as we buttoned the house up for the night
and got ourselves ready for bed. Oh, well, all married couples go
through these things. But why is it that it's the husband who never has
a clue as to what is going on?

When I got out of the bathroom she was already in bed, in her old
flannel pajamas, yet. She had her back to me as I crawled in beside
her. I wrapped my arm around her and tried to snuggle up, but she
squirmed away from me. "Good night, hon." I finally said. She sort of
grunted.

The next day she seemed to be OK, but we both avoided saying anything
about Tom and Sally. In fact their names didn't come up again until
Tuesday when I tried to push Ann a bit more on her reaction. "I was
trying to think some more about what you said about Tom and Sally, Ann,
and I did have one sinking thought. Surely Tom didn't do or say
anything improper to you last week did he?" "No, he was a perfect
gentleman, as always." "So what is it, then, don't you like Sally?"
"Yes, I like Sally." "Don't you like Tom?" "Tom is fine." "So I'm OK,
you're OK, they're OK. What is going on here? What aren't you telling
me?" "Nothing." "It can't be nothing, it must be something. Come on,
tell me." "I don't want to talk about it."

Then on Thursday Sally called while Ann was in the shower, and said she
and Tom would like to come over Saturday night if that was OK. No
surprise there, they only lived two miles away, and we got together
nearly every weekend. At least it meant that Sally and Ann weren't
totally mad at each other. That was very good in my view, because I
liked both Tom and Sally, and would really miss them if they dropped
out of our lives. But what would Ann say?

I thought for a moment of calling to her in the shower, and asking if
it would be OK, but I realized that would sound really negative to
Sally on the other end of the line. So trying not to leave an awkward
pause I blurted out "Sure, we'd love to have you." Sally probably noted
the lack of a dinner invitation, but just said "How does eight sound?"
That was my cue to ask them for dinner, but I decided not to push it,
and responded "Eight will be great."

I tried to be very casual about it when Ann came out of the shower.
"Oh, by the way, Sally just called and said they wanted to come over
Saturday night. I told them that would be fine." She bristled
immediately "I told you, I didn't think we should see them any more." I
tried to escape by being logical which, by the way guys, never works on
a woman. "No, what you said was that we shouldn't go to their house any
more. Since the problem isn't them and it isn't us and it isn't how we
feel about them, I had to assume that the problem was their house."
"That's stupid" she snorted. "Well, OK, maybe I didn't think it out
very well. She asked, and I wanted to see them, so I said yes. Now I
think you should get over whatever your hang-up is and at least pretend
to be a good hostess Saturday night." She glared at me but didn't say
anything more.

Saturday night went reasonably well. I was watching Ann carefully, and
did notice that she was less talkative than usual, and kept her eyes
downcast a lot of the time. But we all played Pinochle together and
laughed and joked. I guess Tom and Sally both noticed the difference in
Ann, and they both tried to be particularly attentive to her. The
evening went quickly, and they left about eleven. As always, Sally and
Ann hugged good bye, and then Sally turned to me and Ann turned to Tom.
Again as always, I hugged Sally, nuzzled her cheek a bit, and gave her
a quick kiss on the mouth. After we broke apart I looked over at Tom
and Ann to see that they were still going through the same ritual.
Well, actually, they had already gotten to the quick kiss part by the
time I looked, and it did seem they held it just a bit longer than a
strict construction of 'quick' would suggest. But certainly nothing
very extreme.

The moment they were out the door Ann flung herself at me, wrapped her
arms tight around me, and started kissing me passionately. Any tingle
of jealousy I might have felt a moment earlier evaporated instantly.
Now this was a kiss! She pressed her body against mine, and I started
sliding my hand up and down her back. When my hand finally made it down
to her ass, her pelvis started undulating enthusiastically. I brought
my other hand around to cup her bra, and her tongue started driving
itself in and out of my mouth. I got an almost instant hard-on, and as
soon as she felt that she wrapped one leg around me and started rubbing
her pussy up and down my shaft as best she could through four layers of
clothing.

