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{ASS} Wendy's Visit {pokeyrider2000@yahoo.com}
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MFF, wife, lac

Wendy's Visit

Hanging up the phone my wife asked if I remembered Wendy. Yes, I
remember your friend Wendy. We visited her and her family in San
Diego, what, two years ago? She was my friend in school, married
a meteorologist. They have a boy and a girl. So what's new with
her? I did not know you kept in contact. We e-mail once in a
while. Her husband has a convention in Chicago the third week of
September and she was wondering if we were going to be available
for a visit.

You're the planner around here, I don't know of anything going on
then. Besides, you know your friends are always welcome. They can
stay here if they want, but it might be a bit far to commute each
day. Well Wendy said she normally does not go along to John's
conventions, but thought since it is in the area; she and the
kids could stay here during the convention while John stays
downtown. He would be here the Thursday before and Monday after.
Sounds good to me.

My wife was thrilled her childhood friend was going to stay here.
Actually I was too. I remember very clearly our visit. Their
second child, and our only child at the time, were both about six
months old. We visited during a weekday and John was at work.
Wendy and my wife, Megan were both breastfeeding the kids. I
swear during our three or so hour visit, they fed those kids at
least four times. We were all in their living room. I was playing
with their oldest kid, who must have been about two or three
years old. Meg and Wendy were chatting away like schoolgirls.

They are both stay-at-home moms, and after all the years seemed
to have a lot in common. I think my wife is a closet
exhibitionist, she has little reservation about nursing our kids
almost anywhere. Wendy seemed to exhibit this same
characteristic. They both have a natural view on life. I fully
exercised my eye's peripheral vision during the visit. I must say
I find a nursing mother more than a little erotic. On a couple of
instances I could clearly see a good majority of Wendy's breast
while her daughter was latched on.

Wendy is simply beautiful. A tall, trim, healthy brunette. She
was wearing pretty tight fitting blue jeans. I remember noting
that she does not look like she gave birth only six months ago.
Her stomach showed no signs of having been stretched by the
pregnancy. I never met her husband John. From snippets of their
conversation I got the impression that he lives to work.

During the month before their visit, Meg told me all about Wendy
and their youthful friendship. Wendy was a neighbor during their
primary school years, from kids to about age 16, when my wife's
family moved to another of Durban's suburbs. Most of it was
normal girl stuff, then she told me about an incident they had
with their Danish friend. I was not expecting this. Looking back,
Meg is convinced this Danish girl lived in a house that was much
more liberal concerning things sexual.

She said when the three of them were alone, they would frequently
take their clothes off mainly at the request of the Danish girl.
According to Megan, this is not unusual for girls to do. (I don't
know what rock I have been under, but I never heard of this
behavior.) Then once, when they were about 12 or 13, sitting in
the Danish girl's bedroom naked; the Danish girl was kneeling on
the bed with a pillow between her legs. She started writhing on
it and then started to rub her vagina and squeeze her breasts
right there in front of them. Like she could not control herself.

Both her and Wendy were taken back, not sure what they were
seeing. At this time, Meg does not remember her climaxing, but
remembers her and Wendy being stunned at the sight. It only
happened the one time. She said they often compared bodies,
commenting on each others adolescent development. The only real
contact they ever had was when on occasion two of them would gang
up on the other, giving her a spanking or a tickling. She felt at
the time the contact was simply incidental to horsing around.
Nothing overt.

Megan seemed a little flushed after telling me this. I massaged
her shoulders and as always worked my way around to her breasts
squeezing them and pinching her nipples to arousal. In an effort
to imitate what I was just told, I worked a hand down between her
legs stroking up and down over her pubic mound. She closed her
eyes and rolled her head back lightly moaning her pleasure. It
was short lived as we were interrupted by our four-month-old
daughter's hunger cry coming from the other room.

The time flew by and on that Thursday evening I came home to a
houseful. Wendy, John and their two kids along with Megan and our
two kids filled the place with noise. Over dinner I became
acquainted with John and their family. John is definitely a
work-first person. He has no other interests and the conversation
always came back to meteorology. I remember thinking as he droned
on that it is amazing he found the time or had the interest in
making two kids. Meg and Wendy had the kids in bed by 7pm as was
both of their customs. The four of us had some wine and
conversation. John and Wendy seemed to disagree about everything.


