I Gave Sex Lessons to a Neighbor - Part 2
written by:
Jillbaby

I Gave Sex Lessons to a Neighbor - Part 2

Copyright - 2011 - by Jillbaby

WARNING: To understand this story, you must read the first part - "I Gave Sex Lessons to a Neighbor" - posted July 5.

The three of us were motionless, like statues, as Julie gaped at the naked bodies of me and her husband Steve. He was on his knees holding his erection and I was sprawled back on the sofa with my legs spread, his cum leaking from my pussy.

"Julie, it's not . . . it's not what it seems . . ." I started.

Then my voice tailed off as I realized just how stupid that sounded and I gazed at Julie's stricken face in silence.

"What the . . . what the hell have you two been . . . How could you Steve? . . . And you Jill?"

Julie faltered to a standstill as she tried to come to terms with what she had discovered. She shook her head unbelievingly, burst into tears and fled. We heard my door bang shut and a few seconds later, the door to her flat followed suit.

"Oh my God!" Steve groaned, "What have I done to my marriage? This is all your fault Jill!" he accused, as he hurriedly pulled on his clothes.

Although my heart was pounding from the shock, I somehow remained calm and tried to think. Fair enough, I conceded - I had created this situation. However, the sexual problems in their marriage weren't my fault and they had asked for my help.

Fuck it! I decided to stick to my guns and see it through. They had to face the facts and make up their minds what it was they wanted from each other sexually.

"You stay here," I told the panic-stricken Steve. "I'll go and talk to her. Give me your key in case she doesn't answer the door."

Obviously relieved at not having to face his wife, Steve meekly handed me his key. I put on my kimono over my nakedness and, barefoot, headed for next-door. I was going to ring the bell, but decided to use the key.

"Julie, it's me," I called as I walked into the living room.

She was sitting on the sofa, her head in her hands and looked up with a startled expression on her tear-stained face.

"What do you want?" she snarled.

I held up my hands defensively, as I walked towards her

"Julie, please hear me out . . . I want to explain what happened . . . I was really doing it for you."

She snorted in disbelief,

"Oh I see; you fucked my husband just to please me?"

I sat down beside her and started to explain what had happened. I stressed to her that I had no need or desire to go to Steve for sex and that I could get all I wanted from my boyfriend or elsewhere for that matter. When she still looked unconvinced, I took the same firm approach as I had used earlier with Steve.

"Now look here, Julie, do you want help with your sex life or not? You came to me remember, and strange as it may seem, I'm doing my damned best for you. I was trying to explain to your husband the kind of things he should be doing to please you and things just went a bit too far."

She still looked unconvinced, so I continued,

"Don't forget that when I kissed you earlier, I was trying to help you to come to terms with his fantasy of seeing two women making love to each other."

Her cheeks colored at the reminder, and she looked at me hopefully, as if wanting to believe me.

"You both just need to be less uptight with each other about sex . . . and that applies particularly to you Julie. Now you can remain my friend or not . . . that's up to you . . . but I've shown Steve some things that you will enjoy if you'll only let him. I'm going now, and when he comes in, take him to bed and let him make love to you without any hang-ups. Be honest with each other about what you both want."

I got to my feet and when she gazed up at me uncertainly, I continued,

"If you still want to be friends, come around for morning coffee next Saturday. I'm working away from home for the rest of the week. If you don't want to . . . then fair enough and I wish you both good luck."

With those final words, I left. When I entered my own flat, Steve was standing by the door looking worried. I spelled out to him what I had said to Julie and told him to go to her and give her a good fucking the way I had shown him.

"It's down to you," I told him bluntly. "Be a man; go and sort it out with her. Tell her how much you love her and give her a lovely orgasm."

The young man blinked nervously,

"Thanks Jill, I'll do my best."

I closed the door behind him. It was well after midnight, but fortunately I wasn't due at the studio until mid-afternoon of the next day. We were doing a film shoot on the coast and I would be staying in a hotel for the next four nights. I was mentally and physically weary, and deciding to shower in the morning, I collapsed into bed.

As I reflected on the evening's events, I instinctively touched my pussy where traces of Steve's semen were leaking. I marveled at the amazing situations I get myself into. But it had been very unusual even by my standards - trying to seduce a woman and then fucking her husband less than an hour later. As I drifted off to sleep, I comforted myself with the thought that at least I had eventually enjoyed a great orgasm.

I arrived back at my flat late on the following Friday evening. I had occasionally thought about Steve and Julie, and - as I passed their door, I wondered if they would still want to be friends with me, and about how their sex life was shaping.

Next morning, I had almost forgotten about them as I awaited a phone call from my boyfriend Craig. When the doorbell rang, I thought that it might be him arriving unexpectedly, but it was Julie. She smiled nervously as I invited her in, and I was curious to know what she would have to say.

