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Lana helps out


I'm Eddie, my wife Lana and I have been happily married for 8 years -
which is why I was completely floored with what she asked me last week.
She had just gone to lunch with her best friend from college, Deb.

Deb had been a true knock-out, a strikingly beautiful blonde with a
firm body that she kept in shape by playing 1-A singles in tennis for
North Carolina, our alma matter. She was also a bitch who never paid me
much attention until Lana and I started dating, and even then she
wasn't exactly what you would call "warm." She always dated other
good-looking, snobbish athletes who ignored me and all of my friends.

Deb had the hottest looking mouth I'd ever seen - full lips and a
smile that showed what seemed like more than the normal amount of
gleaming white teeth. On many occasions as I sat pissed-off over some
prima-donna move she pulled when we were out in a group, I'd just
imagine her giving me the most glorious and thorough blow-job of all
time, a highly successful tactic in making her more tolerable.

Tragedy struck Deb in the winter of our senior year. She was in a car
that lost control on an icy road and she ended up in a wheelchair.
Although it didn't take much away from her attitude, it certainly
took away from her social life. Sure, her friends (like Lana, and
therefore me) stayed by her side, but she never received anywhere near
the same attention from guys.

By the end of senior year she started dating a guy named Tom. He was a
good guy but quiet and never seemed to add much to the group. Even
though the four of us spent some time together from then on, Tom and I
never hung out just the two of us. In fact, I was only friendly with
him on account of Lana and Deb's friendship. Shortly after
graduation, Deb and Tom got married. A year later, Lana and I followed
suit.

So, as I was saying, Lana got back from lunch with Deb last week and
immediately I could tell something was up.

"I have a favor to ask," she said, "and I don't want you to get
mad."

"Well, that's like the kiss of death, saying that. No promises."

Lana sighed. "Deb and Tom are having a tough time," she said.
"And Deb thinks it's because of their sex life."

Being that Deb was paralyzed from the waist down, I had always wondered
what they did for sex and whether or not it was enjoyable. "Just out
of curiosity, what is their sex life?" I asked.

"Well, they can have sex," she said, "It's just hard for Deb,
she gets more enjoyment out of seeing Tom enjoy it. And I guess lately
nobody's been enjoying anything."

"So what's the favor?" I asked. As I said before, I could not
have been more shocked by what my beautiful, loving wife said to me in
reply.

"Well, we think it would be a good idea," my wife started to say,
eyes on the floor, "if I... had sex with Tom..."

"WHAT?!?" I screamed. I had not yelled that loud at my wife in all
the time I'd known her. "Who's 'we'?!?"

"Deb and me. Look, Eddie, it would just be one time..."

"NO!!!"

"...and it's not like I love him or want him, it's just that"

"JUST WHAT?!?"

"...well, you know... this is so embarrassing... it would really help
out their marriage..."

"How in the hell would this help their marriage?"

"Eddie, please!" she said, "They love each other. They really do.
They talk about their problem all the time; it's so upsetting to
them. They're great friends but they just don't have that spark
anymore. This would help them get some excitement back."

"BULLSHIT!!! Did Deb put you up to this or is Tom behind it?"

"Tom doesn't know anything about it. We agreed on this together.
Look, Deb even said she'd... take care of you too... if you
agreed."

I was about to yell out something in response until my brain processed
that last bit of information. My wife's request aside, I thought
about all the times I wanted to make Deb blow me in college to shut her
up. I started to actually consider this.

"So this doesn't have anything to do with us?" I asked.

"No Eddie! Absolutely not! I love you so much. I would never cheat on
you, you know that. This is just helping out two people who are very
special to me."

"I don't know. I'll have to think about this." I said.

That day was torture for me. My thoughts were all over the place. I
recalled a memory from one night at a college party. One of my friends
was really drunk and came up to me and pointed at Lana and said, "I
have never seen an ass that small on a woman with tits that big." And
it was true, too. My wife is fabulously well endowed - the best
comparison is to the British model Lucy Pinder.

