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Sports - Coverage of the 2002 Olympic Games http://sports.yahoo.com <1st attachment, "NewUrges.txt" begin> 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 ... <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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