She was dressed in her usual tight-fitting pants and a snug top, both of which showed off her lovely curves and big breasts. Again, I was amazed at the contrast between the revealing clothes she wore and her modest approach to sex. I guessed that her husband talked her into buying them.

As I showed her into the living room, she seemed unsure of how to begin.

"Would you like a coffee?" I asked.

"I'd love one," she replied and followed me into the kitchen as I put on the kettle.

"Jill . . ." she started and then paused uncertainly.

I thought that she looked happy, so to help her, I cut to the chase,

"How's your sex life been since I last saw you?" I asked with a smile.

That opened the floodgates and she started to talk non-stop.

"Oh Jill - I really want to thank you for what you've done for us . . . the sex has really been great . . ."

She blushed,

"I've been having loads of orgasms . . . it's been just great," she repeated as if unable to believe it. "He's been arousing me by stroking and sucking my pussy and clit and seems to love tasting me and making me cum."

When we sat down, she continued to thank me for helping. She explained that after I had left her on that dramatic night, she and Steve had a good long talk. They ended up in bed for a marathon fuck which included Steve going down on her for the first time.

"That's great news, Julie. How about you; did you suck his cock?"

She looked away,

"No . . . no, I couldn't . . . I still can't . . . I don't know why . . . but I just can't."

Then, abruptly changing the subject, she invited me for a drink and supper with her and Steve, that evening. I was free as I wasn't due to meet Craig, but I was surprised that he wasn't invited. I decided not to query it and assumed that they wanted to give me a little personal thank-you meal for helping them.

I didn't want to dress casually, in case they had dressed-up for the evening. However, it would be the first time I had seen Steve since we had fucked, and I didn't want to appear to be dressing seductively. I settled on a moss green sweater which suits my reddish-brown hair. The quality mohair wool has sufficient stretch to outline my bra-less breasts without crudely revealing the nipples, and to support them as they swung, with my movements.

My straight black cashmere skirt hugged my hips and ass without being too slutty and was a bit longer than mid-thigh. I slipped on a white thong and black pumps, and I was ready to apply some lip-gloss, a touch of pale blue eye shadow and a splash of floral scent.

When Julie greeted me, I found that I had guessed correctly about the way she would dress. As I said, she normally liked to wear casual clothes at home. Tonight she looked stunning. She was wearing a bright red leather mini-skirt which barely covered her rounded ass. Her black button-up top was sleeveless and tight fitting as usual.

But what shook me was that the outlines of her nipples told me that, for the first time since I knew her, she wasn't wearing a bra. In fact, from the way they were peaked, it seemed as if she was excited. Shiny, sheer, stockings in high-heeled red shoes completed her outfit and I felt dowdy in comparison.

Steve looked smart as usual in his black silk shirt and matching designer jeans. I was relieved that he didn't look embarrassed as he greeted me, and he seemed relaxed.

We chatted easily as he poured us drinks while Julie fetched the food from the kitchen, but somehow I sensed an air of excitement. Were they going to give me a detailed account of their lovemaking, I wondered gloomily, as I knocked back my vodka. There was nothing to hear that would be new to me.

Everything seemed back to normal as we enjoyed the meal and the wine, which kept flowing. But I did sense some urgency in the couple as if they were in a hurry. When we had finished, I offered to help with the washing up but Julie insisted that she would leave everything until the morning and ushered me to sit on the sofa beside her.

"We have a surprise for you," she beamed as Steve fiddled with the hi-fi.

He sat on an armchair and used the remote control. To my utter amazement, a porn DVD appeared on the screen. Seeing my surprise, Julie proudly announced that Steve had bought it for them.

"You see . . . we have taken your advice," Julie slurred tipsily. "And we're enjoying the porn," she added as if claiming a great achievement.

Her eyes had a wild glint and her mini-skirt had slid way back on her long shapely legs to reveal her stocking tops. She had also undone two buttons of her top.

What a remarkable transformation from the sexually inhibited Julie, I thought, as my eyes went back to the screen. It showed a classic naked threesome session: two women were in the sixty-nine position while the man was kneeling over the back of the top woman and fucking her.

I glanced across at Steve who was fondling a bulge in his pants. When he saw me looking, he gave me a knowing grin,

"Shall I tell her, Julie?" he asked his wife.

Julie nodded and Steve stared at me, suddenly ignoring the porn and his voice rising excitedly,

"She has agreed to have a threesome, Jill . . . but she will only do it with you. Will you . . . will you help?"

Totally surprised I struggled to react,

"Hell . . . I don't know . . . women aren't really my scene," I protested weakly, but suddenly feeling very turned on at the thought of enjoying Steve's young cock again.

"Oh come on Jill, she told me about you sucking her boobs."

I looked at Julie. She seemed embarrassed and her eyes were fixed on the screen as if she wasn't hearing what was going on. She made no attempt to push down her skirt however and it was practically around her waist, revealing bands of creamy flesh above her lace stocking tops. I suddenly felt that this time I was the one being seduced.