So anyway, no sooner had my friend said that then I called to Lana
across the room. I asked her to show us her tits. She smiled and walked
over to us sexily. Lana stood before us and started to lift up her
shirt - getting it up high enough so we could see a few inches of her
bra - before abruptly pulling it back down, saying "no chance."

I remember I was instantly turned on, but it was because I had wanted
my buddy to see her tits - I remember thinking I would tell him to
touch them too. Do I like the thought of sharing my wife? My head was
swimming now with mixed emotions. Our life could be totally different
if we did something like this.

By the time we were lying in bed that night, I still had not made a
decision. I wanted to know the ground rules.

"So this would only be a one time deal, right?" I said.

Although we had not been talking about it, she knew exactly to what I
was referring. "Yes. Well, we figure one night."

"What, like, we pair off and go to different rooms?"

"No, we were thinking more like I'd go over there and Deb would
come here."

"And each spend the night?"

"Yes." She said.

I sighed. There was a long pause. "So then what happens when you get
home? What's that going to be like?" I asked.

"Eddie," she said, "I'm sorry. This was a stupid idea. I should
never have..."

"Will you tell me all the details?" I asked

"W-w-would you want to know all the details?" my wife perked up.

"Yes. Every last one."

"Oh, Eddie!" she said, happily, and rolled over on top of me.

******

Lana assumed all the arrangements. I agreed to all of this on Sunday
night, and by noon Monday she had everything set up for that Friday.
Throughout the week she kept saying things like, "aren't you
excited for our dates? Isn't this going to be fun?" And it really
fucked with me. In some respects I wanted it less because she was so
excited, but again there was that odd sense that it was turning me on
at the same time. I tried to fuck her on several occasions just
thinking about it, but she and Deb had decided that the men were not to
have sex or masturbate all week.

I'm usually home from work before my wife, but of course that Friday
I'd gotten hung up in the office and didn't get home until 6:30. I
found my wife putting the finishing touches on her make-up in our
bathroom. She was wearing a mid-length black leather skirt (which I had
never seen before), a tight white tank top with the neck cut low enough
to show cleavage, and black high-heels.

"You got ready quickly," I said.

"Oh, hi," she said. "I took off a little early from work to get
ready. Whitney (our babysitter) called and said she's running a
little late, but I said I'd be there at 7:00 so I should really get
going. She's taking the kids for the night so you won't have
anything to worry about."

"Great," I said.

My wife picked up her leather jacket off the bed, gave me a quick kiss
as she walked by and said, "Now remember, you don't have to tell me
anything that you do. At all. So relax and have some fun."

She headed downstairs, where the kids were watching TV, and I heard her
say, "Mommy's going out to a party tonight but Daddy will be here
with you for a little while and maybe Aunt Deb will stop by. Then
you're going to have a sleep over at Whitney's." This brought
cheers from the children. "Give Mommy a kiss. I love you very much.
Bye-bye."

******

To make a long story a little shorter, Deb's visit was nothing short of
a disaster. I didn't know what to do with her, she didn't seem to be
into it, and when I finally got pissed off and tried to fuck her ass
she screamed bloody murder and it just about ended the night. If you
really want to know the details, drop me a line and I'll fill you in.
But it isn't pleasant.

Deb woke me up at 6am the next morning. She was already in her
wheelchair and needed help getting it downstairs. Apparently she had
wheelchair tennis that morning. So I helped her get downstairs, made
her some coffee, then saw her out the door and went back to bed. Only I
couldn't get back to sleep. I kept thinking about Lana and what
happened and when she was coming home.

******

It was 2:30 in the afternoon when Lana finally pulled in the driveway.
She obviously hadn't brought toiletries with her, as she looked
completely unkempt. As she got out of the car and approached the house
she appeared to be walking funny as if she twisted her ankle. The kids
had been home for hours and I didn't particularly want them to see
her in that state so I went down to open the door and quickly get her
upstairs.

"How'd it go?" I asked.

"OK," she said, kissing me on the cheek. "How about you?"

"Fine," I said, "why don't we just go upstairs first and..."

"Let me just say hi to the kids first" she said, walking into the
TV room. "Hey there! How was your sleepover?"

