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Subject: {ASSM} "Caren for Easter" (MF FMF) by Creampie Eater
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Caren for Easter
----------------

I've written before about my wife's friend Caren, who
used to live close to us but moved to Dallas.  We now
have a Easter tradition of going to Dallas (if two
years in a row constitutes a tradition).  This year we
went up on Good Friday, and returned the Monday
following.  It was a fun weekend.

When we arrived, it was another exercise in humility. 
I work hard, but I will never be wealthy like Caren
and Mitch.  Their house is simply amazing.  It is
perhaps 10,000 square feet in size, with many cool
built-ins.  This year, they had repainted the whole
house even though they had just finished painting it
less than a year ago.  The faux finishes had to be
costly.  The new heavy drapes would be as well.

Friday we had a nice dinner of Mexican food and beers.
 We watched Maid in Manhattan, a cute enough movie, on
their home theatre system.  Midway through the movie,
I chanced to look over and there were Caren and Mitch,
kissing like fools (in front of the kids!).  I also
noticed that Mitch's hand was not visible between her
legs.  Oh my!

Later that night, I mentioned what I saw to my wife
Perra.  Unusually, she didn't express shock and
outrage at something overtly sexual.  My wife is a
prude, so I had expected her to be strongly
disapproving.  Instead, she said, "Oh yeah, Caren said
she was feeling horny today."

I wondered if it had to do with my arrival, but Perra
didn't know about Caren and me getting it on.  "Did
she say why?" I asked, almost afraid of the answer.

"No, but I think I know why."

"Why?" I asked, interested to know what sort of ideas
my prudish wife would come up with.

"Promise to not flip your lid?" she said, obviously
worried I might do exactly that.

"Sure," I said.  "You're only guessing, anyways," I
pointed out.

By now we were whispering in the guestroom bed.  Perra
lunged at me and buried her face in my shoulder so as
to hide it.  "I think Caren and Mitch are thinking
about swapping with us."

Frankly, I was shocked.  Not so much at Caren and
Mitch, but that Perra would ever say anything about
it.  I knew it must be almost certainly true before
she would say anything about it.

I didn't say anything, and eventually Perra unburied
her face, and looked up at me.  "Did you hear what I
said?" she asked.

"Yes," I said evenly.  "What makes you think that they
are thinking about swapping with us?"  I tried to
sound reasonable, but my mind was going boinkers.

Perra told me that Caren had begun talking about
swapping last year after we had visited them.  Caren
had admitted that Mitch was hot for Perra, and often
had invoked her name during sex.  Caren had told Perra
to consider it, because Mitch had a nice dick and knew
how to use it.  Perra had sprung to my defense,
annoyed that Caren was underestimating my potential;
she had told Caren that I gave the best oral sex she'd
ever experienced.  This initial exchange had become a
topic of their conversation for over a year now, and I
sensed the frequent discussions had led Perra to be
receptive to the idea.

"So, are you mad?" she asked pensively?

I led her hand to my erection.  "Do I feel mad?" I
asked.

Smilingly, Perra slid off her panties, pulled down my
briefs, and mounted me.  She was incredibly hot and
wet inside, tempting me cum prematurely.  Thankfully,
she was ready to pop, and orgasmed after only a couple
minutes.  I unloaded into her, spewing out a nice load
of cream.

I rolled her over to her side so that we could embrace
while I shrank.  She kissed me, then asked "So what
should we do if Mitch wants to be with me?"

"I think you should be with him," I said without
hesitation.

"Really?" she asked.  "You'd let me get fucked by
him?"

"Yeah," I smiled.  Then I placed a condition on it. 
"You need to let me clean up afterwards though."

"MMmmmmm, deal," she smiled.  She smiled even more
when I pulled my still semi-stiff cock out of her and
slid down to begin tonguing her seeping pussy.  I was
still hard when she came on my mouth, squeezing out
the creampie we had made.  Then, she asked me to hold
her while she fell asleep.

I crawled up and held her as she quickly dropped off
into slumber.  My mind raced as I thought about how
this was far from normal for Perra.  She was a prude,
and no doubt about it.  She barely tolerates my love
of creampies (she prefers being fingered to orgasm). 
There was something about this weekend that had her
already charged up and ready to go.  Maybe it was the
year of foreplay Caren and her had enjoyed, teasing
each other into a frenzy.

It was my sleeping mind that remembered that she had
said "let me get fucked by him."  I knew, even asleep,
that she should have said "let him fuck me" unless the
idea truly appealed to her.

The next day was filled with nothing.  I read the Tom
Clancy novel, Red Rabbit, while the families swam in
the beautiful heated pool.  Then, I gave lessons in
cannonballs until the kids learned the proper
technique and they could create massive waves
themselves.