I sat still, feeling awkward and not sure what to do. Then Julie turned and looked at me appealingly. Her eyes were wide and her expression was a very touching mixture of apprehension and hope. She looked so vulnerable in her attempt at playing the vamp that my heart melted.

The next thing I knew, my lips were brushing hers. Instinctively she opened them and the kiss became hot and wet. When my tongue slipped into her warm mouth, she hesitated and then sucked it gently, and I felt a thrill all the way down my spine. It was the first time I had noticed her using scent and it was a bit heavy and cloying for my taste, although with a definite erotic tang. I wondered if she had bought it especially for the occasion.

Julie was trembling and I realized what an important step she was taking - her first sex with a woman. My instincts told me that although her mind would be telling her this was wrong; her body was saying something else. She seemed torn between nervousness and the sensations going through her body.

Then my hand was on her breast. I squeezed and stroked the round nipple and it immediately revealed her arousal by rising hard against my fingers through the thin top. While we continued kissing, I started undoing her buttons and used my other hand to move hers to one of my breasts.

Her fingers were motionless at first and then they started to squeeze and explore. With a quick movement, I broke away for the few seconds it took to whip my top over my head and return her soft, warm hand where it had been. As my nipple rose under her gentle touch, I thought back to the first time I had stroked another woman's breast, and my surprise at how different if felt from touching my own. I knew she would be experiencing that too.

I undid the last button and her top fell open. Once again, I gazed at her big beautifully formed breasts. Without her bra, they hung forward slightly as if waiting to be handled. Some people joke about men's obsession with breasts, but I have always understood it. There is just something so erotic in their appearance and feel, and they can give so much pleasure to the woman when treated properly.

Julie's nipples were fully aroused. Again, I saw how her round, pink nubs were much bigger than my pointed nipples and just begging to be sucked. I ran my fingers lightly across both and Julie quivered and grunted, her fingers tightening on my breast.

The usual sounds of gasping and moaning were coming from the DVD, but when I glanced across, Steve was watching us rather than the screen. He had taken out his erect cock and was stroking it, his fingers caressing the rigid flesh.

Suddenly I felt fully caught up in the action. I watched his eyes follow my hand as I placed it on the strip of creamy flesh above Julie's stocking top. I slid it higher until her skirt was pushed fully back and my fingers were inches from the crotch of her black panties.

"Take off her clothes," Steve croaked so faintly that I could hardly hear him.

Julie had closed her eyes. Easing her hand away from my breast, I stood to take off my skirt and thong. When I bent forward to loosen and draw off her skirt I realized that Steve would be getting a great view of my own naked ass and the wetness of my aroused pussy.

Julie kept her eyes closed but made no objection as I undressed her, and she raised her hips to help her skirt came off. I gazed down at her young, lush naked body. Her big breasts were rising and falling with her heavy breathing and the upper slopes were flushed with arousal. My eyes went down to her bush of untrimmed light brown hair. I suddenly realized that I was going to enjoy this.

She instinctively drew her knees together as I knelt before her,

"Open your legs, Julie," I whispered, determined to have her willing involvement.

Her eyes fluttered open to gaze at me like a frightened fawn, and then closed again as she spread her legs. I bent my head to kiss the insides of her splayed thighs. When there was no resistance, I inched upwards, trailing kisses until I reached the crease of her thighs and ass. My mouth was within inches of her pussy and I spotted how wet she was as I reached up to hold her heavy breasts.

At first, I teased her a little; just letting my lips brush her pubic hairs. I knew from experience that she would be able to feel the slightest touch. That and the warmth of my breath would be driving her wild. I pushed the tip of my tongue between the moist swelling lips; her hips jerked and a little moan sounded in her throat. Her thighs relaxed and her knees fell wider apart.

Slowly and carefully, I slid my tongue up her slit until I found her clit hood and licked it very gently. I felt an almost immediate response as her sensitive gland began to swell and my own clit twitched in sympathy. She began to stroke my hair, almost absentmindedly as her arousal grew.

I sensed a movement from the corner of my eye. Steve was naked and crouching beside us to see the action as he stroked his cock. I had almost forgotten about him and felt my clit harden at his sudden nearness. He reached out to draw back my hair which was blocking his view, and I shivered at his touch.

I drew a fingertip across Julie's opening, spreading her arousal fluids without penetrating her, and started to circle her now-bulging clit hood. My mouth went back to her pussy and as my nostrils filled with the intoxicating odor of her musk, my own wetness flowed faster.

I licked slowly up one outer lip, returned to the bottom and traced up the other. Her hairs tickled my lips and I was reminded of why men prefer shaved pussies when going down on a woman.

Julie seemed to be getting totally into the action as she wriggled and moaned softly. For a while, I teased the sensitive lips with my tongue, roaming from her asshole to the top of her slit, and flicking her clit as I passed. Occasionally I turned my head to nip lightly with my teeth at her smooth inner thighs.