That was more than I could stand. I pulled her down to the floor and
started ripping her clothes off. She did the same thing with my
clothes, and in less than a minute she was rubbing her pussy up and
down my quivering cock with nothing between them but slime. The slime
I'm talking about is what was coming out of her pussy, because when I
got my hand down there I found that she was dripping wet. She started
screaming as soon as I stuck a finger up her cunt and pressed on her
clit with my thumb. She rolled me on my back, straddled me, grabbed my
cock, and sank down on it. The moment she had me all the way in her she
started coming. Not only could I hear it in her screams and see it in
the violent jerks of her body, but I could also feel it as her cunt
twitched, and twitched, and kept on twitching.

This was all too fast for me. I wasn't nearly there yet, but that
didn't matter. Once she calmed down it became obvious that this was
only the first act. She started moaning "Fuck me, fuck me" and I was
all too happy to oblige. I was finding it very strenuous to hump up
into her from my position flat on my back, so I managed to roll over
her and went to work in earnest. I was going faster and faster, and it
wasn't long before I started squirting into her. Her body responded
immediately with a second massive climax.

We finally calmed down and discovered that we were lying in a tangle of
clothes not six feet from the front door. We didn't care, preferring to
continue lying there kissing tenderly with her legs wrapped around me
and my soft prick still inside her. Maybe half an hour later we finally
separated and she made a quick dash for the bathroom while I picked up
all of our clothes, carried them into the bedroom, and dumped them on
the floor there for later sorting.

We then crawled naked into the bed together and back into each other's
arms. "Wow," I said, "I think that may have been the most intense sex
we have had since our honeymoon." She purred and said "Actually, for me
it was even better than anything during our honeymoon, as great as that
was. Do you remember that night before we were married when you
borrowed your friend's apartment for the evening?" "Do I ever! We were
both wild animals that night!" "That" she said, "was the best sex I
have ever had in my life ... until tonight."

"Baby, I don't know what triggered it tonight, but whatever it was I
hope it happens again, and often." She was quiet for a bit, then
responded "I think I do know what triggered it tonight, and I guess I'm
going to have to tell you." I waited a long time, but she didn't say
anything more, so I felt I had to encourage her. "Whatever it was, you
don't have to be afraid to tell me. It just made possible one of the
most fantastic times we have ever had together. So what was it?" She
hesitated a bit more. "It was Tom and Sally being here." "That makes
sense, but don't you feel foolish now about not wanting them here?" "I
was afraid, and I still am." "Afraid of what?" I wondered. "Afraid of
my feelings."

And then it all poured out. "Last week when we were at their house I
started having really intense sexual thoughts about Tom. And then when
we said good night and I kissed him I almost had a climax right then
and there. That's why I told you we should stop seeing them. I didn't
*want* to stop, but I didn't trust myself with him. Tonight was even
worse. I kept imagining that he had this absolutely monster dick, and
that he was ramming it in and out, in and out of me all night long. And
when we kissed good bye ... I did come just a little bit. And that is
why I needed you so much."

I was stunned. I had no idea. Finally I said slowly "You know what? I
have just a little tiny bit of a notion of what you are going through."
Now my words started pouring out. "Two months or so ago I started
having feelings like that about Sally. One night when we got ready to
leave I had such a hard-on that I was ashamed to even try to kiss her.
Instead I stood up quickly and got immediately behind you. I just
smiled at her when you hugged Tom and then hurried you out the door,
staying very close behind you. But I was so embarrassed about it that
the next time we got together I focussed intently on anything I could
other than Sally, and since then I've been able to control my feelings,
though not always easily."

"I remember that night you're talking about." Ann said. "In fact I even
remember how horney you were when we got home. But the thing I remember
most is that Sally called me up the next day and asked if I knew of
anything she had done to make you upset. She definitely noticed the
lack of a hug." Then she added "I guess it's pretty hard for a guy to
hide something like that. In fact, if we're going to be completely
honest about this, I thought I noticed that Tom had a bulge in his
pants at one point a week ago. I guess that may be what got me started
thinking that way about him."

Talk about a soul-baring experience! Ann and I suddenly felt closer to
each other than we had in years, in a tender, loving, sort of way. We
rolled together and took each other in our arms. But despite our naked
flesh pressing against each other, it wasn't an explicitly sexual way.
It was just warm and tender, and it too felt fantastic, just like the
sex had felt fantastic earlier, yet totally different. We were really,
truly, in love. We fell asleep that way, without another word.