After retiring to bed, we could hear John arguing with Wendy
about something. The next morning, I was happy to see that John
had already departed for his convention before I came down for
breakfast. Megan and Wendy were chatting at the table, drinking
herb tea and eating granola or something. Megan was wearing her
usual night garb, a t-shirt and boxer shorts. She was almost back
to her trim self since giving birth some six months ago to our
second child. Wendy was outstandingly beautiful. There is
something about that early morning `au natural' look in a healthy
woman.

Wendy was wearing a short black terry-cloth robe tied in the
front. Sitting there, her long legs were bare fully half way up
her thighs. The front was open enough to see that she was wearing
some kind of black silky top that ran horizontally across her
chest. It was low enough to see the top 1/3 of her breasts. Megan
had our daughter in her lap. When she started to fuss, Meg
instinctively raised her shirt fully exposing one breast while
positioning our daughter's mouth on her nipple without missing a
syllable.

While I was standing next to the table pouring my coffee, I could
clearly see down Wendy's top. I am sure Megan saw me glancing
down at her.  I was really getting excited at all this female
flesh about me. Without John there, Wendy seemed much happier and
relaxed. The rest of the kids were filing in as I was heading out
the door to work.

It was about 5:30pm when I finally got home from work. I had been
eagerly anticipating spending the weekend with my two women (and
four kids). A perfect late summer afternoon. I heard the
tell-tale splashing and yelling coming from the back yard which
could only mean the pool was in use. To my great pleasure it was
being used by everyone. I was so excited to see the head and
shoulders of Megan and Wendy sticking out of the clear water. My
son came splashing over to welcome me home. I quickly greeted
everyone, then almost ran to get changed into my swim suit.

I jumped right in and swam to my wife giving her a full body hug
and kiss. I reached down to cup and squeeze her ass cheeks. Wendy
exclaimed, "Now that's what I call a welcome home greeting!" soon
they were telling me about the events of the day. I learned they
went shopping (of course) and had some treats for me. I played
with the kids while checking out the women's swim gear.

They both had on 2-piece bikinis. Megan was wearing an aqua blue
unit. Her breasts are still larger than normal because she is
nursing and her bikini top clearly is overwhelmed with the extra
flesh. Her stomach is almost back to its pre pregnancy shape. She
really looks great, all happy and bubbly. Wendy had to accompany
her son to the bathroom. I got a great view of Wendy as she was
stepping out of the pool.

Wow, her long legs and torso give her the perfect proportion. She
was wearing an orange bikini with very high cut sides. To step
from the ladder onto the deck her right leg extended up and over
the edge of the pool while bending forward at the same time. The
ladder arrangement is a little awkward, but gives a fantastic
view of a persons backside. Wendy was a goddess. I could clearly
see the band of material that goes from the back to the front of
her bikini bottoms. The exact contour of her inner thighs and
mound was plain to see. What a view. The kids were playing
together, so I made my way over to my wife.

Meg immediately reached down to check my level of excitement.
"That's what I figured. I saw you leering at Wendy", she quietly
growled. "Well, I can't help it. Two beautiful, almost naked
women prancing around here. I am only horny, I, I, I mean human,"
I defended. "You naughty naughty boy," Meg dismissed. I moved in
behind her and rubbed my now fully extended member into her
backside while caressing my hands up and down her front side.
"That's more like it." she purred as I pinched her nipples.
"Thanks for letting me have Wendy stay here. And thanks for not
being like John." she added.

Wendy returned and we both watched her lower herself into the
water. "What is going on over here? Don't you ever leave her
alone?" Wendy chided. "Like a moth to the light." I stated as I
splashed water into her face. "You'll pay for that." Wendy
blurted as she returned the favor. "Hey, now you have done it!"
Meg exclaimed. Wendy was in full retreat as Meg and I lunged
toward her. I managed to grab a foot and reeled Wendy back into
my arms. I froze momentarily as I realized I had my arms fully
wrapped around her waist while she was kicking and flailing in an
attempt to free herself. Her legs were kicking past and across my
hard-on. I don't know if she realized it or not. Megan was
splashing her then I saw a light click in Meg's eyes. She went
around my back and started pinching Wendy's flesh at the top of
her thigh in the back just below her cheeks. I realized this must
be Wendy's tickle spot. Wendy went from kicking to laughing and
pleading for Meg to stop. "It still works," Meg exclaimed.