In the late afternoon, when we were all sunburned,
Perra came out to the pool with new underwear and
shorts so that I could change in the poolside cabana,
leaving my wet suit out to dry.  Caren and Mitch's
cabana was cool, with a nice covered glasstop table, a
bar, and even a grill.  I was most interested in the
bathroom where I could change.

I knocked a couple times, asked if the room was clear,
and receiving no answer I opened the door.  I was
shocked to see Caren already in the bathroom, looking
right at me.  No way she didn't hear the knock,
especially since she let fall her bikini top when I
looked in!

"Close the door," she hissed urgently.  I did, and she
wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me hard. 
Instinctively, I reached up and felt her breasts. 
She'd had augmentation surgery some time back, so they
had that oddly firm feeling, but her nipples felt
right and she reacted the usual way.  It was very
surreal to be kissing her like this, and it was even
more surreal when she dropped to her knees and pulled
my suit down to begin sucking me.

Perra plain hates cocksucking.  She even hates the
idea of it and has tasted my dick exactly once since
we've been together (18 years).  Caren, on the other
hand, clearly enjoys performing fellatio.  She licked
and sucked energetically, getting my crotch wet with
her saliva in the process.  The feeling was
incredible, not only physically but because I felt
like she was servicing me.  It was a head trip!

I warned her I was about to cum, and she told me to
cum on her tits.  Then she sucked harder, like she was
trying to siphon my sperm out of my balls.  It felt
fucking awesome, and as I began to jerk and spasm,
Caren pointed my hose down so that I would soak her
freckled cleavage.  She was smiling like the Cheshire
Cat as I spurted a quart onto her breasts.

Of course, when I was able, I had her stand so that I
could lick my ejaculate from her titties.  "That's
right, cum sucker, lick me clean," she purred. 
Obviously she remembered the Christmas party where I
ate three loads of cum (two of them not mine) from her
sloppy snatch.  I purred along with her as I ate my
seed from her.  Then I kissed her again, letting our
tongues both explore the remaining delicious flavor.

"Why'd you blow me?" I asked, "not that I mind."

"Because I wanted to wanted to see you being nasty
again," she answered.

"Well, I wish I had left my cum inside you instead of
outside," I pouted.

"You will get your chance," she promised.  "Mitch has
been begging me to let him fuck Perra, and Perra told
me she's do it."

I was stunned at the openness of it all.  Last time I
played with Caren, she and I were both worried about
our spouses reactions.  "I can believe Mitch wanting
to fuck Perra, but I can't believe Perra told you she
would," I admitted.

"She told me you'd agreed to it, if she'd let you
clean up afterward?" she asked, confirming the story.

"Well, that's true enough," I smiled.  "I do like the
idea of chowing down on her nasty pussy.  But, I think
the big reward will be fucking you."  I was given a
big kiss for saying so.

Then, Caren and I went into the house where dinner was
about ready.  The next few hours were consumed with
the domestic activities of two friendly families
sharing the same house.  For my part, I took a shower
and shaved, and generally got excited thinking about
what was coming.

It was Saturday night, so that meant we watched
Trading Spaces on TLC.  Caren sat with me on the
oversized leather loveseat, while Perra and Mitch sat
on the couch with a kid between them.  Eventually, the
kids got bored and wandered off to play pool or
whatnot, so it was just us adults watching the
decorating show and drinking a nice Merlot.

Caren and I caressed each other, ostensibly
innocently, but I was having a hard time controlling
my mounting excitement.  I could see Mitch and Perra
doing the same thing.

After the second episode, What Not To Wear came on. 
Mitch casually suggested to Perra that he wanted some
advice on a gift for Caren, and that he wanted to do
it privately.  Perra just as casually pointed out that
Caren loved to eavesdrop, so maybe they should go into
the bedroom.  Mitch agreed, and suggested that Caren
and I keep tabs on the kids.  Caren and I both heard
the bedroom door close, and lock.

The next hour and half was torturous.  We had to act
normal, while knowing our spouses were "doin' the
nasty".  We made popcorn for the kids, and put on The
Tuxedo for the kids in the upstairs home theatre. 
Then we smuggled ourselves into a bathroom for five
minutes of groping and kissing.  Both of us were
incredibly turned on, and it was all I could do to not
fuck her then and there.

Finally, Mitch came out of the bedroom wearing that
tell-tale look of a man who is fucked out.  "Perra
wants to see you guys," he told us with a grin.  "The
kids are upstairs?  I'll keep an eye on them." 
Without another word, he began to climb the curved
staircase, leaving Caren and I looking at each other.

We went into the bedroom, to find it lit by candles. 
My Perra was laying on her chest and knees in the
middle of the bed, with her hand covering her pussy. 
I knew she was holding in Mitch's seed.

"How was it?" I asked, getting on the bed to kiss her.
 I resisted the temptation to plant my face between
her legs.

"Mitch has a very nice cock," she giggled.