As my wife bent over the couch to talk to the kids, I noticed that she
kept pulling at her skirt around her ass, as if it were causing her
discomfort. She ran her hand up and down the back of it, so I assumed
it was bunched or something and that was why she was walking funny.

My daughter was telling Lana about the sleepover when I noticed it. At
first I wasn't sure what it was, but sure enough, there was semen
running down the back of my wife's leg. Her hand went from pulling at
the skirt to quickly scooping it up. Without missing a beat listening
to her children, she looked at it, saw she had no where to wipe it, and
slurped it in her mouth.

"That sounds like so much fun," Lana said, "You'll have to tell
me more about it later. I'm going to go get clean - can I have
kisses?" She kissed our children on the couch and went upstairs to
our bedroom.

I followed right behind her into the bedroom and closed the door. My
heart was pounding. "Are you OK, you're walking funny." I asked.

"Yeah, fine," she said, looking for a towel in the closet, "do
you mind if I shower first?"

"No! I mean, yes, I mind. I want to hear how it went."

"OK," Lana sighed, and sat down on the rocking chair next to our
bed. She was still fidgeting with her skirt. "All the details?"

"All the details."

"All right, well, I got to their condo around 7:30. Deb had already
left. Tom opened the door and led me in. He said I looked amazing, and
we started hugging. We stood there for about 5 minutes, just holding
each other, hands running across each other's backs. I wasn't sure
how we were supposed to proceed, or what was supposed to happen next,
so I figured he was a little shy so I should make the first move.

"I pulled back a little, looked him in the eye, and slowly knelt down
in front of him. I could feel him trembling as I unfastened his belt
and unzipped his pants. Still looking him in the eye, I pulled his
penis out from his pants. He was incredibly hard; it was like holding a
brick. It was very red, too, and vein-y. I felt bad for him; he must
have been so frustrated for it to be that hard. I thought maybe I'd
warm him up with just a little oral sex to start, you know, rather than
just jump right into it. I figured the more he enjoyed, the more then
he and Deb could get more out if it. You're not mad, are you?"

"No." I said, after clearing my throat. My heart was still beating
extremely hard. I could now feel the pulse all the way down into my
neck.

"So anyway," Lana continued, "I put his penis in my mouth, and
just did all the things I know you like: sucking hard, licking
underneath, rubbing it on my face a little. I know you hate when I use
too much hand so I put one hand around his ass for balance and just
kind of reached up and massaged his balls with the other. At one point
a hair from his scrotum got caught in the zipper, and he winced a
little in pain, so I kissed it and just sort of rolled his testicles
around in my mouth for a while.

"Well, I went back to sucking on his penis and massaging his balls. I
wanted to finish warming him up by going all the way down, doing that
licking thing that you like, but he must have been so pent-up that he
just started ejaculating into my mouth. There was so much of it and it
was so thick that I thought I would gag, but I remembered how you told
me that guys prefer it when women keep sucking until it's done and
then swallow, so I kept going. When he was done I took it out slowly,
letting my tongue trail along the underside to catch anything that was
left, and a little trail of semen got flicked off onto my cheek. I used
the back of my hand to push it in my mouth, and I swallowed
everything."

I had to interrupt here. "You haven't swallowed for me in years!"


"Eddie, I know, I'm sorry, it's just that I remembered what you
said about swallowing and well, I figured since he just had that orgasm
that if I didn't he might not be turned on anymore and wouldn't be
able to perform, you know, sexually later, which is the reason we were
doing all of this."

"Whatever." I said. "Keep going."

Lana continued on: "So Tom said, 'Wow - that was unbelievable! I
can't believe you swallowed all of that.' I didn't want my
response to turn him off, so I just said 'Mmm... I loved it! It was
so thick and good, I wished there was more!' 'Well,' he said,
'maybe we can arrange for that later, but right now I need to sit
down.'

"So we sat down on the little bench just inside their foyer and tried
to figure out what we should do from there. Tom surprised me by asking
if I'd eaten, saying he hadn't yet and if I wanted to he knew a
great little place we could walk to. I almost felt like I was failing
Tom and Deb, like I wasn't attractive enough for Tom to help them
because he wanted to go out, but I figured maybe Tom needed to recover
a bit so I agreed to go.