Wendy wriggled her way loose but I was able to hold onto her
hands. Now she was standing on the bottom trying to dance away
from Meg. I pulled her forward suddenly which caused her body to
become horizontal in front of me. I quickly wrapped one arm under
her upper torso and the other under her waist and pulled her
tight to me. Wendy was locked face down tight against my chest.
Meg immediately went for her fully exposed upper thighs. I was so
excited having this strange flesh rubbing tight against mine and
watching my wife grabbing at Wendy's thighs.  I was in that
erogenous zone in which I did not care that Wendy could easily
see or feel my erection. In fact I was hoping she did know.

In an effort to get away, Wendy would arch her back and then try
to curl forward which caused Meg's hands to pinch and grab
anywhere from her knee to right on her ass. It was all happening
very fast, but I thought at one point Megs fingers slid under her
bikini bottom. Wendy attempted to go on the offensive and started
to grab at my thighs. Her hands were everywhere. I know for
certain her arms brushed across my erection at least several
times. At this point, there was no doubt that all three of us
knew I was completely aroused by this horseplay. I decided to go
a little further.

I released my left arm from Wendy's waist and immediately grabbed
the back of her nearest thigh. Here we were, I was holding this
beautiful woman wearing only a bikini with one arm while both my
wife and I were pinching her bare upper thighs and the
surrounding area. I could not believe it. The tickling pretty
much ended and her resistance simultaneously lowered as I allowed
Wendy's feet to sink to the bottom. I still had my right arm
loosely around her chest. My left hand was still on her thigh,
although I was no longer pinching her. Once her feet hit the
bottom I released my right arm and deliberately slid my left hand
up her leg over her right cheek and up to her waist before
retracting it. Neither of us said or did anything to give my move
away.

As she stepped away from me towards Meg, her left hand dragged
across my hard-on. Again we did not give a clue of our actions.
"I can't believe you still remember my weak point. You deserve a
spanking." Wendy mused. "Don't even think about it." Meg smirked.
By now all the kids were either crying or whining about hunger.
The girls went in to start dinner and tend the kids while I
cleaned up.

By the time dinner was over it was almost 7 o'clock. The kids
were off to bed and by 7:30 the three of us were in the living
room resting. We were chatting about the day. I opened a bottle
of wine and poured us each a glass. I realized how much I
appreciated the dress worn in the pool compared to the shorts and
shirts we now had on. I really wanted to see more skin and
thought it would be a real improvement if I could get them into
their nightwear. I took the lead by telling them I was going to
take a shower to get the chlorine off.

I showered and even shaved. I put some cologne on and then to set
the dress code I wore my boxers with bath robe. I left the front
open way down to my stomach so they would see that I did not
overdress, hoping they would follow suit. Wendy went in next. I
asked Megan if she was enjoying herself. She said she was very
happy to have Wendy here.

I asked how she knew where Wendy's ticklish spot was. She said
she remembered from back when they were kids. "But how did you
find her spot?" I pressed. "Well, I guess we poked around at each
other until we found it. Why do you care?" She asked. I was
feeling bold and knew Wendy would be out soon, "I found it
particularly exciting seeing you tickling her. Did you enjoy
touching Wendy?" My hard-on returned to its glory just thinking
about it. Megan noticed the lump at the front of my robe.

"I see you are still enjoying it. I liked it too, but not to the
same extent. You know I really prefer it slow, that was all
happening pretty fast." she deflected. "Yes, but did you like
touching Wendy's thighs? I thought I also saw you touching her
rear too?" I pressed. "I did not! It was accidental anyway. I
liked touching her. She feels good. But it is not the same." she
said. "You were not aroused by it at all?" I pressed again.
"Maybe a little."  The bathroom door opened and Wendy brought
those long bare legs back in.