She began to make helpless gasps, then long frustrated moans. As she thrust with her hips again and again, seeking contact and relief, she pulled me tighter to her. Reminding myself that my involvement was for the benefit of Steve as well as Julie, I lifted my mouth, and turned to him,

"Do you want her to cum now?

He nodded with a look of fascination as he watched my technique. I responded at last by driving my tongue between her outer folds, past the resisting inner lips and plunged deeply into her slick, tight opening.

"Ohhhh . . . ohhh," she moaned.

The usual tart taste of pussy juice was on my tongue as I drove it inside her again, and again, and again. She cried out with each penetration, and I could feel her body straining for more. Pausing for a moment, I licked around her now leaking opening, and then entered her once more, pushing my tongue as far inside her as it would go, and circling her clinging walls.

She poured out nearly as much arousal fluid as I usually did, and soon my face was wet from eyebrows to chin with her juices. I stopped tongue-fucking Julie's pussy and began licking a wide circle around her clit, careful not to touch it - tormenting and arousing her still further.

But it was time to finish her off. I felt the muscles in her belly tighten as I slowly pushed two fingers into her pussy. I probed for where her G- spot should be, and circled and pressed while gently brushing her anus with my other hand.

Locking my mouth over her clit, I sucked as I flicked my tongue tip with little butterfly touches back and forth across her little bulge in time with my probing fingers. I could feel her body begin to stiffen. She pressed down with her feet on the carpet, arching her back as she pressed against my mouth.

I sucked as hard as I could on the protruding head of her clit. For a breathless second there was no reaction, then her body began to convulse and she screamed - a hoarse, wordless scream that filled the room; stopped, and then started again,

"Aaagghhh . . . ahhhhhhhh . . . ahhhhhhhh . . ."

I had to struggle to keep my mouth on her pussy, my tongue flicking her clit as she repeatedly thrust up her hips and her thighs fluttered against my head.

"Ohhhhh my god . . ." she shouted as her body went limp and her convulsions subsided into tiny, uncoordinated twitches before she became motionless. My mouth had filled with her flood of juices and I had to swallow several times.

My neck was stiff and I rotated it gently, picking hairs from my lips. Steve's face was red with excitement as he threw an arm around me and grabbed a breast. His fingers felt sticky from his pre-cum as he drew me into a sloppy, clumsy kiss, nearly knocking me off balance.

"Whoa . . ." I muttered as I drew my mouth away and pushed him back.

"What's the rush?" I asked, tidying my disheveled hair.

I felt Julie's essence drying on my cheeks as she lay back with her eyes closed. I wondered what was going on in her mind. Did she feel ashamed?

The DVD was still playing softly in the background and when I suggested to Steve that he could switch it off, he crawled across and did so. I greedily watched his stiff cock swing beneath his belly as he moved.

"A lot of that is faked of course," I found myself saying. "You're better sticking to the real stuff."

"Is it?" Steve asked.

"Well the women just pretend to have orgasms; all that moaning is put on."

"What about you Jill . . . do you ever cum when being filmed?" He enquired as he came back and fondled one of my breasts.

Startled by the unexpected question, I hesitated,

"Ah, that's a trade secret," I laughed, unwilling to reveal that in fact I sometimes did.

"Well did you enjoy watching Julie and me?" I asked, changing the subject.

"Oh yes . . . terrific . . . very exciting . . . but we're not finished yet," and he pushed me back onto the carpet.

"Wait a minute Steve . . . what will Julie think?"

Julie suddenly opened her eyes and sat up,

"That's okay, Steve, go ahead and fuck her hard. I know you want to . . . it's alright."

I couldn't believe my ears. Although I sensed a hint of reluctance in her voice, there seemed to be no stopping her now that she had made up her mind and taken the plunge. She appeared to be determined to do whatever it took to please her husband. Unless perhaps I had been right to suspect that she was a suppressed hottie and was finding an interest in swinging.

That was all the permission Steve needed. I lay back and he climbed between my legs. I wasn't particularly aroused, but wet enough to take his hard cock as he slammed it into me. In his excitement, he had forgotten all my previous instructions about taking his time. As he pounded into me, I was grateful for the thickness of their carpet as he nailed me with hard rapid strokes. It was just like our first fuck - wild, and erotic. I dug my fingers into his shoulders as his firm cock reamed my pussy hard and fast.

Of course, as he had been jacking-off while watching Julie and me, I knew that he wouldn't last long, and I didn't want Julie to feel left out. There was a chance that I might get her to lick my pussy, but I was sure that she wouldn't if Steve's cum was oozing out. Reluctantly, I reached down to surprise Steve by grabbing his cock.

"Give Julie a turn," I gasped.

He rolled off me and crawled across to his wife, where she sat. Without any foreplay, he flipped her legs over his shoulder and eased his cock, slick with my juices, into her. As he had done with me, he went after her savagely as she threw back her head and clutched his arms. Enviously, I watched his tight ass pump back and forth, as he fucked her hard and fast. Just as I expected, he came into her after only a few strokes.