Sunday morning we woke still glowing from the most wonderful night of
our life. But as the day wore on we both realized that we still had
some more talking to do, some more decisions to make. "So where do we
go from here?" I finally asked. "Should we give up our friendship with
Tom and Sally as you suggested a week ago? And maybe give up the thrill
of another night like last night in the process?" "Or can I learn to
suppress my feelings the way you say you have," she put in "and save
our friendship with them, but probably lose the passion we felt last
night?" "Or," we looked deep into each other's eyes and said it pretty
much together "can we learn to ride and channel our passions, and have
many more nights like last night?" "And," I added, "if we're careful,
maybe keep our friendship with Tom and Sally." "And just possibly,"
Sally put in "have some nights even better than last night, if you
should happen to get turned on by Sally at the same time I get turned
on by Tom!" (OK, I'll admit it. The idea of that gave me a *very* hard
boner in a very short time.)

Suddenly the decision seemed obvious. We began planning together our
next time with Tom and Sally. We agreed we wanted to have it happen at
our place again, so we would be able to act immediately on our
feelings. "But Sally is going to insist that it's her turn." Ann
objected. "Ahh, I've got a way around that. You can tell her you were
so mad at that clod of a husband you have," I gave her a big grin
"because he didn't invite you to dinner last time, and you insist that
it be at our place to make up for that."

That settled, Ann had another idea. "How about if we put some music on,
and you and I start dancing. And then Tom and Sally will probably start
dancing too. And after a while you can suggest that we change partners
for a bit." I couldn't believe that my wife was actually proposing
something like this, but it sounded like a perfect technique to achieve
our goal. "If," I added, "we can get it to happen just before they go
home." "That," said Ann with a sexy grin, "should be no problem at all.
I suspect by the time he finishes dancing with me Tom is going to be
most anxious to get Sally home and into bed!" We both laughed a bit
nervously at that, and I cautioned her not to get too carried away.

For the record, we had some absolutely fabulous sex that night, and
every night that week. I know for me it was in large part because of
the fantasies I was having about the coming Saturday night, and I'm
sure Ann was having similar fantasies with a similar effect. Including,
undoubtedly, that some of her fantasies, like some of mine, were not
about her own spouse.

Finally the big night came. Ann was back to being her old talkative
self, though I detected a slightly heightened flush. Tom and Sally both
complimented her on the dinner, and the women cleared the dishes while
Tom and I broke out the double Pinochle deck for the traditional game.
"Ann is really looking radiant tonight." Tom remarked, then grinned. "I
almost said ravishing, but caught myself in time. Sorry about that,
buddy." I laughed and said "I don't mind. The fact is she does look
ravishing, and I intend to ravish her the moment you guys are out the
door tonight." "Oh, shit, are you suggesting we should leave right
now?' "Not a bit of it. I'm absolutely positive that we would both be
terribly disappointed if you left right now!" (If he only knew how true
those words are, I thought to myself)

After the game Ann announced "You know what I'd like to do? I'd like to
dance!" I jumped up and turned the stereo on, where of course I already
had an appropriate CD ready to play. Then on a devilish impulse I
turned the lights down low. We have one of those switches with a dimmer
on them, though we almost never use it. Ann was waiting for me when I
got back, and she wrapped her arms around me. It felt so good having
her press against my body that I almost suggested we drop the last step
in the plan, but I decided not to say anything. Sure enough, Tom and
Sally were soon swaying to the music near by, and from the looks of it
in the semi-darkness they were dancing as close as Ann and I were. I
moved one hand up to Ann's breast and the other down to her ass. She
moaned and pressed even closer to me. Then after a bit she pulled her
mouth away from mine and whispered in my ear "OK, lover boy, I think
it's time."