Just as planned she was again in her short black robe. She was
brushing her hair as she entered and sat back down in her arm
chair. I could smell a faint whiff of perfume as she passed by. A
good sign I thought. Megan went next. Wendy and I talked about
life in Southern California. While not talking directly about it
it was clear her married life was not so great. She was very
complimentary about Megan and my priorities. I felt bad for her,
she really is a wonderful person. I would not trade my wife for
anyone, but I think Wendy would make a good second choice. I
heard our daughter begin to cry from her bed and cringed. I did
not want her to wake the others.

I went in and brought her out. She was obviously hungry. I was
about to get Megan from the bathroom when Wendy said she would
hold her. I thought, well how is that going to work? I handed her
over. Wendy cradled her and rocked her walking back and forth.
She is definitely hungry, and she knows just were to go for food.
She is trying to suckle. Wendy had her robe opened in front and
my daughter had her mouth right where Wendy's nipple must be. The
only thing in the way was her silky top. I could now see what she
was wearing under her robe because it was untied and fully open.

She was wearing a garment that is kind of tube shaped with one
strap going over each shoulder. It only covers to most of the way
up her thigh. I could not see the sides but I suspect it was just
about like one Megan has with slits up the sides. Back to the
baby problem. I could clearly see that Wendy's other nipple was
fully erect poking against the material of her night shirt. She
was excited by my daughter suckling through her night shirt. Meg
happened to finish and joined us.

"She is hungry Meg. May I feed her?" Wendy inquired. "I did not
know you were still breastfeeding your son." Meg answered. "Well
I weaned him a while ago, but I feel my body responding to her
cry of hunger. If you don't mind. I'm not sure my milk will come
in or not." Wendy explained. "Go ahead. I'll have to nurse her
too though. My breasts are getting full." Meg agreed. Just like
that, Wendy pushed the right strap off of her shoulder and
lowered the garment to expose her breast right in front of us. My
daughter latched right on and greedily sucked.

Wendy responded with a sigh, "I think it's working. I forgot how
good this feels." Wendy explained, and then looked at me "Don't
you wish you had breasts?" "I have all I can handle tonight right
here in this room thank you." I decided I was going to be bold
and see what happens. Soon enough the baby started crying again.
Wendy figured she ran out of milk and handed her to Megan. Who in
turn dropped a strap and allowed our daughter free access to one
of hers. Wendy was straightening out her top while sitting down.

Megan was wearing almost the exact same night shirt as Wendy's
except it was gold instead of black. Meg sat on her chair with
our daughter at her breast. When she sat of course her night
shirt crept way up. Unfortunately our daughter was lying across
her lap. Otherwise it would be a cinch to see her knickers. She
asked me if I would massage her feet while she nursed. I brought
my wine glass and sat on the floor in front of her. Meg stated
about how she loves being massaged while feeding. It is so
relaxing and stimulating at the same time. Wendy said she was
great at giving massages.

Without saying anything she came down by my side and took Megan's
left foot and began to massage it. I said to do a good job we
needed oil and went for the bottle in the dresser drawer. I
squirted a liberal amount about halfway up her chin and let it
run down. Wendy took the bottle and started pouring from her
knee. We worked her feet over and over again. I started to focus
on her lower leg, working the oil into her calf muscles. The
girls were chatting about giving birth and all the work involved
in raising kids, etc., etc.

In a few minutes the baby had fallen asleep. Meg giggled, "Look
at her precious mouth." We kneeled up and saw the baby's mouth
still in a sucking position but it had pulled away from Meg's
extended nipple. There was milk dribbling out the side of her
mouth and down her cheek. "Lucky kid," I blurted out.

I reached for Megan's nipple and gently rolled it between my
fingers. Mmmmm she expressed. I told her to lie down and we would
finish her massage. Wendy was on Meg's right and I on her left as
she made herself comfortable on her stomach. I dribbled some oil
up her left leg from her calf up to the top of her thigh. Meg
only had on her top and panty bottom. Her top ended at the bottom
of her panties. I handed the oil to Wendy and she poured the oil
the same as I had. I started to work the oil in from her calf up
to her thigh. Wendy followed suit.
I followed the bottom edge of Meg's panty line from her hip down
between her legs. Wendy's fingers touched mine as we moved to the
center. I was careful not touch her panties yet. I wanted to go
to her shoulders and work my way down again and into her panties
with Wendy following. We poured some oil into our palms and laid
hands on her neck, rubbing outward to her shoulders. I gently
slid the strap of Meg's top off her shoulder. The upper edge of
Meg's top ended at about mid shoulder blade height. Wendy and I
deeply rubbed the oil into her shoulders and neck. I ran some oil
down Megs arm and handed the bottle off to Wendy.