"So I hadn't even made it past their foyer and I was already
heading back out. Tom was quite the gentleman on the walk over, we held
hands and talked. We ended up at this cute little Italian place a few
blocks away and sat down in a circular booth. The waiter took our order
quickly but the food took a while. To pass the time we held hands under
the table and rubbed each other's knees. Our conversation was really
nice too, but I wanted to make sure he was still 'into it', so I
very gently started stroking the crotch of his pants. He was very hard,
so I kept lightly rubbing and squeezing so he wouldn't lose interest.


"I guess he was getting bored because Tom decided to be a little
Naughty Ned. He took an ice cube from his glass and slowly put it
outside my shirt, against my nipple - the one closest to him. I looked
around because I didn't want anyone to notice, and that's when I saw
the McFarland's ..."

"Bob and Tina were there? Whitney's parents?" I said, "You
should have left!"

"I know, I thought about that," she said, "but you know, we'd
already ordered and if I started acting funny it might have ruined the
whole thing for Tom and Deb..."

"Fuck!" I said. "What are they going to think!?! Bob asked me to
play golf today and I said had to be home for Goddamned family day!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I don't think he noticed. Really. I'm
pretty sure. Well, I mean, they were looking at us, occasionally, and I
think Bob said something to Tina because she had her back to us and
when she turned around and saw me looking at her she turned back
quickly. So I just put my leather jacket back on.

"You mean you didn't stop him? In a restaurant?"

"No, it was OK, really. He just slid his hand up inside the jacket a
little. He kept putting the ice cube on my nipple, then rubbing it with
his thumb. He'd pull the jacket to the side a little every once in a
while to look at it. You should have seen it, even through the shirt it
was so hard and long. He was making it really sensitive.

"He reached across my chest to do it to the other nipple, but I
thought that looked too suspicious so I only let him do it for a minute
or two. He went back to the first nipple and then one time pulled the
jacket aside when the waiter came by so he could get a look too. You
should have seen his face. But I'm pretty sure he put it back before
Bob or Tina could see what was going on.

"He quit doing it when our food came. While we ate Tom was being very
nice and caressed my fingers and occasionally touched my face. I
thought Bob and Tina may have noticed that so I put his hand below the
table. He must have thought that was a signal that I wasn't
interested anymore because he put his hand on my knee and then started
sliding it up under my skirt.

"I told him he didn't have to do it, but he just winked at me and
started caressing me outside my panties. I didn't want to draw
attention to it, so I tried to keep on eating. But Tom must have
thought he was losing my interest, because he slid a finger under the
panties and along my... pussy. Are you OK?"

It was strange for me to hear my wife say the word "pussy." Of
course I'd heard her say it before, but mostly in college. Nowadays
she would use euphemisms for it, like "down there." Now she was
talking about it being fondled by a friend of ours. "Fine," I said,
"keep going."

"Well, he caressed the lips and up onto my clit. It felt electric. I
was still trying not to act suspiciously, but he asked me to take off
my panties for him. I could've said no, but I thought that if I
turned him down now maybe things wouldn't work out. So without
drawing attention to myself, I slid them off. He asked me to put them
on the table, so I did. He let them sit there for a few minutes - the
waiter even noticed them when he came by to refill our water - before
he put them in his back pocket. Then we finished eating, he with one
hand fondling my pussy and me with one hand caressing his bulge."

"Now wait a minute, wait a minute!" I yelled. "This was not part
of the deal! You were supposed to sleep with him one time, not whore
yourself in a local restaurant! What the fuck!"

"Please don't be mad, please," she said. "I thought so too. I
didn't know any of this was going to happen. I didn't want to mess
this up for either of them. Should I stop?"

"Not now, no." I said. I realized I was having a problem with this,
but I decided to shut up and just let her finish.

"OK. So, we finish eating, and I am getting really close to coming
from his finger. He is all worked up too, and breathing hard. He leaves
the money on the table and we go - I think Bob may have seen us
holding hands but probably not any of what happened under the table.
Bob looked at us strangely as we were walking out, almost as if he
needed to say something. Tom was in a hurry to get back so we took a
cab.

