Pandora's Box
written by:
mcerotic

My wife Juliet was cumming. She was on her back with her eyes closed, her face screwed up in a way that looked as if she might be in pain if I didn't know she was in ecstasy.

"Oh yes, Tom, yes. Don't stop."

I bent over her and my ass rose and fell, my cock pumping pleasure into her body through her cunt.

"Oh Tom, that's so good."

I was close to cumming myself. Her orgasm built up to a crescendo and then gradually faded away. Then I felt the first warm spurt of cum fire into the depths of her cunt. As the final ripples of her orgasm faded away, I filled her up with creamy love while let out little sighs of pleasure as she felt my cock jerking inside her body.

I held her in my arms as she lay there, half asleep, as she often was after a big orgasm. But I was wide awake. Because my name isn't Tom. But our next-door neighbor's name is Tom.

A couple of years ago we moved into the house we live in. It was a new housing development. Tom and Pandora moved in a couple of days later into the house next door. Since, at that point, the other houses were not completely finished, for a few weeks we were the only people around, so naturally we became friends, and spent a fair bit of time in each other's back yards grilling meat and drinking beer.

We were very different couples in many ways. I'm a lawyer, so I work in an office, and I have the kind of body that goes with that. But Tom is a contractor with the type of body that comes from wielding a hammer and lifting heavy beams for much of the day, plus being several inches over six foot tall. Pandora was in some sort of sales job, but she'd been a model when she'd been younger. She was slightly taller than me, even in flat sandals. They were definitely a photogenic couple, the hunky man and the ex-model. My wife was attractive, but not model-level attractive. She was a primary school teacher, and definitely had that girl-next-door look about her, friendly and approachable.

I decided not to tease my wife about calling out Tom's name when she came. I wasn't even that upset. I didn't consider it a possibility that she'd been unfaithful to me with Tom. It had to be a fantasy. Even as a straight guy I could see that Tom had the type of body that a woman would fantasize about.

I knew my wife masturbated sometimes, because I asked her once. But she was so embarrassed about it that I didn't bring the subject up again. As a primary school teacher she got home much earlier than I did, so I assumed that was when she did it. I imagined her lying on our bed, her legs spread, her fingers playing among the folds, her eyes shut as she imagined Tom taking her roughly.

It was a couple of weeks later that Tom and I arrived home at the same time. I drove up in my BMW, he drove up in his full-size pickup truck. It turned out that our wives had gone to the mall so I invited him over. We sat in my back yard having a beer as the sun got lower in the sky.

"I shouldn't really drink beer," I said. "I'm gaining weight."

"You should go to the gym maybe."

"I know that. But somehow it doesn't happen. You're lucky. You don't even have to try."

"That's true. I do eight hours in the gym every day. More in summer."

"I wish I had a body like you do."

He laughed. "It's a good job I'm sure you're not gay, or I'd wonder if you fancied me."

I laughed too. "No." Then without thinking I carried on. "But Juliet fancies you."

"Really? She told you?"

"No. And I didn't tell you this. But she cried out your name once. In bed."

He laughed again. "I suppose I should be flattered."

"Well, it's certainly not an insult."

"I'm afraid Pandora hasn't cried out your name. I don't think she fancies you like that. But she loves talking to you."

"Why?"

"She's a college grad and sometimes I think she finds me a bit dull to have a real conversation with. But when we're all together she loves the intellectual stimulation you seem to give her."

"I suppose that's flattering in its own way," I said.

"You should take her out one night."

"How do you mean? Like on a date?"

"Well, for dinner and conversation. If that's the definition of a date. I wasn't meaning that you should take her home afterwards."

"Would you like to take Juliet out?"

"It sounds like she'd like it."

"I think it would be a little bit of a fantasy-come-true."

"I'll do it if you take Pandora. Let's keep both the girls happy."

"I'd enjoy taking Pandora out. Not just because it'd make her happy. I like her company. Not to mention, she's easy on the eyes."

"She certainly is that. You should see her naked." He laughed. "No, scratch that. You certainly should not."

I laughed. "Somehow I don't think she'd let me get her naked anyway."

"If you can get her to do it, be my guest."

"Really? You wouldn't mind."

"I'm not sure I was really serious. But if you can get her out of her clothes, then enjoy the sight of her wonderful body."

I was wondering at the unusual turn the conversation had taken when the garage door opened. The two women were home. A moment later they were on the patio too, each with a glass of white wine in their hand.

