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"Helen and Matt" 
   by Lincoln Parker


The Beginning

The gentle currents in the pool undulated back and forth. The
pool was so clear its turquoise walls shimmered through the
wavelets and softened the edges of Helen's pale yellow bikini as
Matt stood ten or twelve feet from her, comfortably staring,
admiring and enjoying.

She grinned and confidently spoke, "Well, Matt, 20 years of
marriage today and I'm still a happy camper. How about you?"

"Are you kidding? Every time I look at you in that bikini I can't
control myself. Thank God we're in the pool."

Her snicker bubbled across the wave tops as she pushed off and
swam slowly towards him. When she got to him, she offered her wet
lips to his and the two savored a long, wet kiss. He broke first,
placing a hand on her shoulders and turning her then pulling her
back to him, her back against his front, nestled comfortably
against his trunks and the life emerging within them. "Umhh,
honey. That feels good."

They stayed that way, swaying and rubbing for several minutes
until her hand reached behind her and slid his trunks down enough
to reposition herself with her hips split over his rigid cock
where she rode it on the thin material of her bikini bottoms. His
teeth pulled the string on her top apart and it floated off. Her
breasts fit neatly into his hands as he held and moved her over
and over, listening to her moaning and knowing what they would
soon do.

Helen moaned a little extra moan then unconsciously flipped her
head back so her mouth was next to his chin and in a very soft
voice asked, "Matt, ever sorry you never had other women?"

He knew the correct answer, "No, absolutely not. You're the only
woman for me, dear." but he paused and didn't say it. She noticed
the pause and chose to wait and see if this was good news or bad
news. "Honey, do you want honesty or platitudes?"

"Honesty, Matt, always honesty."

"Well then, I suppose from time to time I've wondered what it
would be like but, you know, always with one of our friends or
someone we know. Seemed more like a safe fantasy if it was a
friend where it would never, did never, could never happen. What
about you?"

She put her hands over his on her breasts and gave them a loving
squeeze. "I love you, Matt and never made it with anyone else but
I'd be less than honest if I didn't say I'd been 2% curious about
the whole idea. All our friends have been divorced and remarried
and most of them have told me they've had five or ten men or more
in the course of their lives and they laugh when I admit I've
only had you. I've always been happy and I'm pretty shy around
others but my girlfriends talk about it like it's a game, you
know, recreational sex like a good tennis match."

"So, Helen, you're telling your girlfriends I'm the only guy?" He
laughed, then continued, perhaps curiously, "But, you've had
fantasies?"

She giggled and wiggled her bottom over his cock, "Well, sure,
but like you, just with our friend's husbands or maybe Denzel
Washington or someone like that." She stopped for a second before
continuing, apparently embarrassed now. "Honey, it's never been
important because we're happy. It's just been a fantasy on quiet
days when life is perfect and I have too much free time."

"I understand but you didn't say "had" you said "have." Sounds
about like me. This is embarrassing to talk about but I've heard
that if you both agree and are open about it, it is recreational
to use your words and doesn't ruin a marriage."

She turned towards him and stared directly up into his eyes,
looking for any sign this discussion ought to end. He blinked but
looked straight back at her as she responded with,"You think?"

"I don't know, just what I've read. What do your divorced and
remarried friends say?"

"Good point, they've all been divorced and remarried. I asked
most of them and they say sex had nothing to do with the
divorces. It was always more issues than just something
physical."

"Doesn't mean much because there's nobody we can talk about it
openly with so it's probably just as well."

She sighed and hugged him quickly before stammering: "If, if I
knew a couple that would, ah, uh, talk about it, would you be,
uh, interested, Matt?"

Startled, he paused for a breath, squeezed her tit and rubbed his
cock against her groin then answered her with a question of his
own, "If you could stand the idea of me having sex with another
woman and vice versa, you mean?"

Clearly, this was nervous and new territory for both of them.

"If it's recreational and we know it's not love but just for fun,
I could live with that. And you, what about you, could you live
with the idea of me riding another man's cock?"

"Only if I get equal privileges to, ah, experience a new woman at
the same time!"

Her answer was not words but action. She slid from him, peeled
her bikini bottoms off and guided his cock inside her very
swollen opening and began to squeeze against him in short
strokes, feeling his width and length before she finally
answered, "Honey, I think three of our friends as couples
sometimes have small, private pool parties where they change
partners. They've hinted at it a couple times when I've figured
out what their discussion was about."

He was beginning to feel how warm she was inside her body as he
slid forward and back to match her movements. "Wow, I didn't know
that. What did you say to them?"