I rubbed the oil in from her shoulder down to her hand. I grabbed
each finger and stroked each like it was an erect penis. Slowly,
methodically stroking each finger Wendy was right with me.
Lowering my head to her hand I took her index finger into my
mouth and pretended it was a lollypop. I slid it in and out. I
strained my eyes up to see the erotic sight Wendy was making as
she mimicked me. I massaged my way back up to Meg's shoulders
then worked my way up her neck and to her face.


Only her left side was exposed as she lay on her stomach with her
head turned to the side. We were both massaging Meg's face and
scalp. I slid my oily fingers across her lips, then traced them
around several times. Wendy worked her way to Megs' lips and
cheek too. I slid my index finger into her mouth and Meg sucked
it right in. I slid my finger in and out of her mouth then
yielded for Wendy to do the same. It was very exciting for me to
see my wife sucking on Wendy's finger like she was giving oral
sex to it.

I was now working my way down her back. I motioned that I wanted
to take Meg's top off. She just raised her arms then lifted
herself onto her elbows as Wendy and I slid the top up and off.
Now my wife was lying in front of us with only her bikini panties
on. I ran oil all over her back and we immediately started to
work it into her skin.

Wendy started at Meg's right shoulder and I on her left as we
massaged our way down to the elastic band of Meg's panties. We
worked our way up and down not missing an inch of skin. I jumped
over her panties to her thighs again and worked up toward her
panties. Once reaching the leg opening of her panty I stopped
massaging and took my index finger and placed it on her backbone
about halfway up. Wendy followed along. I slowly traced her
backbone down to her panty and then traced the edge of her panty
all the way around and down to the carpet. Then jumped down to
the leg opening and traced the edge over her cheek and down
between her legs as far as I could reach.

I retraced the way back out and up her back again. Going back
down this time I pushed the material down about and inch while
tracing the same path. Wendy was doing the same on her side. Two
more times and most of Meg's bottom was exposed.

With both hands I oiled up and grabbed onto her cheek and
massaged up to her lower back and down to mid thigh. I was
allowing my finger to go deep between her legs and into her
crack. I noticed Wendy was hesitant to go as deep. My wife was
responding by arching her back which spread her crack more. I am
not sure she meant to but her left hand reached to her panty and
pushed it down a little as though to indicate she wanted me to
remove her panties. I took her left side and started to pull it
down.

Wendy did not follow. I think she was not sure she should. I
reached over and took her hand and hooked her fingers under
Megan's right panty band and indicate that she should pull them
down. We slid them off as Meg rose up to accommodate the
maneuver. I now poured oil all over Meg's bare bottom and rubbed
my hand up and down allowing my fingers to penetrate deep into
her crack. I was following the line from her tailbone down to her
pussy and back up again. Each time adding downward pressure.

Again Wendy would follow but not go down into her crack and all
the way down to her pussy. I took her hand and placed my fingers
over hers and traced the path down and up. On the way down I
deliberately pushed Wendy's fingers fully in and slowly traced
over Meg's rear opening and down into her very very wet pussy. We
slid two fingers in and then back up and around her anal opening.
I pushed Wendy's fingers in a little and out again.

Meg responded by spreading her legs a little and fully arching
her back for maximum access. I let Wendy's fingers go then took
my index finger and slid it into her pussy as far as possible. I
pulled it out and did the same with each of  the four fingers on
my right hand. I then rubbed them lightly across Meg's lips. Back
and fourth until she opened them and sucked them into her mouth.
I pushed Wendy's hand down for her to imitate. She finally did
and Meg almost came when Wendy put her first finger into her.