"We got in and Tom gave the address. I leaned over to give him a
little peck on the cheek for dinner, and the next thing I know we're
just totally necking. He's pawing at my tit and I'm rubbing the
bulge in his pants. I don't think the cabbie noticed us except for
when I hit his head with my heel - Tom wanted to finger fuck me so I
put my leg up to give him better access. God, he fingered me so hard.
You could hear it too, it sounded like wet clothes slapping the floor
each time he jammed his fingers in. Of course I didn't think this was
appropriate behavior, but I figured if this was what it would take to
get him in the mood, I'd do it.

"The cabbie must have understood Tom's situation, because he
didn't charge us for the trip. When we got back to their apartment
building, Tom suggested we go up to the roof deck since it was such a
pretty night.

"We did, and it was a beautiful night. I walked over to the railing
and just admired the view. Tom came up behind me, put his arms around
me and smelled my hair. I could feel his hardness pressing into my ass.
With my back to him, he started to feel me up, under my shirt this
time. I pushed back on him for a second to unclasp the bra, and then
let him continue. My shirt was kind of tight and he asked me to take it
off. I was a bit worried that someone would come up to the roof, so I
bargained him into letting me take the shirt off if I could put my
leather jacket back on.

"I must say that when I got the shirt off, the night air felt great
on my body. I don't remember the last time I was topless outside, but
it felt liberating. Tom pulled the bra off my arms and twirled it on
his fingers. A breeze must have come up or something because it flew
away and landed on a tree branch below us. We both laughed because it
looked so funny there in the tree. Tom joked that the huge cups would
make a great nest for the birds.

"Then we kissed a little more, and Tom bent down to lick and suck on
my tits. He paid a lot of attention to them, but I thought I heard a
noise like maybe someone was watching from the behind the roof door, so
I put my leather jacket back on.

"With both my bra and panties gone now and my shirt on the floor, I
was naked except for my leather skirt and jacket - and heels of
course. Tom turned me around and I leaned against the railing again. I
put my arms back around his head and he continued to feel me up. It was
such a strange sensation to be felt up like that, outdoors, while
looking down his street. Anyone down there could have seen.

"He reaches down with one hand and unzips his pants. Then he lifts up
the back of my skirt and I reach down and together we guide his cock up
inside me. It was so... filling, so wonderful. He put his other hand
back on my tit and started fucking me right up against the railing. I
tried to keep my arms behind his head the whole time, but he started
fucking me so hard that I had to hold on to the railing for support. I
don't know how Tom managed, but he held on to both my tits the entire
time.

"I came first. It was the strangest orgasm I've ever had. It must
have been the combination of senses: the smell of the night, the fresh
air on my chest and up my skirt, Tom's hands on my tits and his cock
up inside me. It lasted for minutes. It was one long, fulfilling
convulsion. He must have found my G spot.

"Anyway, I started encouraging him on. I told him to fuck me hard,
that he felt so fucking great, to never stop, to cum in me, that kind
of thing. He loved it - he squeezed me in close, grunted and shot his
load up inside me. He held me for a few minutes as we both came down. I
stretched my arms up and back behind him again to savor the night air
on my body one last time. He turned me around and we kissed. Then I
picked up my shirt and we headed back to the door.

"When we opened the door there were two young guys sitting at the top
of the stairs, smoking. One said to Tom, 'Yo.' Tom didn't look
like he knew them and just said 'Hey guys.' The other guy said
'Play-ah!' as we were walking by. I thought I did a good enough job
closing the jacket around my boobs as we walked by, but when got down
another flight I heard one of the guys say, 'Man, that chick had the
BIGGEST tits!'

"Tom suggested we watch a movie in bed. That sounded fine to me. We
finished getting undressed - I didn't have that far to go - and got
in bed. We cuddled for a while but were both kind of exhausted, so we
fell asleep in each other's arms with the TV on. We didn't have sex
during the night; there was some random stroking and petting but that
was about it.

"I woke up late with my arms around Tom and my head on his chest. I
noticed that he had a morning erection, so I lightly ran my fingers
over it. I could tell he was enjoying it, sleeping or not, so I took
his cock in my hand and gently stroked him up and down.