He drew out his wet cock and stood, looking embarrassed at his poor performance.

"Sorry it was so quick Julie . . . I...um...I think...I mean..." he faltered.

I felt that I had to let the young man off the hook, although I was feeling frustrated and wishing that my boyfriend was there. But the situation was still erotic enough to keep me going. This was a first for them after all.

"Never mind, Steve, it was great while it lasted. Why don't Julie and I get you back into action again?"

I looked at her,

"Are you game?"

She blinked nervously and made no move to get up, so I went across to her, and whispered in her ear,

"Come on Julie, now's your chance . . . I'll show you what to do."

She nodded, and nervously brushed her fingers at where some of Steve's semen was beginning to leak onto her thighs. I led her over to where he lay on the carpet with a hopeful expression on his face.

"I'll go first and clean him up for you, Julie" I said as he looked up eagerly.

We knelt on either side of his head and he thrust out both hands so that he could feel both our pussies at the same time. He thrust a finger into me and I grunted with pleasure, even although he was a bit rough.

His dick was still semi-hard and I didn't waste any time on teasing. I bent over him inhaling the rich mixture of male and female essence on his cock. Cupping his balls, I took most of his sticky, rubbery cock into my mouth. Again, I tasted Julie's juice tinged with the faint taste of semen as I sucked and swirled my tongue vigorously. I gently stroked and massaged his hairy balls and was soon rewarded as his shaft firmed and lengthened in my mouth.

I let it slip out and drew the watching Julie down,

"Go on, just kiss it to begin with," I urged.

Her face was flushed and I could see that Steve had two fingers up her. Slowly, as if under a spell, Julie leaned forward across her husband's lap, as he guided her head to his cock. Her ponytail was still in position and I had a good view as she took his cock between finger and thumb and slowly brought her lips down to it. She gingerly kissed the moist head a few times and then, at last, closed her lips around the head and I heard a sucking sound.

Steve halted his fingering of me for a moment as he relished the feel of his wife's mouth around his cock for the first time.

"That's it," I whispered, "Go for it."

She started to suck while gently jacking him.

"Ohh . . . fuck . . . that's great Julie," Steve moaned

He gently pressed down on the back of her head and slowly a couple of inches slipped into her mouth. Instinctively, she gripped the base to prevent the cock entering too far and slowly bobbed her head up and down, pulling down on the foreskin as she had seen me do.

However, she gagged and drew her head back. I quickly took over again and slid my mouth well down his now erect cock, to show her what could be done. Of course, I could deepthroat at that time, but didn't want to scare Julie into thinking that she had to do that.

When it was her turn again, she was careful to take only about an inch into her mouth. However as she warmed to her task, she tried to make up for it by enthusiastic sucking and licking, and by running her hand up and down his slippery shaft.

"Ohhh, that's so good, Julie," he whispered in encouragement, and she increased her efforts.

Steve removed his fingers from her pussy and put his hand behind her head. He pushed gently and managed to get her to take in an extra half-inch or so. Julie seemed to be trying to co-operate by changing the angle of her head slightly, but gagged again. It wasn't as bad as the first time and she managed to retain him in her mouth. Again I gave her a break by taking over and we settled into a routine of swapping over every minute or so.

Steve writhed and grunted with pleasure, his fingers back inside Julie. Another part of his longed-for, threesome fantasy was finally being enacted - his cock was being sucked by two women, while he finger-fucked both of them at the same time.

While Julie was sucking him, I took his hand and guided his thumb onto my clit as his two fingers moved inside me. It wasn't by any means the most arousing threesome I'd enjoyed but it was exciting to see the couple take to it, and Steve's fingering was warming me up again.

I was determined to give Julie a full demonstration. I would shake her out of her prejudices and hang-ups and give her and Steve something to remember. The combination of the fingering I was enjoying and the excitement of seeing Julie becoming uninhibited was gradually making me very horny. My imagination was working on various scenarios we could perform.

When I had made up my mind, I let his saliva-drenched cock spring free and I gave them instructions to set up the position. I mounted Steve in the facing cowgirl, while Julie faced me by kneeling astride his face.

While instructing Julie how to move her hips so as not to suffocate her husband, I eased back Steve's rigid cock and slid down on it with a grateful sigh. I moved slowly at first, giving them time to adjust to their first-ever try at the position.

Steve's hands came around to grip her hips as he lapped at her pussy. I wondered how he would react to tasting his own cum. Judging by the expression of joy on Julie's face, it wasn't putting him off and he seemed to be doing a great job.

While still moving slowly on Steve, I drew her towards me for a kiss and put her hands on my breasts. It's a wonderful position for three pairs of hands to explore and stroke, and soon they were doing just that. Julie kissed back eagerly as we fondled each other's breasts, but when I put her hand on my clit, she snatched it back.

"It's okay, Julie," I soothed, "Just imagine it's your own pussy," and I guided her hand back again.