I motioned for Meg to turn over onto her back. Once in place
Wendy poured oil from her shoulders to her knees which we quickly
rubbed in. Meg kept her eyes closed the entire time. I knew Meg
would have milk in her breasts from the excitement. I took hold
of her right breast and started milking it. Tiny jets of milk
squirted out in arches across her body. I collected a little in
my hand and dripped it on Meg's lips. Her tongue quickly licked
it clean. Wendy and I started rubbing Meg down from top to
bottom. Meg grabbed my hand and pushed it to her pussy indicating
she wanted me to finger her. Then she reached out and pulled at
my boxer shorts like I should take them off.

I needed both hands to do this so I again took Wendy's hand and
placed it at Meg's pussy for her to take over. I stood to remove
my robe and shorts. After a couple seconds Meg grabbed Wendy's
hand and directed her first two fingers to slide into and out of
her pussy while her thumb was to massage her clitoris. As soon as
I knelt back down Meg grabbed my hard-on and started stroking it.


With her left hand, Meg was rubbing Wendy's arms and shoulders.
She would reach up and gently pull her hair and massage her face
and slide her fingers in and out of Wendy's mouth. She even
reached for and was playing with Wendy's tits, squeezing her
nipples.

My left hand was massaging Megan's tits and rolling her nipple
through my fingers. I transferred my right hand to Wendy. I
rubbed up her back inside of her top then down and back up her
leg over her bottom. I was starting to work my fingers between
her legs and up. Wendy had spread her legs to accommodate my
advances. I could clearly feel her moisture soaking through her
panties.

Megan moved both hands to her pussy and started pumping her hips
into the air as she came. She makes this squealing noise. Her
back was fully arched and her pussy was way up into the air
pulsing with the waves of pleasure washing over her. After 20
seconds or so she came down and her hands again were split
between Wendy and me.

Now both of my hands were exploring our guest's body. Meg pulled
at Wendy to move closer. She repositioned herself so that she was
on all fours directly over the top of Megan. Her top was hanging
down onto Meg so I started to slide it over Wendy's head. She did
not resist. Now Wendy was on hands and knees directly over my
wife wearing only her panties while both of my hands and one of
Megs were rubbing in every place of Wendy's excited body. I took
the oil and poured a line down the center of her back and began
to rub it in. I quickly found my way under her panties and down
her crack and into her pussy.

My wife was rubbing Wendy's tits and back when I took her hand
and slid it down Wendy's belly and over her pussy. I took two of
her fingers and rubbed around her clitoris and then into her
pussy and out again. I then took her fingers up to Wendy's lips
which she took in and sucked clean. I was running my free hand up
and down her crack and into her pussy and back up again. I used
my index finger to circle her anus and gently pushed in and
withdrew several times. I slid her panties down her legs; she
instinctively raised her knees to allow me to remove them
completely.

Megan resumed her manipulations of Wendy's clitoris and pussy
then pushed my cock back towards the rear of Wendy indicating she
wanted me to move behind her. I repositioned myself and Meg let
go of my painfully hard dick. When she withdrew her hand from my
hard-on there was quite a bit of my precum that had run onto her
fingers. She put this to Wendy's lips and the mess was quickly
cleaned up with her tongue. Megan reached down between Wendy's
legs and took hold of me again.

This time she was rubbing the head of my penis up and down
Wendy's dripping wet pussy. She would rub it side to side across
her clit then up and down her opening. After a couple times my
wife slowly pulled me into her friend's opening. I naturally
started pumping in and out. Slowly at first then faster and
faster. Meg had one hand on my balls and one pulling on Wendy's
nipples. After I was up to speed Meg transferred her hand from my
balls to Wendy's clit and started massaging it. I could not hold
out any longer. Wendy too was ready to come. She started moaning
out loud in time with each stroke. Her back was fully arched and
her eyes squeezed tight.

Just then Meg started chanting "Give it to her. Give it to her"
we both went over the edge. I was holding her hips as tight as I
could while ramming into her as hard as I could. After shooting
into her everything I had, we just stayed motionless, locked in
that position for at least 30 seconds. Then we collapsed onto
Megan while regaining our breaths.

After uncoupling and wiping up. I had the girls lay on their
backs next to each other while I inspected their bodies. I waxed
eloquent about their overwhelming performances. I could not wait
for the next couple of days to unfold.
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