"Ugghh. Nothing, Sweetie. I just let it pass."

"If you're serious, next time, try one couple and ask about it,
let them know we might be interested and let's see what happens,
okay?"

"Uggh, Oooh, Ahhh, God, your cock is sweet." Her absorption with
how she was feeling continued until she spoke again. "Yes, yes. I
can do that. Just in case you want to know, the three are Ed and
Pauline, Mary and Sam and Ted and Natasha, the Jamaican couple.
You have to keep it to yourself though. You know them, right?"

"Sure, but I never imagined. They are all nice people, about our
age and in reasonable shape. Now, you've got me going and I don't
want any more talk, lean back and let me finish putting this big
deposit in your bank."

Her grin degenerated into passion, panting and then shouting as
her moment came to bathe against his flood now heating and
spreading inside her.

TwoÖÖGetting OrganizedÖÖ..

Two weeks went by as Helen and Matt lead their normal lives. The
subject of being with others for recreational sex was dropped as
daily activities took over.

Their love life remained strong and Wednesday night was no
exception as Helen reached her peak then rolled over onto her
strong husband as his juices and hers drained out onto his groin.
Cuddling and touching always finished their efforts and lowered
their energies into soft and caring things as they drifted off.
Both were nearly asleep when Helen started and jerked her body a
little then pinched Matt's butt and whispered, "Remember the
conversation we had about recreational sex?"

Sleepy no more, he answered, "Sure, but nothing came of it. Did
you talk to Pauline or Mary or Natasha?"

"I sure did, today after lunch with Mary here at the house. Want
to hear?"

"She's the gal who's about fifty, isn't she? Anyway, go ahead,
lay it on me, so to speak."

She chided him with a whack to his shoulder."You know Mary and
Sam are a couple years older than we are and you know very well
who Mary is. Anyway, we had lunch today in town and then came
back here and sat on the porch later and talked. While we were
drinking cokes and talking, she looked at the pool and told me
how nice ours was compared to theirs. One thing lead to another
and she mentioned they had occasionally enjoyed the privacy pools
with tall fences like ours have and I asked her what she meant."

"What'd she do then?"

"She got a little quiet then turned to me and asked if I could
keep a secret, you know, be discreet."

He laughed and nodded at Helen's head to continue.

"I told her, sure, who hadn't had fantasies and any she had would
be safe with me. She grinned and told me that it wasn't a
fantasy, that she and Ed sometimes traded pools and partners, one
evening, one couple at a time to break up their sex lives a
little. I asked her who they did it with and she told me the
group was Ed and Pauline, her and Sam and Ted and Natasha then
got a little shy about it.

I just nodded and grinned and told her I'd wondered about that
and then took a big plunge and told her about our conversation."

"And then Mary said what?"

"Her answer was very soothing. She said I shouldn't be shy or
feel guilty, then admitted that all three women had fantasized
about making it with you and their husbands had all thought about
doing the same with me. They just didn't think we would ever do
it so nobody ever said anything to us."

"Cool, but it makes me a little nervous. Feel my hands. They're
cold and sweaty all at the same time just talking like this. Did
you ask her how it works?"

She held his hands and rubbed them, nodding at her own
nervousness. "Yep, I knew we'd both feel that way so I did ask.
Here's what she said. They never change with more than one couple
at a time so it's not group sex, just variety. They also don't do
it very often. The way they work it is to try and make it so that
everyone has some dignity. Usually, a couple of the women end up
talking and picking a Saturday night for a pool party with one
other couple, knowing what was being planned, then the men take
off after dinner and let the wives each get their house and pools
ready. The guys are usually out for 45 minutes then they drive
over to the other wife's house and knock on the door, pool gear,
wine and grin in hand, then take it from there. That way it's
never more than one couple alone and it stays very private. She
said they are always done around midnight and they start around 7
or so with lots of social interaction and swimming before getting
into the recreation of the evening.

"A better question is, what do you think? Are you still
interested, Helen, honey?"

Here is when she burst out laughing. "With the way you've always
looked at Mary's big tits? Honey, unless you're against it,
you're going to Mary's about 7 this Saturday and Sam is coming
here. She knew Sam wanted to have me and I was damned sure you'd
want Mary. Now, dear, what do you think?"

"I think, no more sex until Saturday and I say yes, let's do it.
Now, I want to save up!"