"Yeah?" I laughed, "and did he use it?"

"Oh, Hell yeah!" she laughed.  "Do you want to see?"

"YES!" I blurted out.  Caren laughed then, reminding
me of her presence.

"Why don't you get naked while I tell you what we did,
and then I'll show you?" Perra suggested. 
Accordingly, I peeled off my shirt, shorts, and briefs
to expose my extremely hard erection.  Caren had only
a bikini top, shorts, and panties to remove before she
too was naked.  Perra had not even told us how long
they had kissed, and we were naked!

I thought it would be rude to interrupt Perra,
especially since she was obviously getting hot
recounting her adventure.  On the other hand, I was
seeing Caren nude for the first time.  I had seen her
pussy last year, and her tits a couple hours ago, but
never entirely nude.  She was vaguely feline in
proportion, and I found my hands sliding up and down
her smooth body.

We sat on the bed, kissing and touching and exploring
as Perra continued her story.  Mitch had insisted she
masturbate during foreplay, letting him taste her
pussy on her fingers.  She surprised me by saying they
had enjoyed a 69 next, because she didn't like sucking
dick.  She finally begged him to fuck her, and after a
bit of teasing, he did.

"He felt so nice," she sighed, "and he seemed to rub
some place inside me that made my pussy jerk.  I know
this might hurt you to hear, but I love the way he
fucks!"

"I told you!" Caren said.  She looked me right in the
eyes.  "I bet Perra fucks him every time you come
now."

I knew she was probably right.  My pride was wounded a
bit.  After all, she'd never really liked fucking me
and she certainly didn't like the idea of tasting my
meat.  With Mitch, she seemed the exact opposite.

"Now don't get all mopey," Perra cautioned.  "Mitch
left a present for you.  That's what you wanted,
right?"

"Yeah, I guess..."

"Then lay on your back," Perra told me.  "Caren, let
him eat your pussy; that's what he likes best
anyways."

"Mmmmmm, me too," she said.  She straddled her knees
alongside my head, and let me pull myself up so that
my mouth was on her cunt.  Caren sighed, "I'd much
rather get licked than fucked".  I couldn't agree
more.

At one point, Perra slid her fingers between me and
Caren, and had me clean the sticky cream from them. 
"I'm really starting to leak," she told us.  "I think
he needs to get a mouthful now."

Caren agreed, and rolled off me.  I slid between
Perra's knees, on my back and looking up at her sloppy
hole.  I hadn't seen it yet, my eyes went wide.  Even
so long after she had been fucked, her pussy was red
and puffy.  It was also oozing the white b�chamel
sauce that I craved.  "Ready?" Perra asked, and when I
assured her I was, she sat up and let it flow.

I lunged up to meet the stream of cum that slid out. 
Even so, I got some in my eye and on my nose before I
could clamp my mouth around her pussy.  I sucked
eagerly at her, swirling my tongue around inside her
steamy valley.  It was awesome!

"He is such a nasty cum sucker," Caren commented. 
"Look at him, chowing down on Mitch's sperm."  I knew
she was goading me on purpose, but it suddenly hit me
that I was eating another man's cum!  And, it was from
my wife!  After that, I was moaning almost endlessly,
my mind totally fucked up.

Caren let me eat Perra for a minute, then mounted me
and began to urge me to cum in her.  She felt hot and
wet inside, ready to accept my orgasm.  She pulled off
after a few strokes, and reached down to stroke my
cock using her juices as lube.  I'd never felt that
before, and I moaned that I was about to cum.  Caren
sank more heavily on me, and Perra lifted off.  I
think she wanted to see my face as Caren and I fucked.
 Caren leaned over and we humped each other until I
came, and beyond until I shrank and slipped out.

When Caren took her rightful spot astride my face, she
was very frothy.  It was my pleasure to lick her to a
gooey orgasm.  During that time, Perra had left to
join Mitch in putting the kids to bed.  With us both
sated, Caren suggested we slip out to the Jacuzzi pool
via the bedroom door.  I agreed, grateful for the
chance to clean up a little before the kids saw me
with crusty cum on my face.

Eventually, we did have to go back in and say
goodnight to our children.  But after a decent
interval, Caren, Mitch, Perra, and me went back to the
pool.  We skinny dipped too in the colder main pool,
which I hadn't done in years.  Back in the Jacuzzi, we
made out with each other until it was quite late.  I
eventually ate Perra while Mitch fucked Caren, and ate
Caren while Mitch fucked my wife.  The best was
cumming in Caren as we floated in the big pool.

The next day, it was back to reality although I did
fuck Caren another time, and ate Mitch's creampie from
Perra after they stole away for half an hour.  I felt
mildly guilty, because it was Easter.  Let me say,
though, that I'd rather eat a creampie than a
chocolate bunny, any day!

****

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