After the conversation about Pandora's body, I couldn't help looking her over and imagining what she looked like under her clothes. She had a model's dress sense and wore clothes that were shaped to show off her body, elegant, sexy even. I realized that she had larger breasts that I'd realized, although since she was so tall they looked nicely proportioned. Her pants were tight and showed off her shapely legs, and her perfect ass.

I realized that I was sitting there imagining my next-door-neighbor naked. And that probably my wife was doing the same and imagining Tom, our other next-door-neighbor, naked. She obviously had done in the past, anyway.

The following week there was a seminar on globalization and trade taking place in the town. Normally I wouldn't have gone, but it seemed like a good opportunity.

"Do you want to go to this seminar?" I asked Juliet, showing her the details on my laptop, confident that she would not be interested.

She looked it over. "Not really. I'll go if you really want to, so you don't have to go on your own." Then she said the perfect thing. "Why don't you take Pandora? It's the sort of thing she'd love. Tom would never take her."

A few days later, Pandora and I went on our first date. It wasn't really a date of course, but it felt to me like the first step towards seducing her. It was definitely a long-term project, I didn't even plan to try anything that evening. I would regard the evening as a success if she wanted to do it again.

I took her home and we stood outside her front door like a couple of shy teenagers wondering what we were meant to do.

"Thank you," she said. "I enjoyed that so much."

"You want to do it again sometime?"

"Totally. I miss intellectual stimulation like that. I'm not even that interested in globalization but I loved arguing with you about it."

"Tom's good for other kinds of stimulation, I'm sure."

"You're naughty. But yes. It's certainly one of the reasons I married him."

I put my arms around her waist, my fingertips just resting on the top of her ass. She didn't pull away, in fact she put her hands on my shoulders. I realized just how much taller than me she was. I thought for a moment she was going to pull me towards her and kiss me, and maybe she was. But if so, she stopped herself. I lifted myself onto my toes and kissed her chastely on the cheek.

"I'll stimulate you again sometime," I said.

She laughed. "Only above the waist."

"So I can play with your boobs?"

She laughed again. "Absolutely not. Above the neck then."

"So I can kiss you." Before she could answer I leaned forward and kissed her on the lips. Just for a moment. I didn't linger. Just the fact that we did it was sexual enough. If I tried for more too soon, I'd force her to refuse and then it would be over.

"You shouldn't have done that," she said quietly.

"Because you didn't want me to?"

She paused. "Because I did."

We stood there silently, slightly embarrassed. Her hands were still on my shoulders, my hands were still on her back. There was tension in the air. Then, as if it was a single choreographed movement, she bent down and kissed me briefly on the lips, turned, opened the front door and then she was gone. By the time I got back to my own house I was wondering if I'd imagined it.

It was the first time I'd so much as kissed another woman since I'd started dating Juliet. I was surprised how arousing it was. The first kiss I'd maybe stolen, but the second had been freely given. A kiss always has promise. Promise of more to come. I suddenly realized that my cock was hard.

Juliet was already in bed. I had a quick shower and got in with her. I took her into my arms and in no time I was between her legs, with my tongue playing in amongst the familiar folds of her pussy. I knew just how she liked to be licked, of course, and in no time she was purring with pleasure. I found myself wondering what Pandora's pussy was like, and whether I'd ever get to find out, whether my tongue would one day be playing in her unfamiliar folds.

"Oh Tom," Juliet gasped as she got close to orgasm.

I smiled to myself. How could I be cross with her for imagining Tom was licking her when I was imagining licking Pandora's pussy? I brought Juliet to her climax and then I moved up the bed between her legs. She spread them wide for me.

"Imagine I'm Tom," I said.

"Oh my god," she said as I slipped into the warm glove of her cunt. "How do you know?"

"I know everything," I said. I took a guess. "I know you think about him when you masturbate."

She gasped in surprise.

"You imagine him taking you, don't you? Against your will. No, not against your will, because you want it so much. But without asking permission."

"You can't know that." But from the way she said it I knew I was correct.

I took another guess. "You masturbated this evening, didn't you? While I was out with Pandora."

"Yes," she said, so quietly it was almost a whisper.

"Tell me the details."

"I can't. You know I find it too embarrassing."

"As long as you tell me what you fantasized about, you're allowed to imagine it's him fucking you now."

"Oh gosh. I love you. Don't forget that. Just, when I fantasize, it's never you. We share a bed, somehow a fantasy has to be more dangerous, more erotic."