"'God that feels great,' he said. I said, 'Mmmm... I thought
you'd like it.' I rubbed it teasingly for a few minutes. Then I
said, 'so do you think this is going to help you and Deb?'"

"Tom said, 'hell yeah. I'm going to be thinking about this the next
time I fuck her. And then some.'"

"I said, 'what does that mean?'"

"He said, 'What do you think? When I'm doing what you're doing now.
Only to myself. What about you?'"

"I thought I should tell him what he wanted to hear so I said, 'I'm
so glad you said that, I'll be doing the same thinking about you.'"

"So then he asked if I'd ever done it in front of someone else, and I
told him of course I hadn't. He said he and Deb used to do it and
that it was a huge turn on. I asked him if he wanted to masturbate for
me. He said he'd only do it if I did it too. It was silly and
awkward, but the idea kind of turned me on.

"So I turned and sat up. I looked him directly in the eye and placed
my hands on my shoulders, and caressed my skin down to my breasts. I
stopped and pulled on my nipples, then slowly lowered my right hand
down, tracing my fingernail across my abdomen, swirling it in my pubic
hair, and then down into my slit. My left hand played with my tits.

"Tom said, 'Oh my god" and knelt in front of me, stroking his
cock.

"The eye contact was so erotic. We kept it the whole time. I was
amazed at how hard he ravaged his cock - I understand now where the
terms 'jerking and beating off' come from. And he was doing it all for
me. I picked up my pace and tried to match his sexual intensity. I
dipped my left hand down and stuck two fingers into my pussy, brought
the wetness back up to my nipple, and rubbed it in. I did it again and
used four fingers - it was a little harder to do but worth the reward
in nectar, and this time I licked it off my fingers, sucking on each
one. 'God, I taste great' I said.

"Tom cupped his balls with his free hand. I suspected he was close to
coming because he started tugging on his nuts really hard. Just seeing
that brought about my orgasm. When I felt the release come on, I
finished licking my fingers and let my left hand pull on my nipple as I
got off with my right hand. I shouted a little, and was momentarily
embarrassed that I had just molested myself in front of another person.
But Tom didn't leave me hanging and immediately shot a load all over
my face and tits. I licked a little off my face and said teasingly,
'I taste better.' Tom said I was unbelievable and collapsed on the
bed.

"We finally got up to take showers, but Tom made some comment about
conserving water, and I said he just wanted to shower with me. Which he
did. It was weird stepping into the shower with a naked man who
wasn't you - I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and I had
his  cum all over me. After we soaped and rinsed he suggested dual
tongue-baths. We each had to clean every inch of the other person using
only our tongues. I went first. It wasn't so hard except for the
bottoms of his feet and in between his toes. The hair on his head was a
little difficult too, and he kept making me do his asshole again,
saying I missed a spot. Tom did a good job on me although I told him my
ass and tits were clean enough already - he must have spent 30 minutes
on them. So much for conserving water.

"When we got out, he offered to make me breakfast and coffee if I
stayed, so I just couldn't refuse. I started to get dressed but Tom
said it would be more fun to have breakfast naked, so I went along with
it. I followed him to the kitchen to see if I could help with anything.
He got out all the ingredients to make omelets and then realized he
didn't have any coffee. He asked me to make breakfast and he would
run to the corner store and get coffee. He dressed and left.

"As I was making the omelets, the roll of paper towels ran out, so I
went to the cupboard to get more. Tom must not have looked in there
because there were two cans of coffee grounds. Oh well. As I was
finishing, Tom came home and turned on the TV, so I served him his
breakfast out there. Even though I was still naked, he didn't get
undressed to eat. We watched Sportscenter, and he had me sit on his lap
while we ate. When we finished eating I said, 'Someone's not being
fair... keeping all his clothes on.'

"Tom said, 'when the commercial comes on, why don't you clear the
plates and I'll take my clothes off.' In the meantime, he put an
arm around me and fondled my tits with one hand while he waved his
other hand and spoke passionately about the demise of the Braves'
pitching staff."