At six thirty, Matt stood just inside the door to the garage with
his hand on the doorknob and looked at Helen in her Saturday pink
bikini and pool cover-up. She looked just as gorgeous as could be
before he kissed her and said, "Too late for second thoughts now,
right?" She only nodded a little nervously before touching his
shoulder in an 'it's okay to go now' way. He understood it and
responded with, "Have a great time with a new man and his dick,
you've gotta tell me everything when I get back. If I'm going to
be later than midnight, I'll call."

"Same to you big fella. Don't let your hands get cold and sweaty.
By the way, Mary told me she has a problem you ought to be warned
about."

He stopped, turned and looked at his wife with a puzzled
expression. "What's that?"

"Mary told me that she has those big breasts and she's a little
worried you'll think they sag but she did say her pussy lips and
clit get huge when she gets excited to make up for it. Oh, she
also hinted that she's bushy enough that she still wears a fairly
full bathing suit to cover the hair up and she wanted to know if
she needed to shave it for you. Obviously, I told her no!"

"You're too much, Helen, too much. Let me get going. I'm nervous
that I might be late. I'll get gas in the car and stop and get a
cold bottle of wine."

She waved and watched him walk to his car and drive off after the
garage door sounds stopped when it closed, little butterflies of
her own twirling just beneath her tummy as she very softly closed
the door the last five inches.

Matt drove to the closest grocery store where he spent a nervous
thirty minutes picking the right wine and a few cut flowers for
his hostess to be. He skipped the gas station. While he was
involved at the store on the way to Mary and Sam's house, Helen
went from room to room in their house, straightening, moving
things around, adjusting her cover-up every time she passed a
mirror and trying not to be too nervous. It wasn't working as her
pace picked up and she found herself in the kitchen fussing with
the cold shrimp she had on a plate, adding garnish pieces and
crackers to the plate and moving the two wine glasses around on
the portable serving bar. She freshened the ice bucket a second
time and glanced up at the clock until the hands finally got
close to seven. She had never been more nervous nor more excited,
thinking about the pleasures she hoped for. She rubbed her
breasts through her cover-up and knew she was being totally
selfish, thinking only about what was probably going to happen.

It didn't take long thinking these thoughts before the doorbell
chimed and she smoothed her clothes and stepped to the door. She
opened it and there was Sam, wine and a bouquet of fresh cut
flowers. She rose to the occasion and gave him an old friend's
smile and extended her arm to take them. "Sam, they're gorgeous.
That is so thoughtful. Come on in."

"Thanks, Helen. You look great. I brought some wine I thought we
might sip while were relaxing in the pool."

Helen reached her hand to his and said, "Come in then, let's get
these into a vase and the wine opened."

When he brushed by her in his slacks and loose shirt he stopped
and gave her a gentle kiss on the cheek. "Umh, you smell
delightful, Helen, just delightful."

It was enough to make her color slightly since they both hoped
the evening would be more than a gentle kiss and the underlying
thought was enough to tingle the color.

"Sam, you look great too. The evening's okay with you, for, you
know, both me and for Mary?"

"Yeah, I've hoped something like this might work out and so has
Mary so if we're all adults and discreet, why not?"

By then, they were in the kitchen and she busied herself with the
flowers while he found the wine opener and filled the glasses.
While they fussed, she asked him, "Where are your swim trunks, we
still use 'em here?"

"I came prepared, got 'em on beneath these slacks. I'm ready to
get a swim in and cool off, make me a little less nervous too.
How about you?"

"Honestly, I was nervous waiting but now that you're here I'm
fine and I think we ought to get going on the pool and the food
and wine for starters if that's okay. Why don't you roll the
serving table out by the pool and let's take a dip then. It will
be nice to have some shrimp and wine while we cool ourselves in
the pool and talk, uh, talk first."

"Okay, I've got it. Sounds like a pleasant evening all the way
around. I told Mary I'd leave here around eleven thirty or so
just so you know." She was started out the door and answered that
it was fine with a small hand wave.

He let her go first and enjoyed the flowing movement of the
bottom of her hips as they moved each time she picked up or put
down one of her bare feet. He knew he was going to have trouble
getting his slacks over the bump his mind was beginning to form
beneath his suit. He rolled the cart to a stop near the edge of
the pool coping, sipped his wine and then served some shrimp on a
plate for her and another for himself as she got ready for the
pool by easily sliding her cover-up over her shoulders revealing
her pink suit and tan skin.

"How long have we know one another, Helen?"

"Maybe eight years, why?"

"This is the first time I can tell you that you are gorgeous and
not feel one bit guilty about the thoughts I've always had and am
having right now."