"I know. So tell me the details. You can call me Tom if you want."

"That would be too weird. I'll just imagine it's him."

"His cock."

"Oh my god, we've never talked like this. We don't talk much when we make love normally anyway."

I continued sliding my cock back and forth slowly inside her. I wanted her turned-on, but not so aroused she couldn't talk.

"I bet he's got a big cock," I said. "He's a big guy."

"When you went out, I did some chores and then I came to bed. But my body was on fire. Maybe because you were out with an ex-model or something. Anyway, I had to take my panties off and touch myself. I imagined Tom took me out in his truck. It started quietly, we had a drink in a bar. My fantasies always start quietly. I like to take my time."

I started to rub one of her nipples. Not surprisingly it was rock-hard, whether from my cock in her pussy or from her fantasy.

"He took me out to his truck," she said. "We drove to somewhere isolated. Out in the country. Suddenly he kisses me. I try to push him off but he's so strong. He drives his tongue into my mouth. His hand is on my breast. I try and push it off unsuccessfully. He slides his hand up under my shirt. My bra is undone. His hand is on my breast. Oh my god, I'm so turned-on right now."

"In the story or for real."

"Both. Somehow we're on a mattress in the back of his truck. I don't know how we got there from the cab. He tears my jeans off. Literally rips them to shreds. I know that's impossible. But it's a fantasy. I just have my panties left. I'm married to you. I love you. I can't let him have me. He reaches down, grabs my panties with both hands, and rips a long gash up the middle. It feels like my pussy is peeking through the hole in my panties. I'm pushing him away but his cock is out. And then it's in. In me. Inside my body. I cum instantly, betrayed by my body. My arms are pushing him away but my legs are wrapping around him. My brain doesn't want him but my body does. I'm going to cum again."

She fell silent as her body was overwhelmed by a second orgasm, unable to talk. I half expected her to cry out Tom's name again but she just moaned this time.

"Wow, that was strong," she said when the moment had passed. "That's about where I usually cum in my fantasy too. Sometimes it goes a little further."

"And he cums in you?"

"Yes. I can't believe I'm telling you this."

I started to fuck her harder now. I was close myself. It was exciting to hear Juliet's fantasy, partially because the fantasy was exciting, but more because she trusted me enough to tell me for the first time ever.

"I love you," I said as I came. "I love you even more that you told me a dark secret."

"Oh gosh, I love you too." She paused and then said it, as if she was trying it out. "Tom."

I laughed even though my cock was twitching with the last little dribbles of my orgasm. "That doesn't sound right."

"No, I thought it might be sexy since you told me I could do it. But it wasn't."

"It's sexier when you do it mid-orgasm."

"I say his name when I cum?"

"A few times. That's how I guessed you fantasized about him."

She covered her face with her hands. "I'm so sorry," she said. "You must feel insulted."

"Actually, more amused. I wasn't going to tell you. But you just told me your fantasy. There'll never be a better moment to tell you."

"I love you so much. I call out our neighbor's name in the heat of a climax and you are amused, not offended."

"Don't you dare let this conversation stop you fantasizing. I don't want to spoil your fantasies by shining too much light on them. Do you have any more?"

"Yes. But Tom's the main one I go to."

In the morning, I wondered whether to say anything about Juliet's fantasy, but I realized I would just embarrass her. Neither of us mentioned it. But a bridge had been crossed. I already knew Juliet fantasized about Tom, but now she knew that I knew it.

A few days later, Tom texted me. He was in the bar on the road from town to where we lived with some of his work crew. He suggested dropping in for a beer if I happened to be passing. As it was, I had just got into my car, so ten minutes later I walked into the bar.

Tom and his crew mostly spoke Spanish and mine is almost non-existent. So it was a relief when they had to go, leaving Tom and me alone. He ordered another beer for each of us.

"Pandora really loved her evening with you," he said.

"Good. I enjoyed it too. She's good company."

"It wasn't too weird taking another man's wife on a date like that."

"No. The only slightly weird thing was everyone probably assumed that since we wore wedding rings, that we were married to each other. It was amusing, and not worth explaining."

"I suppose I'd better take Juliet out some time. Let her fantasy come at least a little bit true."

"She told me her fantasy a few days ago."

"Really? I'm intrigued. Am I allowed to know?"