I felt her relax, and I released her wrist. I shivered with delight as her fingers began to move on my pussy - the wonderfully knowing touch of a woman's hand. When I touched her clit, it was swollen and wet from Steve's mouth and she gave a little sob of pleasure.

This was all very well, but I was now desperate for my own pleasure and my hips began to rise and fall at a faster pace. I selfishly abandoned Julie and supported myself on Steve's chest. Up, up, up until just my pussy lips were gripping the head of his cock and then, with a swivel of my hips on his hard shaft, I plunged down to his pelvic bone,. I ground my cunt lips there against his thick root before rising up again.

A shockwave of pleasure ran through me each time I impaled myself on him, and his wonderfully hard dick banged the roof of my pussy. The impact was slightly uncomfortable, but like a form of masochism, it only made me want to move faster and harder. Sounds of skin slapping skin filled the room each time my ass and thighs met him. Julie was finding it impossible to hold onto my breast or find my clit as I bounced up and down, and her hands had gone to her own breasts.

As my orgasm began to bubble, I moved one hand to my clit and frigged myself rapidly. After all the excitement, it didn't take me long.

"Ohhh . . . shit . . . oh fuck . . ." my body started to tremble uncontrollably and I wailed shamelessly, as I climbed towards a climax.

I felt the tension in my groin tighten up. Closer, closer, closer it approached and then I exploded in blessed relief. My usual banshee screams rang out as I shuddered and quaked. My pussy went into spasms around the firm flesh of his cock as it gripped and slackened, gripped and slackened in time with my screams.

When I opened my eyes, Julie stared at me, looking startled at the noise I had made. I shook the sweat from my face, surprised to feel his hardness still inside me and that he hadn't cum from the squeezing my cunt had given his cock.

"Keep going, you two," I managed to grunt as I recovered.

I began to ride him again, slowly and deliberately, pivoting and gripping him tightly with my cunt ring. I reached behind me for his tight sac and began to squeeze lightly. Then instead of letting him cum in me, I suddenly had the wicked idea of letting them experience Steve cumming in Julie's mouth. I straightened my thighs and carefully let the stiff cock plop out.

"Now Julie, how about you sucking him again?"

He had aroused her again and she didn't look so hesitant this time, as she swung her hips off his face. Steve sprawled back to savor the pleasure as she bent over him and pulled his cock towards her mouth. She hesitated, for not only was it slick with my juices, but a large tear of arousal moisture bubbled out from the slit.

She didn't seem prepared to taste it, but used the tip of a finger to delicately smooth the essence over the wide, sculpted head of his dick. Licking her lips, she slowly closed them around the ridge of the moist bulging head. After a pause as she got used to the taste of my pussy juices, she began to suck with a bit more confidence this time.

I knew that he would cum quickly, something she wouldn't be expecting - but she had to learn.

"Ohh fuck . . ." he groaned, and I knew that was it.

I had brought him to the edge with my fucking, and the excitement of the first solo blowjob from his wife must have been too much for him. I knew that it would be a shock for her when her husband's hot semen gushed over her unsuspecting tongue.

"Arghhh," she spluttered as she threw her head back as if in pain.

She spat out into her hand, and her lips and tongue were smeared with creamy cum. I quickly handed her a tissue from a nearby box.

"There, there . . . it's not that bad," I said comforting her like a child. "You'll get used to it," I whispered.

I leaned forward and scooped some cum from her lips with my finger.

"Look it tastes fine," I encouraged, and her eyes widened in surprise as I licked my finger.

For further encouragement I dipped my head, took Steve's dripping cock into my mouth, and sucked it clean. As Julie grimaced and reluctantly swallowed the cum remaining in her mouth, Steve reached out for her,

"Thank you darling . . . thank you. That was wonderful. I love you so much."

She managed a wan smile but looked proud and relieved at having managed to take the plunge and please her husband. Steve got to his feet, a satisfied smile on his face, but I took both their arms,

"Hold on Steve . . . what about finishing what you started and going down on her again? You were enjoying it . . . weren't you Julie?"

She smiled, suddenly looking confident,

"Yes it was lovely Steve."

Like some stage manager, I ushered them across to the sofa where she sat and he knelt between her thighs.

"I'll leave now if you like," I offered.

"No . . . stay and help me with Julie," he beamed.

He reached into a box beside the sofa and to my surprise produced a vibrator very similar to mine. He waved it proudly in the air,

"Look what we bought . . . one just like you suggested. Why don't you use it on Julie while I go down on her?"

I looked searchingly at Julie, and although her cheeks had colored, she nodded agreement. I shrugged, and I walked across to join them. I felt a little frisson of excitement at the thought of the pleasure she would be receiving and at how we would make her cum. Steve handed me the vibe and I knelt down beside him, hefting the weight of the silicon dildo. I flexed it and it had an excellent life-like feel. It purred powerfully when I switched it on at low.