It was hard for her not to grin as she looked back at him, shot
her right leg out and cocked her hip like a twenty five year old
model before answering, "Well, big fella, I'd say you're going to
have a certain amount of trouble getting those slacks off." She
wasn't being coy when she teased him with, "Want me to turn and
look the other way?"

He was very relaxed as he answered, "Nope, I want you to guess at
what dessert is going to be and you might as well start getting
comfortable with it now!"

His drink sat on the pool edge after he knelt to put it there
then peeled his shirt off his torso. He then turned to face her
with his hands on his belt buckle and zipper. She was obviously
holding her breath and he guessed she could hear the metal buckle
as it opened and hear the zipper as it slid down and his fly
opened. With no embarrassment at all, he grabbed the waistband on
each side of his waist and slid the slacks off, showing her a
nylon suit that wasn't skin-tight but wasn't loose either. He did
something then she'd never seen anyone but Matt do before as he
casually reached to his front and brushed his hand over his
obvious bulge, moving it to the side of his suit, getting the
half hardness comfortable then laughing at her focus.

"Helen, you can blink now," was all he said as he dove over her
head and touched the deep end of the pool.

She ducked under and cooled herself off with a quick lap ending
back where they both began, arms hanging over the coping, wine
glasses and shrimp right there. It seemed perfectly normal to
both of them as they stood there shoulder deep in the water. The
ice was broken and the old friends spent the next twenty minutes
in pleasant conversation enjoying the pool's temperatures and the
cold firmness of the shrimp and sauce. When the plate emptied
itself and the last shrimp tail was in the pile he reached over
to her lips with his fingers and touched them, gently brushing a
stray bit of red shrimp sauce from her lips onto his fingers. He
never looked away from her eyes as he brought his fingers to his
mouth and slowly sucked the sauce off his first finger, leaving
the rest of the sauce on the long finger next to it.

She followed every single motion like her life depended on it,
knowing it was a beginning, the real Act I of tonight's play. Her
look was direct and her own lips opened slightly as she felt him
suck the sauce into his mouth. It was her feet that automatically
moved towards him until her hip touched his. Without words, she
reached for his hand and pulled it down to her own mouth and
guided the next finger, the longest one, between her teeth where
she closed her cool lips over it. At first, her eyes were open
and then they closed as her lips sucked around his finger and she
began to savor more than the sauce, the intimacy of sucking this
man's finger as romantic as any allegory you could imagine. His
hip suddenly felt warm to her and her chest moaned a little moan
over his finger, realizing they were about to have dessert.

It was less than thirty seconds but it was long enough for him to
know and pull his hand and fingers back, slide it just beneath
the surface of the pool and slip it from the top across her right
breast. His fingers and palm moved the pink bikini cup aside and
completely held the swell of her breast. Unconsciously, her own
hand moved and slid beneath the legs of his trunks until her
fingers found what they sought and she moaned, fingers wrapping
around the rigid shaft after caressing both of his balls and
pushing up against his bottom. Their kiss started somewhere in
the middle of all this until they were nearly panting from lack
of breath when they broke the hungry kiss. He squeezed her breast
and rubbed her large nipple, causing her to shiver with her legs
and her spine and grip his cock involuntarily with her short
fingers.

She stepped away, not letting go, and said, "Sam, not here. Let's
go into the bedroom, okay?"

"Sure, only let me take your top off and caress your breasts with
my lips first while we're here. I'm so ready it has to be."

"Agreed. Hurry up though because I want you sitting on the pool
and I'm going to put this cock in my mouth first."

Both his hands were on her breasts and the two stepped into
shallower water where he could see them above the surface and
suck them between his lips. Before he did, he reached for the
cold bottle of white wine and dripped wine over each of them then
suckled the left then the right nipple, hands moving and
massaging them with each sound she made. She let him have five
long minutes of kissing her tits and neck until she couldn't
stand it anymore and whispered in his ear. "My turn, Sam." and
slipped both her hands beneath his suit's waistband and slid them
off to reveal a cock about the same size as Matt's but maybe
thinner with a lot of loose uncircumcised skin near the end.