"I'll give you the very short version. You take her out in your truck to the countryside. You kiss her, she's pushing you off. You get her into the back of the truck where there's a mattress. You rip her clothes off. She's trying to stop you but you are too strong. You can guess the rest."

"Wow. Your wife has a vivid imagination. Just taking her to a bar will be a bit of a disappointment compared to that."

I laughed. "I don't think she'd stop you, to be honest."

"And you wouldn't mind?"

"I'm not ready for her to fuck you, like in her fantasy. But maybe something a little bit less. At least if she saw you naked she could have some more detail for her fantasy."

"I suppose I could let her catch me naked, somehow. I'm not sure how."

"You'd be up for that?"

"I guess. I know I've got a pretty good body. Only Pandora gets to see it. It might be fun to let Juliet see it too. Knowing how much she wants to."

"Maybe your shower breaks and you have to come and use ours."

He laughed. "We have three showers. They can't all break. You'll have to think of something better."

We finished our beers and went home. But the idea of somehow letting my wife see Tom naked wouldn't go away. Maybe it was because I wanted to see Pandora naked, and I wanted to be fair.

I looked online and found another evening lecture. I texted Pandora the details.

"are you going to take me?" she replied.

"yes. but let's have dinner together first"

"wow. ok. this feels like a date"

"too much like a date?"

"no. just the right amount"

What was left unsaid was what we might do afterwards. Just how much like a date we would let it develop into.

I took her to a nice restaurant, but not the best restaurant in town. Women are not attracted to men who try too hard. I ordered a bottle of wine without asking her what she wanted. I got the impression that she liked me to take charge. Of course, I was hoping that one day she'd really let me take charge, and offer me whatever I demanded.

We went to the lecture, which was on the future of money. I'd barely heard of Bitcoin but somehow Pandora knew lots about it. After the lecture I took her to a nearby bar and we had a nightcap together.

"I'd better take you home," I said finally.

"I suppose. I don't really want to go."

"Why?"

"I'm enjoying your company."

"Do you want another drink? I'd better not have one since I'm driving, but you can."

"OK," she said immediately. It crossed my mind that she might be getting herself a little drunk deliberately, so that she would be more relaxed about it if I tried something. I got her another whiskey, and a coke for myself.

We sat in silence for a minute. "I should never have kissed you," she suddenly blurted out.

"I was surprised."

"So was I. And I was the one doing the kissing."

"You're going to do it again tonight."

"I know. I shouldn't. But I know I will."

"I'm going to touch your breasts."

"I'll push you away."

"I know. But you'll only do that once. Then you'll let me."

"You're probably right. But..." Her voice fell away.

"But what?"

"Do it in the car. Not on the porch. It's too dangerous."

"I've got a request."

"You'll want to take my bra off?"

I laughed. "Well that's true, are you going to let me?"

"Even I have no idea. A definite maybe. So what's your request?"

"Next time I want you to wear a skirt."

"Oh my god. Next time you want..."

"I do."

"Thank goodness I'm in pants tonight."

"Yes. You're safe."

"I don't even know if I want to be safe. Dangerous sounds more exciting."

"Next time we'll be dangerous."

"As if letting you unclasp my bra is safe. Good behavior for a married woman."

"You've decided to let me, haven't you?"

"Yes," she said quietly, as if it was an admission of defeat.

"Finish up your drink and we'll go."

We walked out to my car. I drove to a place outside the town. During the day lots of people parked there so they could walk their dogs in the nearby park, but at night it was deserted. I parked the car and switched off the engine.

"Do we get in the back seat like when we were teenagers?" she said, opening the door. A moment later we were both in the back seat. This time our kiss was not short, nor chaste. Our mouths met, and moments later our tongues. I put my hand on her breast. She didn't even make the token effort of brushing me away once, as I'd predicted.

"Undo your blouse," I said.

"No, I can't do that. If I undo it, then it's bad behavior."

I guessed that she meant it was fine for me to undo it. While we continued to kiss I used one hand to unbutton her blouse. I pulled it out of her pants and opened it, exposing her breasts.

"Lean forward," I said. She didn't hesitate. I reached up behind her and undid the clasp on her bra, as she knew I would. I pushed my hand under the cups and had my first feel of her breasts. Despite their size, her breasts were very firm. Her nipples were like little pebbles, big and hard.