I gave her a final kiss and asked my question. "Tom, how would you feel
about me asking Sally if she wanted to dance with me for a bit?" Tom
laughed a bit nervously. "It's fine with me, if I can ask Ann to dance
at the same time." "But of course" I responded. "So, Sally, would you
like to dance with me?" "Well," she hesitated, "I guess, ... If Tom
really doesn't mind." "I already gave my permission" he reminded her.
"Now, Ann, how about you?" "Oh, yes, I'd like that!" she responded,
perhaps a bit too quickly and enthusiastically. So we traded partners,
and each started out in a formal ballroom position, not touching except
at waist, shoulder, and hands.

I guided Sally away from Tom and Ann, and turned her so she couldn't
see what they were doing. I had intended to watch them myself, but
found Sally's perfume and close body intoxicating. I gently pulled her
waist closer to me, and she moved in without complaint so that our
chests were touching. Soon, again by unspoken mutual consent, my left
hand and her right hand that it was holding were resting against the
sides of our chests. I tried to be careful to keep my lower body a bit
away from hers, because by now I had a rather prominent bulge down
there. But I did release her hand, and slide mine up her arm to her
shoulder, then down onto her upper back. She did the same thing with
her hand, but then kept moving it across my shoulder to my neck, where
it was joined by the other one. I slid my hand down her back to her
waist, and then started moving it gently up and down her back. By now
our cheeks were resting against each other, and we started turning our
heads gently, causing our cheeks to graze each other, back and forth

Just then Tom said "Sally, I think it's time we went home." "Yes, dear,
I agree" she said, and pulled her face back away from me. But only far
enough so that our mouths could meet. This time we held the "good bye"
kiss quite a bit longer than usual, then parted. We looked over at Tom
and Ann, who were just finishing their expanded good bye kiss. Then Tom
and Sally made a beeline to the door, with quickly exchanged good night
calls by all.

We actually started tearing our own clothes off even before the door
was completely closed. And I'm sure that before Tom and Sally had
closed their car doors we were on the floor stark naked and I was
plunging my fuck stick into her steaming cunt. We both came nearly
instantly, but after we calmed down from that we started up again
immediately. The second climax took considerably longer, but GOD did it
feel good when it came! After that we left the clothes where they lay
and headed for the bed where we fucked a third time. Totally exhausted
by then we fell asleep, but Ann woke in the middle of the night and
started sucking my dick, which led to my fourth climax in as many
hours. Naturally, I returned the favor. With interest, I might add,
because she came twice while I was sucking her clit and grubbing in her
cunt. Then we fell into a sound sleep and didn't wake until the middle
of the morning, but when we did awaken it was to yet another
mind-blowing fuck.

After that we both realized that we stunk to high heaven, and headed to
a long shower together. Anything we might have tried in the shower
would have been an anticlimax, so we just soaped each other thoroughly,
everywhere. We didn't feel like getting dressed, so I pulled on a pair
of under shorts, and she wrapped herself in a robe, and we headed for
the kitchen. We were both starved!

Some time around noon my curiosity got the best of me. "I'd love to
know what you and Tom were doing last night while you were dancing."
"Do you really want to hear all the details? What if it makes you
jealous?" "I really do want to hear it all, and I promise I won't be
jealous. If we're going to make this work, we're going to have to be
totally honest with each other." She thought about that a minute, and
then said, "OK, first you tell me what you and Sally did." I was glad I
didn't have too much to confess, but I told her like it was, and she
took it really well.

Then it was her turn. "When I went to Tom he held his right hand out to
the side, and barely touched my waist with his left. I took his right
hand with my left, and put my right hand on his shoulder. We didn't
even touch any place except those three points! I definitely wanted
more than that, so the first thing I did was pull the hand I was
holding in against my body. I slid my hand around to the back of his,
and pressed his against my blouse, you can guess where." "You didn't!"
"Oh yes, I did. And I held it there with my hand while I moved my other
hand from his shoulder to the back of his neck, and pulled his face
down against mine. When our lips met I started kissing him hotly." "You
brazen hussy, you!" "Quiet, no more comments or I won't tell you my
story."