Who would have thought, a few short weeks ago, that the modest, inexperienced Julie would have been willing - indeed eager - to have that inside her while her husband licked her pussy. What a transformation.

Julie leaned back with her eyes closed and Steve between her wide-spread legs. His head disappeared between her thighs and she made a little sound in her throat. Rather than try to get the vibe into her right away, I moved it gently over her breasts, watching the round pink nipples leap into erect action.

Julie arched her back and cupped her breasts, as if offering the aroused nubs up for my attention and I gently circled each one with the smooth vibrating head of the toy.

"Ohhhh . . ." she groaned, and drew her ankles around Steve's legs in her excitement.

Impulsively I leaned over to take one of her stiff nipples in my mouth. I sucked gently while circling the other one with the vibe. Julie moaned throatily and her hands went to hold my head to her breast, her fingers entwining in my hair.

Her fluttering hips and sounds of pleasure made Steve glance up to see what was happening. When he reached to cup her free breast, I released her nipple, drew back and began to run the vibe down her stomach to where her husband's head was bobbing over her pussy.

I guessed that she would still be a bit nervous about having a vibe inserted into her by someone else, and I wanted to take my time. I traced little patterns over her nearest leg and she released her grip around Steve and spread her thighs wide again.

Turning the power up a notch, I ran the toy along the inside of her thigh, moving slowly to her pussy. Hearing the buzzing in his ear, Steve raised his head and paused in his licking to give me access. Julie's wetness was a mixture of her juices and his saliva, and her light brown pubic hairs were plastered to her swollen pussy lips. Her slit was slightly loose after the fucking and the fingering he had been giving her.

I knew that she was well lubricated and that Steve's semen would be coating her walls. I could smell her strong arousal musk as I leaned closer, moistening the head of the dildo by sliding it up and down her opening. When I poised it at her entrance, her thighs tensed, and I felt resistance from her cunt ring.

I left it there, buzzing softly and used a finger to circle her damp and swollen clit. When she moaned and visibly relaxed her legs, I slowly but firmly slid the head of the dildo past her clinging ring. I held it there for a moment to let her pussy adjust, and then slipped it deeply into her and turned up the power to full.

"Ohhhhh . . ." she moaned.

I was aware of Steve's heavy breathing and I nodded to him to go back to work on his wife. He stretched to take both her breasts in his hands and his mouth went back down to her clit. I heard his slurping combine with the buzzing of the vibe.

As I slowly slid the vibe back and forth, I glanced down to see that Steve's cock was hanging at an angle from his belly as it slowly hardened again. Without even thinking, I swapped hands on the vibe and slipped my free hand down to take him in my fingers. Here I was, linked again to the husband and wife as I fucked her and stroked his cock.

She started to move her hips to meet the motion of the dildo and I knew that she was really enjoying it, even before she started muttering,

"Oh yes . . . oh yes . . . that's it . . . oh hell yes."

Although I wasn't receiving any physical stimulation, the action was extremely arousing and my clit was begging for attention again. Then it occurred to me that Julie hadn't licked my pussy yet. If she was ever going to do it, this was the moment to try while she was on the verge of cumming.

I nudged Steve, released his cock, and indicated that he should take over the vibe. When he had grasped it, I scrambled up onto the sofa and straddled Julie's hips where she sat. She looked up at me I loomed over. Her eyes were wide with surprise but were also glazed with lust as she neared her orgasm.

"Please lick me Julie," I whispered. "Do it just as I did to you," and I swayed my hips to bring my pussy to her face.

I felt a tremor in her hands as she put them on my thighs to hold me away from her as she gazed at my swollen pussy lips. She moved one hand and her fingers gently touched the ring through my clit hood as if examining it closely. When she took it between finger and thumb and moved it slightly, I felt her draw the hood back over my swollen clit to reveal the pouting tip.

She hesitated and then touched it with the tip of her tongue. A surge of delight ran through me,

"Ohhh yes . . . like that," I urged.

Encouraged, she gently kissed my damp labia and then gave my clit a few licks, as if feeling her way. When I hissed with pleasure she licked and sucked with some enthusiasm, but I knew that it would be difficult for her to concentrate with Steve licking her and using the vibe.

Although she was lacking in skill, and wouldn't be able to get me off, it still felt damned good, and I was reluctant to end it. However, I was happy that she had brought herself to give head to her first woman. After stroking her hair tenderly, I eased back and knelt beside her. She renewed her ecstatic wriggling from the pleasure that Steve was giving her, and I stroked her lovely breasts and thrusting nipples.

Of course, it didn't take long for Julie to start to cum. Her whole body began to quiver, and her knuckles were white as they gripped the sofa. She braced her feet on the floor and raised her hips to keep her clit in contact with Steve's mouth and her pussy filled with the buzzing vibe.

"Oh sweet Jesus . . ." she yelled as her body convulsed.