I took her hand and placed it on the bulge where my cock was straining against my pants. I thought she might pull it away, but instead she used her fingertips to explore the outline of my cock. Then she started to gently rub it. I didn't think she'd dare to unzip me, so I did it myself. I opened up my pants and liberated my hard cock. I put her hand on it. Again, she made no attempt to pull it away. She wrapped her hand around it and started to stroke me, slowly but deliberately.

"Do you want to suck it?" I said.

"So much," she said. "But I can't. Not this time. It's too soon."

"Next time."

"I promise. Next time I'll wear a skirt for you. And suck you."

"I'll finger you up your skirt. And make you cum."

"I'll be disappointed if you don't."

"And the time after that?"

"I don't want to think about it. I'm not naïve, I know where we will end up eventually. But I love going slowly like this. One step at a time."

"I can't wait to see you naked."

"I know. All men want to see me naked."

"At least I have a chance."

"You've more than a chance. You'll see me naked one day, for sure."

"Are you wet?"

"You've no idea. I'm worried it's soaking through my pants."

She started to stroke my cock harder and faster. I stroked her breasts. Her pants were too tight to make it practical to try and get my hand into them, so I decided to leave below her waist for next time. When she would be in a skirt so she could grant me access easily.

"I want to watch you cum," she said. "It's so exciting when it comes out all over the place."

"I'm nearly there," I warned her.

She kept up a rhythm and got me to the point of no return. The first jet shot up into the air and then came down on her arm. She kept stroking as the first few powerful jets sprayed all over and then the later, smaller jets, ended up on her hand. When I was finished, she moved her arm and licked my cum off her hand and her wrist.

"Are you okay kissing me like this?" she said.

"You mean with a little of my cum in your mouth?"

"Yes."

I leant forward and our mouths met. I could taste myself on her tongue even though she'd swallowed most of what she'd licked up. I pinched her nipple as we kissed. She let out a little moan. I was already wondering when there would be a suitable event in town for the next time. We would take things to the next stage. I had no idea how many stages there were going to be, but I was confident that she was not going to stop me provided I went slowly enough.

We readjusted our clothes and I drove her back home. I pulled onto their driveway and then walked her to her door. Just in case we were being watched, I gave her a little kiss on the cheek and a hug, and she went inside. I drove to my own house next door and into the garage. I was surprised how late it had got. Juliet was fast asleep. But since Pandora had got me off, I wasn't in need of urgent relief like I had been the previous time I'd taken her out.

A week later, Pandora had to go out of town for a couple of days to visit a client. Juliet suggested we invite Tom over for dinner since he was alone and was the first to admit he was a terrible cook. I didn't want him to have to live on takeout pizza until Pandora returned. Plus there was a chance that I could advance my other project. I had no idea how, but at least having Juliet and Tom in the same room, without Pandora there too, had some possibilities.

Tom came over. I made a fuss about a bottle of new gin that I'd bought and used that as an excuse to give everyone large, strong, martinis. I cheated when I made a second one for everyone and only put water in mine. Of course it looked the same, but I wanted Juliet and Tom to be a little drunk, while I had to stay sober as the master of ceremonies. Despite still having no idea what the ceremony was going to be.

Tom and Juliet were sitting on barstools at the kitchen counter, I was on the other side with the cocktail shaker and the gin.

"Juliet fantasizes about you, you know," I said.

My wife gasped in surprise and indignation. "You can't tell him that."

I hoped I'd not gone too far. I wanted to give my wife a thrill, not provoke a crisis. But Tom stepped up to the plate.

"Because it's true," he said. It sounded more like a statement than a question.

Juliet started to sob. "It's a secret though. I never wanted you to find out. It's just a fantasy."

"What do you imagine?" Tom asked. "I'm genuinely flattered that you picked me."

"I can't tell you that. Can't you guess?"

"I'm naked?"

"Obviously."

"How do I look? You don't know what I look like naked."

She laughed through her tears. "You look good. I've seen you with no shirt on. The rest is imagination."

I was as surprised as my wife when Tom peeled his T-shirt off and sat there on the bar stool with his muscular chest on view.

"Do you want to touch?" he said.

"Oh my god, I mustn't. But I confess I want to."

"Go ahead," I said. "If you want to, then I want you to."

She reached over and ran her hand over Tom's chest. As if she was expecting to be stopped, she let her fingers tentatively graze one of his nipples.

Tom got off the barstool. Juliet and I watched, wondering what he would do next. He unbuckled his belt, and pushed his jeans down along with his underwear. We got to see his cock for the first time. Along with being tall and muscular, he had a big cock too, much bigger than mine. It wasn't even fully hard yet. Unlike me, he was also uncut, uncircumcised.