So I shut up and she continued. "I was now close enough that I was
pressing my chest against his, but then I stepped in even closer so
that my thigh went between his legs and his thigh went between mine.
After that I started squeezing his hand, thus forcing him to squeeze my
breast. At that point he groaned and moved his other hand down from my
waist to my ass. I responded by rubbing my crotch against his thigh and
my thigh against his crotch. By now his right hand was doing just fine
on my tits without any help from me, so I moved both hands to his neck
and started working my tongue in and out of his mouth. His pelvis was
bucking against me, and I could feel his hard-on rubbing up and down my
belly. I fantasized for just a bit that he was pumping it into me, then
pulled my mouth away from his and whispered in his ear that if we
didn't stop at that point I didn't think I would be able to. He groaned
again and shoved his hand to the base of my ass crack and between my
legs. I was afraid that I had gone too far, but then he took a deep
breath and told Sally he thought it was time they went home. One more
kiss, much less passionate this time, but definitely intense, and he
was gone."

Strangely enough, my peter had been getting harder and harder while she
told what she had been doing with Tom, and when she stopped I flung
open her robe, dropped to my knees in front of where she was sitting,
and shoved my face into her pussy. In less time than it takes to tell
it, she was on the floor with her legs spread wide and I was trying
frantically to tear off a pair of under shorts that had gotten hooked
on my monster cock. Of course I finally did get them off, and we had
yet another pounding, screaming, fuck session that went on and on, with
more climaxes than we could remember. When our brains finally came back
into focus maybe an hour, maybe two hours, later, we knew without a
doubt that we had made the right decision a week earlier. All that
mattered now was that we find some way to keep it going.

We did feel somewhat guilty that we had used our friends unfairly,
though we later found out things weren't quite as one-sided as we
thought they might have been. It turned out that when Tom and Sally
went out to the car that night they had just gotten the doors closed
when Tom rolled toward Sally and grabbed her pussy while they started
kissing passionately. They ended up spending thirty minutes in our
driveway fucking their brains out. Then when they were finally able to
drive home, they sprinted for the bed and, from what we heard, had
every bit as wild a night as we did.

But at the time we didn't know that, so it was with some major guilt
feelings that I gave Tom a call in the middle of the week. "Hey, Tom,
you got a minute? Can you talk? Look, Ann and I have been feeling kind
of conflicted about what happened last Saturday night. The truth is, we
sort of set you up. It wasn't fair, and we're sorry. ... You what? You
really mean you're glad it happened? ... That good, huh? ... Yeah, we'd
like to get together again this weekend, too. ... Well, we don't want
to make you uncomfortable, but yes, we did love what happened. ... OK,
me too, but let's just play it by ear. It might not work out so
perfectly next time. ... Right, see you for dinner at your place."

Ann didn't say anything about it, but I'm sure she and Sally must have
had a talk during the week as well. She wouldn't let me watch her
dressing, but when she came out she was wearing a rather short skirt
and a soft pullover sweater. Quite a change from the slacks she and
Sally usually wore. Oh, and no socks at all. Just sandals that showed
off her freshly painted toenails. The way I knew she and Sally had been
talking was that when we got there, Sally was wearing -- yep, a soft
pullover sweater and a short skirt that showed off her naked legs all
the way down to her sandals and painted toenails.

When I gave Sally a rather longish hello kiss she pressed her chest
against mine and I realized with a thrill that she wasn't wearing a
bra. I was willing to bet that Tom had just discovered the same thing
about Ann, and to think I hadn't even noticed when she came out of the
bedroom or on the way over. Just goes to show where my thoughts had
been!

Dinner was a real trial. Not only was I in physical pain from the huge
erection I had crammed inside my pants, but Sally was seated on my
right and I was being psychologically tortured every time I saw her
tits bounce up and down, which was every time she brought a forkful of
food to her mouth. And as if that wasn't enough, she kicked her left
sandal off and was running her toes up and down my calf. Finally it was
over, and Tom asked "Well, who's in the mood for a game of Pinochle?"
There was dead silence. "OK, then, how about if I put some music on so
we can dance?" That brought a chorus of yes's.

Sally and Ann quickly cleared the table while Tom cranked up the
stereo. "I wish I had a dimmer like you guys, but lacking that, how
about if I turn the lights off in here?" He did, but there was still a
lot of light streaming from the kitchen. He tried turning that off, but
that left the room inky black, and we all objected. He finally turned
on the stove hood light in the kitchen, and turned the kitchen light
off. That made it really dark, but at least we had enough light so we
could find our spouses. Yep, I was right. Ann was definitely not
wearing a bra.