He scooted up to the pool coping, legs still in the water and
watched as Helen moved between them, grasped the big and very
full cock with her left hand and licked it. Once, twice, then
kissed the seam beneath it and slid her hand up the shaft then
down, following the obvious curve that made it dive two inches to
the left from the base of the shaft to the head. This was new to
Helen since Matt's just got hard and straight and pointed nearly
straight up and out. If they hadn't been in the pool, you might
have thought she was drooling as she looked, touched and finally
slipped her lips over the head and began rhythmically to move
towards and away from him, cupping his hanging balls in her own
left hand. He put his hands on her shoulders at first, cupped her
tits then finally leaned back and put them straight back on the
pool deck as she shivered, whimpered and squeezed her legs
together gurgling and yelling with her mouth still full as she
came into her bikini bottoms.

It was as much as Sam could stand because he knew she could feel
the surge from his balls up his shaft and the heat as teaspoon
after teaspoon of slick white liquid bathed her palate and her
tongue, sliding down her slippery and open throat.

They stayed just like that, each savoring the moment until his
hands found her hair and his voice recovered. "Helen, I want you
in the bed. I want you now."

She said nothing just slid her bottoms off, kissed his cock one
last time before sucking that finger of his again and stepping to
the corner and climbing totally nude out of the pool, red bush
and red hair regal in their movement. Her hand came out as she
walked, inviting him and his nearly hard cock to follow her into
the bedroom where she had wisely stripped the comforter and
opened the sheets in her pre-seven o'clock frenzy of nervous
activity.

She was not normally adventurous but when she entered the room
this time it was with a new and naked man, the first whose cock
she'd touched other than Matt's in 22 years, she was and ran to
the bed where she laid on her back and opened her legs, placed
her palm on her red bush and rubbed her clit in a circular
motion, watching Sam as his libido recovered and his cock resumed
its curve and its hardness, seeing the length of her gash below
her clit. When it was fully hard, she dimmed the lights, flipped
over to her stomach and got on hands and knees with her open
bottom there for him, certainly something aggressive she'd never
had the courage to do at 23.

One second he was looking and the next second he was at her
entrance, whispering over her back before the head slipped
inside, "I don't have a condom. What do you think?"

"Honey, just fuck me if you're clean. I am and I've had my tubes
tied. Don't wait, do it now like you did in my mouth."

His hand reached below her chest to rub her titties as he moved
his feet slightly and the big head of his cock found the folds of
her swollen and wet opening and split them. At first there was
resistance as the wide, mushroom head spread them then it was
past and her body had opened and he was deep inside her. He
stopped as his cock hit her cervix and just moved in little
circles matching his hands with his cock's motion until she
groaned and pushed back which started them off. For her, the
romance was over and the fucking began, nothing but one hungry
female animal pushing back into another animal who was tapping
her in the deepest recesses of her own body, way down inside her.
He pushed and she pushed and pulled stroke after stroke until
they were both sweating. A steady stream of sounds escaped her
lips and he began to pant as she quivered and shivered three
times, squeezing his cock with her hips and internal muscles each
time she came.

With her third orgasm she could wait no longer and screamed into
the rumpled sheets, "Sam, let me have it, let me have your cum
now!"

To her great surprise, Sam knew something Matt didn't and he put
it into action as he rolled his eyes up, grabbed her butt with
one hand and then slipped the other one around her pussy lips to
wet it enough for the lubricity to slide a finger against the
tight ring of her anus before pressing it wetly aside and sliding
up to his knuckle. She squealed, he spasmed and shot spurt after
spurt of his own juices deep against her most intimate membranes
while rubbing his cock inside her from her own ass which sent her
over the edge yet again, this time ending in an absolute dead
faint where her knees collapsed and her body fell flat onto the
sheets momentarily, taking him with her.

She lay there, awake again two seconds later, whispering, "God,
what a fuck you are, Sam."

He managed to keep his cock inside her and lay carefully on her
until she was recovered. "You're welcome and equally as good.
Now, honey, let me lay on my back and you can lay on top of me
and let me rub you, okay?"

"Umhh, sounds good."

He rolled and then she flipped, tits down, onto his stomach where
his hands roamed her back, her butt, her upper thighs and she
purred with delight before he asked her what time it was.

"What?" a mildly offended Helen said in response.

"What time is it? I want to know how long I have to suck your
tits, put my head between your legs and taste your juices, push
your pussy lips aside and smell your essence, feel your clit on
my tongue and against my teeth, slid my cock in your ass and then
sit in that straight chair over there with you facing me and
watch my cock push your pussy lips aside and swallow me again,
that's why."

"Oh God, I'm cumming again and it's only 9:30! We'll have to have
water and tea to replace all these fluids."