"Oh my god," Juliet gasped. "You're huge."

Tom laughed. "Bigger than in your imagination?"

"God, yes." As if in a trance, Juliet reached out her hand. I couldn't believe that my conservative primary school teacher wife was doing it, but she wrapped her small hand around Tom's huge cock. It was obviously exciting for Tom too, since he was getting even bigger and harder at the sexual tension in the air.

I thought it might be odd to see my wife doing something like that. I realized that I had to let her. After all, Pandora's hand had been around my cock not so long ago. But I still thought I'd have pangs of jealousy or something. But I didn't. It was exciting for me too. I felt my own cock hardening.

Tom's cock was fully erect. Juliet's small hand could barely wrap around it.

"Suck it," Tom said.

Juliet sat there, as if her brain was running at half speed, processing the order she'd been given. She looked over at me. I nodded. She got down off her bar stool and knelt on the floor, never letting go of Tom's cock the whole time. Then she opened her mouth and wrapped it around his huge pink cockhead. She had to open her mouth wide to have any chance of getting it in at all.

"Good girl," Tom said as she started to use her tongue to explore the sensitive ridges.

I watched as she started to move her head, fucking his enormous member with her mouth, with one hand stroking the shaft as well. It was at that moment that I had a realization. I already knew that one day, I would fuck Pandora. Now I also knew that one day, Tom would fuck my wife. I didn't know how it would happen, or whether I'd be present too, but I knew it was only a matter of time.

Juliet was making love to Tom's cock. She had taken her mouth off it, and was kissing it all over, and licking it, while her hand slowly stroked his shaft tenderly. His foreskin rolled back and forth over his enormous knob. Juliet moved back and took him into her mouth again. Now she started to move her head faster now, while she stroked him. She started to take more of his cock into the back of her mouth, although there was no way she could get him all in.

"Oh yes," Tom sighed. "Keep going like that."

She had had her share of boyfriends before me, when she was in college, so she didn't need any lessons on how to give a great blowjob. I could sense that Tom must be close and she knew it too. With her other hands, she reached up and started to cradle his balls, lightly caressing them.

Tom grunted. Even from across the room I could see his cock jerk and I knew he was blasting into my wife's mouth. She couldn't avoid spilling some. It seeped out of her mouth around his cock and dripped off her chin onto her breasts, although since she wasn't naked it ended up on her top.

Juliet swallowed what she'd manage to keep in her mouth, stood up, then sat back down on her barstool. She took a sip of her drink. I could tell she was embarrassed now. In the heat of arousal, she'd done something she never knew she was capable of, but now that her brain was working again she was having second thoughts and feeling guilty.

Tom pulled up his underwear and his jeans. He pulled his T-shirt back on. He sat down too.

"So was it as good as your fantasy?" he said.

"It was ten times better," she said. "But I so shouldn't have done it. You won't tell Pandora, will you?"

"I think I'd get into more trouble than you."

"I suppose. But it's not what female friends do. Suck off their friend's husbands."

"Your fantasies will be even better now."

Juliet blushed slightly. "I won't need so much imagination, anyway."

"When do you masturbate?" Tom said.

"That's a bit personal," Juliet said. "But when I get home from school. After a day of fourth graders I'm ready for a little me-time before I have to get down to marking homework."

I was surprised she answered without any embarrassment. Somehow, masturbation had gone from a taboo topic to something she was comfortable discussing.

"I'm going to instruct you," Tom said.

"What? What do you mean?"

"Sometimes, I'll tell you what you have to fantasize about."

"That's weird. Really?"

"Yes. I'll tell you what I'm going to do to you in your fantasy."

"Oh gosh. I can't decide if that's hot or terrifying. Both, I suppose."

"Here's one for tomorrow. Pandora's away, like she really is right now. So you cook me a nice dinner. You bring it over. I've not seen you naked yet. So I make you strip for me. Then you take my clothes off too. So we're both naked. You suck me off again, like you just did. And you don't spill a drop."

"Oh my god, I'm not even in control of my own fantasies any more."

"You're allowed other fantasies too. But when I tell you one, you have to do it."

"Okay, I suppose. What if I don't have time that day?"

"That's fine. Just that next time you masturbate, you have to do my fantasy. And you have to text me back when you've done it."

"So you know I'm ready for another one?"

"Exactly."