She was also definitely horney. She followed the same program with me
that she had described doing with Tom the week before. She pressed my
hand against her breast, started kissing me passionately, and rubbed
her crotch against my thigh. I was squeezing and pinching her tit with
my left hand while I reached my other hand down and grabbed her ass,
gradually wadding her skirt up as I kneaded her buns. Before long I had
the hem of her short skirt in my hand, and then I was under it and
rubbing her ass through her panties. She was moaning and humping
against me at a frantic pace. I shoved my finger down her ass crack and
between her legs, only to discover something else shocking. Her panties
had a slit in them, through which my finger found a quivering and
dripping wet snatch.

Just then Tom's voice boomed out "Would anyone like to switch partners
for a bit?" "Yes!" "Yes!" "Yes!" came the three answers, and I soon had
Sally in my arms. I wasted no time getting my left hand on her breast
and my right on her ass. She wasted no time getting her hands around my
neck and her mouth firmly planted on mine. I squeezed her breast and
she shifted her chest back and forth to rub her tits against me. Still
working through her soft sweater, I rubbed my finger in a circle around
her hard nipple. She moaned and started pumping her tongue in and out
of my mouth. I grabbed her ass and she started pressing her crotch
convulsively against my thigh. I shifted my body to line up with hers,
and she gasped as she felt my hard-on dig into her mons.

I moved my left hand away from her breast and down her side, evoking a
moan of disappointment. But the moan instantly turned to one of excited
anticipation as I slipped my hand under her sweater and started the
return trip back up to her tit. By now her left hand was clawing at my
back. My right hand grabbed her skirt and pulled the back of it up to
her waist, then quickly jumped down to grab her ass through her panties
before her skirt could fall back into place. She responded by bringing
her left hand around from my back and shoving it down between our
bodies. She grabbed the front of her skirt and yanked it up to her
waist, then dove back down and unzipped me. As soon as she could get in
she grabbed my cock through my shorts and was moving her hand slowly up
and down its length.

That was too much for me. I shoved a finger between her legs, and OH
GOD, YES!!! Another slit leading to another sopping wet pussy! As I
started exploring that steaming hot cavern she momentarily released my
cock and fumbled at my belt buckle. Unable to manage it with one hand
she grabbed my cock again and whispered "Take off your belt!" I
deserted her pussy and tit long enough to comply, and unfastened my
pants for good measure, letting them drop to the floor. She pulled my
cock out through the fly in my shorts, but then to my surprise,
released it. I soon understood why, as she grabbed my neck with both
hands and swung both legs up around my waist.

She kept inching up higher and higher, pulling herself up with her
hands, and pushing with her feet, until I could feel her slimy cunt
rubbing through that panty slit against the base of my cock. Still she
kept inching up. Her head was now considerably higher than mine, and I
had another idea. I dropped my hand from her tit to the bottom of her
sweater, grabbed it, and yanked it up to her throat, exposing both of
her tits. Just as I was about to drop my head down in an attempt to
reach her tit, I heard Tom's voice again. "Ann and I want to excuse
ourselves to be together for a while. Would it be OK with you two if we
did?" While he was talking I had managed to crane my neck enough that I
could lick her nipple. "Oh Yes!" she exclaimed, really I am sure in
response to me rather than her husband, but at that point I doubt if
she cared what he did. I pulled my mouth away from her tit long enough
to say "Sure, go ahead." while visions of being alone with Sally washed
through my mind.

In a moment we heard the click of a bedroom door closing behind them,
and with Sally still wrapped around my waist I tried to identify the
sofa in the dim light. Finding it, I rushed her over there and dumped
her on it, taking care not to break that highly charged contact between
her pussy and my cock -- a contact that by now had moved up my shaft
almost to its bulb. I wasted no time sliding the last inch down through
her well-greased lips and planting the tip at the mouth of her
quivering pussy. "I need you in me NOW!" she moaned, and with one shove
I was there.