"When the commercial came on, I cleared the plates and came back to a
naked Tom. I stood in front of the TV but he said to hang on a sec, he
wanted to see if the Mets lost last night. I was worried that if his
mind wasn't on sex, I would have failed both he and Deb. So I knelt
down in front of him and took his cock in my mouth. I knew I had his
attention again when the moans were no longer about National league
scores, but my tongue on his cock.

"Without turning off the TV, he lifted me up onto the couch and laid
on top of me. We lovingly kissed for several minutes - sucking on
each other's tongues and lips. Tom pulled away and said, 'I love
you so much Lana.' I knew I wasn't in love with Tom, but I did love
him as a person and didn't want to take him out of the mood by saying
the wrong thing, so I said, 'God I love you too, Tom. Please make
love to me. Now.'"

"Tom told me to put him in, so I took his cock in my hand, stroked it
gently, and guided it into my pussy. He laid down on me and we made
love softly and slowly, kissing and caressing each other. Suddenly the
front door opened - it was right across from us - and Deb rolled
in.

"'Thomas!' She yelled, 'Don't fuck her with the TV on!!!' Deb
dropped her tennis bag, grabbed the remote and turned off the TV. It
was momentarily awkward, but Tom didn't miss a beat and kept fucking
me. 'Did you two have fun?' she asked.

"We didn't answer in words so much as moan our contentment. Deb
wheeled over to the couch, apparently to get a better view. Tom got up
and started stacking some cushions on the floor. He knelt on them with
one knee and put the other leg out on the floor. He grabbed my legs and
rotated my pelvis towards him. 'Hey honey, give me a hand here, would
ya?' he said. Deb reached over and grabbed his cock, then stuffed it
into my pussy. Her hand made incidental contact with me, down there. I
was surprised she didn't find that repulsive - we always freaked
out about the lesbians on her tennis teams.

"As Deb took in the sight of her husband fucking me, she said,
'Lana, you look so beautiful naked.' She cradled my head and played
with my hair as Tom fucked me. She shouted words of encouragement,
telling him to fuck me hard, to make me  cum, that kind of thing. Tom
was really whaling away on me now. It was taking him awhile to get his
fourth orgasm in less than a day. Deb was still playing with my hair
with her left hand when she slid her right hand down to my cheek. She
was still urging Tom on, but started giving me little peck kisses on
the cheek. The multiple sensations did it to me again. I started
bucking, and when Deb realized I was at the point of no return, she
slid her right hand down to my tit and began playing with it.

"'Yeah, come on Lana, do it, yeah...' she said as she tweaked my
nipple."

"I came harder than I ever have in my life. I screamed. I thrashed. I
clawed at the couch. When I was done I couldn't move. Deb kept
massaging my boob and planting little kisses on my forehead. That's
when I thought of you.

"'I wish Eddie were here,' I said, 'it's too bad it's just
the three of us. I wonder what he'd be doing.'

"Deb mentioned that you were interested in anal sex with her but she
was unable to accommodate you. She suggested that maybe Tom and I do
it, that way I could at least go home with an anal story for you. I was
a little worried about it - I only had anal sex those two times with
you in college and it really hurt - but I figured I would do it for
you.

"So Tom flipped me over on the couch so I was on all fours. Deb got
some Vaseline and rolled up behind me to apply it. She smeared it up
and down my ass crack but I could tell she was very careful not to
touch my pussy. I was surprised when she worked one finger in my ass
and then a few more, but she no doubt wanted to make sure I was
properly lubed. When she was satisfied, she told Tom to go gently on
me.

"Gentle or not, it hurt like hell. Deb could tell the pain was bad,
so she told me 'this would take my mind off it, and she took off her
shirt. I tried to be polite and tell her that her breasts looked nice,
but I couldn't really get the words out - Tom's cock was stretching
out my asshole - I was sure I was bleeding. It felt strangely good to
have his cock up in there, but the damage to my sphincter was something
else. I shrieked in pain.