She uttered her usual muffled orgasmic moans, and Steve kept moving the vibe slowly against the grip of her pussy's contractions. When she subsided with a few sobs of satisfaction, he gently withdrew the glistening dildo and put it down.

As soon as Steve and I stood up, he reached out to grab one of my breasts, and his fresh erection pressed against my stomach. The vigor of youth, I thought.

While I had been fucking Julie with the vibe, I had time to think. Despite my enjoyment of the sex, I had felt uneasy all evening. My feminine intuition was nagging away, telling me that Julie was not really into swinging, and that she just wanted a good sexual relationship with her husband.

As you know, I'm no saint, but I have never come between a husband and wife unless the marriage was clearly over. There are plenty of fish in the sea without that. I knew that, men being men, Steve would want to continue to fuck me in the future even without his wife's blessing, unless I broke off this sexual relationship.

This had to end, after tonight I decided.

Meanwhile Steve, now thoroughly horny again, was trying to push me onto my back. I glanced at Julie and her eyes were still closed. Oh, why not, I told myself. I deserved one last vigorous but unskilled fuck from his young cock.

"Come on big boy," I hissed in his ear, "fuck me."

I lay back and put my finger on my clit for what I knew would be a quickie even for his third time. Eagerly he slid between my raised thighs and plunged into me as I swung up my legs to accommodate his lunges. Then he surprised me by stopping.

He pulled his hips back, until all that remained inside me was the engorged purple head of his cock. Then watching my face, he slid slowly back into me, jerking forward to hit my cervix. He continued to stare at me as he moved in and out.

"Tell me, Jill . . . tell me you want it harder. Tell me to go faster. Tell me to fuck you. Say it . . . tell me you want this."

This was a different, macho Steve and he was obviously a fast learner. I just hoped that he could carry Julie along in the future with his sexual tastes. I decided to say what he wanted and in all honesty, I meant it.

"Yes, yes, faster . . . Fuck me Steve . . . give it to me with your big hard cock," I cried.

My breasts swayed with his movements, as he hammered into me in a fresh frenzy of lust. He pounded against me, going in as deeply as he could and shaking my body with his movements. I stroked my clit feverishly, my legs clamped around his narrow waist.

When he growled and stiffened, I knew it was over before I could cum again. It had been a great fuck while it lasted and I could finish myself off when I got home.

Surge after surge of warm sperm from his seemingly limitless supplies splashed inside me. Automatically my pussy muscles gripped him, and squeezed the cum out of his cock. My groan of disappointment merged with his yell of delight as he jerked against me until he was empty. Steve tried to kiss me, but I turned my face away, and he rolled off me. I glanced across at Julie but her face seemed expressionless.

My work here was done, I smiled to myself.

I had thoroughly enjoyed myself in the process. I gathered up my clothes and started to dress. When I was finished, they were cuddling each other on the sofa. I waved them down as they started to rise to thank me.

"I'll see myself out. Enjoy yourself, you two and be good to each other," I chuckled.

In the following weeks, I was working all day for most of the time, and then was away on photo shoots, so I saw Julie only a few times. She never spoke about that evening again, apart from mentioning that their sex life was wonderful. Soon after that, Steve was transferred to yet another position in his father's company and they moved home again.

Julie and I kept in touch by email. She often told me how grateful she was to me and passed on Steve's best wishes too. Finding that method of communication less embarrassing, Julie seemed to delight in telling me about how their sex life was becoming ever more inventive.

I wasn't too surprised. I had often seen people become very liberated and even adventurous after they had released a suppressed powerful sexual appetite. Time went by, and I hadn't heard from Julie for a few weeks and then, unusually, she phoned instead of emailing.

She sounded excited,

"Hi Jill . . . I just had to tell you. You know that I started working again . . . well I've become close friends with a woman at work. Her husband's a workaholic, who comes home very late every night and is too tired to give her the loving she needs. They've only been married a year and she just feels terribly frustrated and neglected . . . and she's gorgeous too. I think Steve fancies her," she chuckled.

There was a pause and the hairs on the back of my neck prickled as somehow I sensed what was coming.

"I see . . ." I said cautiously. "And are you thinking of helping her."

"Oh yes. Mary and I had a long chat."

Julie gave one of her sexy throaty chuckles,

"In fact, several very long chats."

"You're not . . . you're surely not . . .?" I stammered.

"Oh yes we are . . . Mary's husband is away next weekend and she's coming around for some drinks with Steve and me. She's agreed to watch some of our DVD collection . . . if you know what I mean. It's a pity that you're so far away; we would love for you to join us."

The telephone amplified the usual erotic tone in her voice and increased the suggestive nature of her words. My nipples stiffened as I tried to come to terms with the change in the once timid and repressed Julie. I was almost lost for words.

"Sorry, Julie, I think two women are enough for Steve to handle. Anyway . . . have fun."

As I put down the phone and got over my shock, I chuckled to myself. Well, what do you know? Maybe I should set up as a hands-on sex therapist.

THE END