As soon as I started pumping she broke into such a racket of screams
and moans and shouts that it's hard to believe Tom and Ann could have
ignored them, no matter how deep they were in their own passion at the
time. And I'm sure there must have been some embarrassed grins around
the neighborhood. But I didn't mind a bit. Every bit of her passion was
getting turned to enhance mine, and I was quickly building to a climax
the like of which I had never dreamed of. When it came I screamed too,
and started shooting squirt after squirt after squirt of come into her
as if it was bullets from a gun. She told me later it felt like a fire
hose. She had never ever experienced anything like it. Nor anything
like what happened to her then. It was as if every nerve in her entire
body was directly tied to her cunt. All of her normal body operations
stopped, except that her vagina was convulsing uncontrollably, and
every contraction sent high voltage signals through her entire system.

We lay there after that for god knows how long, slowly coming back to
life with wracking gasps for air. Finally when my heartbeat had
returned to something approaching normalcy I told her I wanted to fuck
again. She said "Oh yes, PLEASE, NOW!!" and I started up again, still
working through the slit in her panties. She was soon making as much
noise as before, but this time it was all shouted words, one word each
time I pumped into her. "Oh.  Yes!  I.  Want.  It.  FUCK.  ME!  FUCK.
ME!  MORE!  MORE!!  YESS!  NOW!!  COME!!!  AAIIIIEEEE!!!!!" and once
again I was coming like I hadn't had any for a month, and her entire
body was nothing but a continuous series of spasms.

As soon as she could speak she moaned "Oh, god, lover, I have never in
my entire life even imagined any thing half this good! Don't ever leave
me! I want you inside me forever and ever!" "Oh, YES!" I groaned, "I
want that as much as you do, but eventually we're going to have to stop
for a little bit to pee and shit and eat." "Just for a tiny bit, and
please, no time soon." "Baby, my cock is still hard, and I still want
to fuck." "Yes, yes, so do I, but wait just a minute, I've got a
terrible cramp in my neck. This sofa is so uncomfortable." "Oh, god,
Sally, I'm so sorry. I didn't realize. Is there some place else we can
go?" "Well, we do have two bedrooms, and I seriously doubt" she giggled
"that Tom and Ann are using both of them."

I pulled out of her and we headed down the hall. We heard the loud
sound of a bed banging rhythmically against the wall behind the first
door, so went on to the second, which was the master bedroom. She
unfastened and dropped her skirt, pulled off her sweater and threw it
on the floor, then kicked off her sandals as she spread herself out on
the bed in nothing but her panties. "Get yourself undressed, then come
and finish me." I wasted no time stripping, then buried my face in her
pussy through that accommodating slit while I reached up with both
hands to grab her panties at the waist and pull them down. As soon as I
had them off her ass she stuck her legs straight up into the air so I
could remove them entirely. I pushed them up past her feet and threw
them somewhere, god knows where. Then as I slid my hands back down her
legs I pushed her knees up against her tits. As I did, she spread them
as widely as she could and my mouth went back to work on her pussy. She
was screaming again, and I could tell she was about ready to come. I
slid my hands up inside her knees and grabbed her tits. I stroked and
kneaded her breasts for a bit, then pinched a nipple with each hand.
That put her over the top, and she started flushing and flushing while
I kept on licking.

After she finally calmed down she said "Oh god, now I owe you one, but
I still want more of what you're doing, so turn around and let me suck
you." That sounded like a great plan and I complied immediately. She
grabbed my cock and guided it into her mouth, then started licking all
around the head of it. I decided to echo that by licking all around her
clit. She groaned at that, and started sucking hard on me, pulling me
deeper and deeper into her mouth. I sucked hard on her clit and stuck a
finger into her cunt. She still had her feet up above her head, and she
curled herself up as much as possible, shoving her pulsing clit up into
my mouth. Meanwhile she had opened her throat wide, and I was pounding
deep into it. Now I had three fingers shoving in and out of her cunt
while I kept sucking on her clit. Neither of us could hold out for
long, and soon my shaft was jerking and pumping deep within her. I
swear I felt like I was shooting cum clear down to her belly. That
triggered yet another climax for her, and we both lost contact with
anything except our sexes for a long, long time.