And, they did, did it all, even in the big master bathroom where
she helped him pee and then cleaned it off before lubricating her
own finger and bringing him to a double sensation just like he
had done for her. Somewhere along the way, she got out their
digital camera and took seventy or eighty shots of them fucking
and sucking in every conceivable way with occasional rest and
cuddle periods where they explored legs, arms and earlobes,
enjoying dessert better than ever before.

When eleven thirty came and they had done it all, he held her
tits and had his knee against her pussy when he slowly told her,
"Helen, I've never fucked like this. You are more than anyone
could ever, ever hope for and I want you to know that you are the
best, other than Mary, of course!"

She giggled and pulled his balls as she answered him, "Thank you,
Sam. The same is true for you. Think Mary and Matt are having
this much fun?"

"No doubt. If Matt is as imaginative as you are and has a big
cock, they'll do fine. She has a really long pussy opening and
you can get lost in there when you get going. She's great but so
are you. Any time you want a pool party, just set it up and I'll
be here!"

She hugged him then pushed him when she saw the clock. "Okay,
pumpkin, much as I can't believe I'm saying this, it's time to
get dressed and go. It'll take you a half-hour to get home. Say
hi to Mary for me and thank her for the evening."

When he'd risen he leaned down and kissed her before dressing,
which she watched and relished. With a wink and a wave he blew
her a kiss and left, humming and pretending to be too sore to
walk which made her laugh and wonder if she ought to leave the
bed the way it looked and smelled or clean it up before Matt came
home which could be anytime.

She decided to leave it as it was and laid there with the sheet
just covering her hips, waiting, replaying movements and feelings
over and over, trying to remember them in sequence and frequently
getting lost in the musk of the overwhelming release the sex had
been with a new man and what had always before been a forbidden
fantasy.

Matt's Story

The bottle of wine was propped up on the car seat sweating right
next to the four yellow roses he'd found to bring Mary. His hand
steadied them as he made the corner and then signaled the turn
into Mary and Sam's long driveway. They had a house on three
acres which was rather elegant. His headlights bobbed and wove in
the early dusk and the shade of the woods through the tree trunks
and shadows as he followed the curved drive towards the big
Georgian house. Certainly Mary could see him coming if she was
watching. When he got halfway he wondered if she was at all
nervous or as nervous as he felt right now.

The thought passed quickly since he could see the house and they
had made the decision, put the steps in place and Sam was
probably about to take a swim with Helen shortly. No more
thinking, just experience it and enjoy it if that's what Mary was
interested in. He had the same mental picture of Mary he'd always
had, tall at 5'10" and robust with more than a girlish figure but
not excessively overweight. She always walked properly and had
great posture, carried herself with a great deal of self-control
and independence; maybe even strait-laced in a way. Wouldn't it
be funny if her idea of a sexy night was once in the missionary
position with the lights out?

The keys jingled as he put them under the mat and carefully
picked up both wine and roses closed the door gently and strode
up the stairs to the front door and the bell. As his hand reached
for the bell but before it got there, the door creaked open and
Mary stood there in a lightweight summer dress, smiling and
welcoming him with the foyer lights behind her. He couldn't help
noticing how the light outlined her shape through the light dress
and all he could do was smile back, say, "Hello, Mary. I was
hoping you wouldn't mind a couple of yellow roses to go with the
evening?"

"Matt, they're gorgeous and you are so thoughtful. Wine and
yellow roses, how elegant. Come in, don't stand out here."

He stepped in and as he walked by her she turned and he gave her
a brief kiss on the cheek.

"How are you feeling tonight, Mary? Everything going well?"

All she could do was shake her head and let her long hair bounce
in a most undignified way as she winked at him. "Matt, if you
knew how nervous I've been since Sam left, you wouldn't ask but I
have high hopes!"

"We sound about the same then. Don't laugh but I drove around the
block once wondering if Helen was really serious about this and
that you'd agreed. I had horrendous visions of you and Matt
standing here laughing at me at the practical joke you and Helen
played on me."

"Not to worry. Matt is probably going through the same thing and
so is Helen so let's just get the flowers put away and sip a
little wine while we talk a little first, okay?"

"Great. Lead on."

She stepped towards the kitchen with the flowers while he
followed with the wine, admiring the hips he was watching in
front of him and eventually deducing there were no lingerie lines
beneath the dress and grinning to himself at the signal.

When they got in the kitchen she said, "The wine opener's there,
the glasses there. Pour me about half a glass for now while I put
these in a vase, would you?"

"Yep. Done."

He leaned against the marble countertop and watched her stretch
for a vase, fill it with water, clip the rose stems on an angle
and then spray the four and their greens out in a little fan of
yellow on green. "Very pretty, Matt. Thanks again."