"Deb said, 'shh... come here' and started kissing me. At first I
thought it was just a supportive peck, but she opened her mouth and
sucked on my lips. I think the fact that she's so beautiful and that
I was starting to enjoy the cock up my ass turned me on again. I kissed
her back gently at first, with no tongue. Then I opened a little bit
and we gently touched the tips of our tongues - savoring our first
girl-girl tongue contact. Then we explored a little. Finally we kissed
like long lost lovers, reunited after many years. I threw my ass back
viciously against Tom's cock.

"Deb broke the kiss and swung her head down under my arms and kissed
and sucked on my dangling tits. It felt so amazing to have my tits
sucked while I was being penetrated. Tom moaned and continued to pound
away, trying to grind out one last orgasm. The ass fucking started to
feel really good.

"My tits were too big or too much for Deb. I heard her muffled
pleasure on them as she struggled to get both hands around one and
stuff the other as far as she could in her mouth. She was really good
at it - her tongue felt great. Finally I asked to have hers. She
reluctantly removed herself from my tits, then lifted herself up in
front of my face. I found that if I leaned against the couch for
support I could get one arm free. It was strange fondling and sucking
another woman's breasts, but I kind of liked it. I bit and sucked on
her nipple, and licked all around and under the swell and from tit to
tit.

"Unfortunately Deb couldn't hold herself up any longer, so we went
back to kissing. I still used my free hand to fondle her breasts; she
used both of her hands on mine. When I felt Tom tense up and his seed
start to leak into my ass, I had what I can only call a 'body
orgasm.' It wasn't really vaginal at all, but the sexual contact
all over me gave me a huge, wonderful release. Tom grunted and slammed
his cock all the way in me as he came once again.

"Tom was covered in sweat and out of breath. He plopped down in the
easy chair next to the couch. Deb and I broke our kiss momentarily
while I wiped the  cum off my ass and sat down next to her. We started
kissing again and gently fondling each other's tits. Tom watched us
for two minutes or so and got up, saying 'OK, lovebirds, I need a
nap.

"Deb and I sat there kissing and occasionally giggling for another
five minutes at least. And we were no longer groping, just lightly
caressing and exploring each other's breasts. Deb whispered to me,
quite naughtily, 'Do you want one more little cum before you go? I
nodded my head. She traced a finger down my chin, over my nipple and
down to my pussy. She found my clit immediately and made small, light
circles on it. I purred and pulled her in close for a deep soul-kiss.
She slowly but expertly worked me up. A few minutes later, that's how
I came - with my tongue in my best friend's mouth, hands on each
other's tits, her finger between my legs, and me naked in her living
room.

"Even after I came, we didn't want to stop kissing. But I knew I
had to get home and tell you what happened. I got dressed, minus my bra
(in the tree) and my panties (couldn't find them - not even in
Tom's pockets). I gave Deb one last goodbye kiss and we winked at
each other."

*****

I was furious. At least I think it was anger. It was close to anger,
but it wasn't an emotion I was entirely familiar with. "Is that
all?" I asked. "You didn't go back and try to fuck the guys in
the stairway or anything?"

"Honey," Lana said, "don't be mad. You and I both had a good
time and I think we really helped out our friends."

"It sounds like you helped a little more."

"Well, we didn't really know the ground rules. Now we'll know
them for next time."

"Next time! Who said anything about next time?" I wanted to be
pissed but my cock was coming back to life.

"Nobody! Just, you know, if they need help again, I'm sure they
would ask us. But it would totally be up to you," she said.

"Well, speaking of something being up... how about if we..." I
moved in on her. I wanted sex, bad.

"Eddie," she said, "I can't right now. I'm so sore. Maybe
later." With that, she headed off to the shower.

"Fucking great." I thought. This couldn't have gone any worse.

Just then the phone rang.

"Hello?" I said.

"Hi, Ed? This is Bob McFarland... hey I hope family day is going
well, sorry about golf. Listen, we saw your wife last night at the
restaurant. Anyway, uh, her friend dropped something of hers from his
back pocket when they left. We just wanted to return it to her... is
she around?"

I couldn't answer.

"Listen... uh, if she isn't, Tina and I could stop by another time.
We kinda wanted to talk to her. You see, we've been having some
problems with our marriage..."


*****


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