When I finally became slightly rational again I realized that,
amazingly, my cock was still as stiff as a board. I slowly pulled it
out of Sally's mouth, made a U-turn on top of her, and slipped it back
into her cunt. We both groaned at that and started kissing ever more
passionately. It wasn't long before our crotches were pounding
urgently, insistently, frantically against each other. It took a long
time, but we finally got once more that release we craved so much.

This time when my mind finally cleared I felt a twinge of guilt. I had
totally forgotten that the idea was supposed to be that Ann and I were
going to get horney for each other. "What time is it?" I gasped. She
squirmed around a bit so she could look at the bedside alarm. "Oh, my
god! It's nearly 1 AM!" I pulled away from her in shock. "What if Tom
and Ann have been sitting in the living room for the last two hours
waiting for us to show up?" I jumped out of bed, found my clothes, and
pulled them on. "I'll go check." Out in the hall I could see that the
lights were still off in the living room, but I went on out to be sure.
The stove hood light was still on, and with my dark-adjusted eyes I
could easily see there was no one around. On the way back down the hall
I paused at the first door and put my ear to it. Before long I heard it
-- a snore!

Back in the bedroom I whispered to Sally "They're asleep!" Then I
dropped my clothes and climbed back into bed with her. "It seems" I
said drooling, "as if we can spend the whole night together." "Oh god,
I can't imagine anything more wonderful." She said as she rolled
against me and started kissing me hotly again. Her hand went down to my
crotch. "I was beginning to wonder" she giggled "if you were ever going
to get soft." Indeed I was. I guess it was the guilty feeling, the
shock of finding how late it was, and the trip out to check the living
room. Not to mention the four times I had already come. But it didn't
take her long to correct the problem. In fact just a minute or so of
her stroking my manhood and whispering lewd thoughts into my ear and I
was once again ready for action. "I want you to take me from behind."
she said, rolling over away from me.

This round was much more leisurely. We now knew we had all the time we
wanted, and we had certainly managed to take the edge off the intense
urgency we had felt earlier. So I slowly stroked in and out while
kissing the nape of her neck, and letting my hand that was draped over
her body alternate between her breast and her clit. In fact I was so
relaxed I think I was about half asleep, fucking on auto. Sally, on the
other hand, was apparently still very much awake. And when she started
panting and screeching and pounding her ass against me it didn't take
her long to get my full attention. To tell you the truth, I'm not
absolutely sure whether I came again, or only dreamed later that I did,
but I'm sure she did, and at that point that was the main thing I cared
about. When she calmed down we both went to sleep, still curled up
together with my hand on her tit.

Sunday morning arrived several hours before we woke up. Actually, what
woke me was the smell of bacon, and I realized I was starved. I pulled
on some clothes and staggered out to the kitchen. Sure enough, there
were Tom and my wife cooking up a storm. Yeah, I meant that both ways.
Ann was standing at the stove cooking eggs and bacon, while Tom was
standing close behind her with one hand up inside her sweater and the
other moving back and forth under her skirt, between her legs. Her
right hand was fully occupied with a spatula, but with her left she had
reached behind her and had it shoved down inside the front of his
pants, where she was moving it up and down. I decided to back out and
come in again a bit more noisily. Once back in the hall I called out
"Hey, I smell bacon!" This time when I came around the corner Tom was
rummaging in the silver drawer.

"Good morning, darling" Ann smiled sweetly at me "I was wondering if
you were going to sleep all day." I walked over to her and wrapped my
arms around her waist to give her a hug. She dropped the spatula, spun
around to grab me by the neck, and started kissing me. It was
passionate enough that I felt my overworked peter start to rise again.
"And here comes Sally" Tom called out. "Baby, I've never known you to
sleep this late!" They hugged and kissed as enthusiastically as we did.

Then we all sat down to breakfast together. No one said a word about
the night's "sleeping" arrangements. After breakfast the girls hugged,
then Sally turned to hug and kiss me, while Ann did the same with Tom.
A moment later we were out of the house heading to our car. It was just
like we always did, yet not at all the same. Because we all knew that
the next time we got together ...
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