"You're welcome," he said as he handed her wine to her. "A toast.
Would you like to make a toast since you're the hostess, Mary?"

She took the glass, stood very straight and not a foot from him,
getting very close and looking him directly in the eyes then made
her toast quietly but seriously to him. "Raise your glass, Matt,
to an evening of certainty, passion and letting go completely."
She didn't drink from her glass but offered it to Matt's lips who
sipped and did the same to her as he offered his own toast.

"Here's to gorgeous women in light dresses with no lingerie!"

Something took place that changed the routine Helen had outlined
for Matt. One second they were toasting and drinking and the next
second Mary was flush against his chest and waist and her mouth
was kissing his, seeking to part his lips with her tongue and her
hunger. He kissed her back, put his arms around her and rubbed
her back from cleft to shoulders and neck as their kiss pushed
them against the countertop and communicated their need. When the
kiss came up for air, she had a wild sparkle in her eyes and a
small little smile as she said, "Still nervous or worried that I
might be too straight or not interested?"

He didn't let her go, just shook his head no and asked the one
question he needed to be sure of. "Are you sure this is okay with
Sam? We've been friends a long time and I'd hate to get in the
way of that."

Her hands were inside the hem of his pullover and cruising his
chest as she answered, "Honey, what do you think Sam and Helen
are doing or going to do tonight? We all agreed and we've all
been hoping this would happen. I mean once in twenty or
twenty-five years with someone new for fun isn't going to ruin
our marriages especially since we're open and friends as far as I
can see. That settle it?"

For an answer, he reached down to the hem of her dress and picked
it up with both hands. "We can swim later. I want to see all of
you."

She shook with a shiver and put her arms over her head and let
him strip the dress from her. As he did, he could see she had a
tummy and a scar in her bikini line but also that she had these
great breasts, something like 42 DD with the darkest aureoles and
nipples that had to be a half inch in diameter.

"Oh my God, Mary. You are beyond gorgeous, the earth mother and
sex personified! Your breasts are beautiful and how on earth did
you know I loved natural hair and lots of it?'

She wasn't shy as she said, "Thank you but now it's your turn."
She took a minute to kiss him again then stripped his shirt off
and opened his slacks and pushed them to the floor leaving him
with a bathing suit and a raging dick. She resumed their kiss and
found the drawstring of his shorts and undid it before peeling
both sides down and pushing them to the floor. Her hands didn't
immediately go to his cock but instead went to the cheeks of his
backside where they cruised the shape and feel of them and the
small of his back and top of his thighs before reaching under
from behind and finding his balls.

"Yummy, big balls that I'm going to roll over my tits tonight."

He couldn't stand it and moved his mouth from her lips to her
tits, first one then the other, feeling the bumps on the aureoles
and then the turgid nipples now hard and sensitive. While he was
doing that with his right hand, his left traced her stomach from
naval to pubic and over her mons until the base of his thumb lay
at the top of her keyhole, at the top of her opening area where
he circled it several times lightly on the dry, hairy area. Each
movement sent a shudder and a moan from her lips into his and a
frenzy of movement of her tongue around the inside of his mouth
until his hand moved down and between her legs where he felt the
swelling but not yet the moisture.

She mumbled in his ear as her feet stepped another 8" apart,
"Yes, that's it, trace my outline and find the prize. Oh yes."

His hand went down the valley and below her bottom, nearly to her
anus with the length of her outer lips before he brought it back
up and gently found the gap that once parted was wet, slick and
ready. "Mary, this is the best opening I've ever seen," was the
only stupid thing he could think of to say as he caressed it,
parted it, felt inside her with three of his longest fingers and
tried to keep up with the movement of her hips.

She stopped their kiss and looked into his eyes, right hand now
around his cock, and motioned him to the center of the kitchen
where there was an island. They moved to it and she let him help
her sit on it while he used both hands to part her legs as he
kissed her beautiful breasts which hung downward and moved
outward away from one another with every breath and every shiver.
At first, he just looked, kissed her knees then he could wait no
longer and put his head towards the v formed where her legs
joined her body. Her hands fell on his head and let him know he
not only could, but she'd love it.

It couldn't have been more than a quarter of an inch away when
her hair tickled his lips and he could feel the heat from her now
very swollen labia. That was enough for him as he flicked his
tongue out and slid it between the long, wavering lips midway
down her opening then wiggled it and raised his head enough to
pull his tongue upward and find what was now a nearly inch and a
half long clit standing at attention. When he blew lightly on it,
her legs quivered and she shuddered, moaning and saying, "Matt,
this is fantastic, fantastic, fantastic" and squirted a half a
cup of clear liquid all over his chin as her orgasm overwhelmed
her. His head stayed locked between her legs until she came down
from the spasms and when she did, she called out, "Put it in me,
Matt. Please, put it in me now. I want to do this all over the
house but I've got to have it now."

Before he did, he ran the head of his cock over each of her tits
and let her suck it briefly. Then, he did something surprising
and pulled one yellow rose from the vase and slipped a dozen or
more of the fragrant petals off. His hands dropped four or five
on her breasts and rubbed them while the other put the balance
inside her opening and let them rest there while he repositioned
his legs and his cock to put the head right against her long
pussy.

The height match was perfect as her legs went over his shoulders
and she guided his wide cockhead right into her opening and began
stroking and murmuring, over and over. He laid over her, smelling
the roses, feeling the petals inside her pussy, feeling her tits
and lifting them, pulling the nipples gently. Each time he did,
she shivered and clenched his cock with her muscles, saying over
and over, rose petals in my pussy, rose petals on my tits, Oh
God, I've died and gone to heaven." He leaned over and her mouth
insisted in his ear, "You're going to let me eat that big,
straight cock. You're going to fuck my mouth and my tits with it,
here, in the pool, the bedroom and maybe even the maid's room.
You're going to put this beauty up my ass and give me the ride of
my life and then we're going to rest and do it all again."

He had no idea where the wine and the time went but by eleven
thirty, his cock was limp, her body was spent and they were
laying curled up in the walk in closet of the master bedroom,
cuddling and talking. "Mary, this has been the best night of my
life outside of Helen, you know."

"Me too, sweetie and I want to do it again sometime. Let's only
hope Helen and Sam have as much fun as we did. God, I love your
cock. It's big and straight and I love it's not being
circumcised. That lets me play with the skin over my tongue and
lips and slides it in my pussy like crazy."

With that, she found some last sign of life in it and sat on top
of him, slipping it inside and stroking until she came, clit
against his stomach and breasts bouncing wildly with sweat
dripping from them.

He just laughed before his thighs had charlie horses and let her
flood him with what little juice she had left. "Next time, we
drink lots of fruit juice all evening, Mary."

She collapsed and said she'd probably not be able to walk until
Monday then sighed and stood up. "Look at the time, honey. We
better get rolling. Helen's going to be worried and Sam's going
to be here soon. Might work better if you don't shake hands as
you pass after just fucking each other's wives, at least the
first time."

She stood over him while she spoke legs apart. He casually
reached up and put first two fingers then three inside her
opening, making her resolve something less than serious as her
feet moved to give him full access. When all three were in, he
added the fourth then pressed upwards until his thumb and palm
were inside where he was now sealed with her labia. She stood
still, his entire hand inside her.

Then he made a fist and turned his hand, gently swishing her g
spot which was enough to make her lose all control and have one
last crushing orgasm that ended in tears on her tits with the
intensity of the sensation.

All he did was slowly remove his hand, taste it and then kiss her
clit before spanking her bottom and shooing her into the room and
getting dressed while she watched, her own hand now fully inside
her pussy, knotted and turning slowly. A quick comb through his
hair and a wonderful last kiss and they both agreed, he better
run.

As his car turned onto the main road, he passed a lone car that
looked a lot like Sam's. He looked in the rear view mirror and
saw it turn into the long wooded driveway and wonderfully sexy
woman he had just left. He hoped Sam was smiling and tired like
he was.

As he drove, the sight of Sam in his car began to shift his
thinking from the sex he'd had to wondering how the evening had
gone between Sam and Mary. He'd bet it went fine but he'd find
out shortly. He was going to be a little bit later than midnight
so he pushed the cell-phone button and after two rings Helen
picked up. "Hi, honey. I'm running fifteen minutes late but I'm
on the way. Have a good evening?"

"Matt, this has been wonderful. I can't wait to tell you when you
get here. I didn't clean up at all and the smell of sex is
everywhere. Rest up on the drive! Oh, how did your evening go?"

"Everything you said about Mary was true except she's anything
but reserved when she doesn't have clothes on."

She laughed, "Well, I found out Sam's about your length in the
dick department but his isn't as thick, has tons of dark blue
veins and curves two inches to the right which tickles your pussy
something fierce!"

"Enough, already. I can't wait to hear it. I'll be there shortly.
Wait up for me!"


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