Juliet turned to look at me. "Are you okay with all this?"

"I love it," I said. "It's harmless fun."

"I just sucked him off. Was that harmless?"

"Do you love me less?"

"No, of course not. If anything, I love you more for letting me be so self-indulgent. To actually experience a fantasy for real."

"I let you do it because I love you."

"I know. Well, from the sublime to the ridiculous. I need to get dinner out of the oven before it burns. You guys can lay the table."

We had dinner and surprisingly none of us seemed to be embarrassed about what had happened earlier. We didn't talk about it, we just had the same type of conversation as we would have had anyway.

When I got home the next day, I decided to try something. Juliet had made dinner for all three of us, of course, since Pandora was still away.

"Text him and say you'll bring it over."

"Are you sure? You heard the fantasy he told me to do."

"Did you do it?"

She blushed. "Yeah."

"You don't have to do it. But if you want to, you can."

"It's dangerous. He's going to make me strip. Do you care if he sees me naked?"

"Do you?"

"No, I guess not. But I don't want...let's just say sucking him is my limit."

She picked up the phone and texted quickly, as if she was doing it before she came to her senses. She dished out Tom's meal and covered the plate with aluminum foil, put it on a tray along with his dessert, and walked out of the back door.

It was over an hour before she returned.

"What happened?" I said eagerly.

"It was pretty much like the fantasy. He told me he wanted to see me naked. So I did a little striptease for him, not that I really know how to do it. But I took my clothes off slowly and didn't let him see my breasts or down there until the very end. He made me come and sit on his knee. He played with my breasts. I could feel his huge cock hard under my ass, where I was sitting on him. He told me that he's not going to touch my pussy this time, that there has to be something to look forward to. Then he asked me to suck him. So I did. Now I'm back. I can't believe how long I was over there. My dinner will be cold."

"Did he give you a new fantasy?"

"Yes. He takes me out for a drink to a bar. I have to wear a skirt. Afterwards, we get in his truck. He makes me take my panties off. We kiss. He puts my hand on his cock but doesn't unzip his jeans. So I can just feel it. He puts his hand up my skirt and fingers me until I cum. Then he drives me home. He won't let me put the panties back on, he keeps them as a souvenir."

"Are you going to do it?"

"You mean masturbate to it? Sure."

I actually was asking if she'd do it for real. I was pretty Tom was going to invite her to a bar soon. I was pretty sure Juliet would wear a skirt. And I was pretty sure that when she came back home she'd have no panties underneath it.

But Pandora would return the following day, and I was taking her out for another evening together. She, too, had promised to wear a skirt for me.

I picked Pandora up and took her to the restaurant. She was as good as her word and was wearing a skirt. As I was paying the bill, she changed our plans.

"Let's skip the lecture. I can't wait," she said.

"Can't wait for what?" I teased.

"You know perfectly well."

"Go and take your panties off. It's easier here than in the car."

"Good idea," she said as she got up from the table and went to the restroom. When she walked back, I could tell by the way her breasts moved under her jacket that she'd taken her bra off too.

I drove to the park and we were soon in the back seat of my car. She pulled her skirt up around her waist revealing her long model's legs. They were still together so I couldn't see her pussy yet. I could see she was shaved, or more likely waxed. No hair, anyway.

"You promised to suck me," I said as I unzipped my pants.

"I always keep my promises," she said as she lowered her head and started to kiss my cock. I was soft at first but as I got harder she started to use her tongue around the edge of my cockhead. She knew just where all the most sensitive spots were. Once I was hard, she took me into her mouth. She was warm, wet, and welcoming. She didn't attack my cock aggressively, she made love to it with her lips and her tongue. She reached into my pants with one hand and caressed my balls. Then she slid her hand further around my body until her finger found my asshole.

"Oh you dirty girl," I said approvingly. "I bet you'd like to lick it."

"Oh yes," she sighed. "But it's not practical in a car."

"Do you like anal too?"

"Yes but..."

"But what?"

"Well, this is too much information, but Tom's too big. So we can't do it."

"I'm not huge."

"No, you're a nice size."

"I'll do you anally."

"Yes. I'd like that. Not here though."

"You feel really good," I said as she started to move her head up and down on my cock.

She lifted her head off for a moment. "Cum for me," she said. Then she wrapped her lips around my cock again and started to fuck me with her mouth. I was already close. The combination of the eroticism of the situation and her skill with her mouth meant I wouldn't last much longer.

"I'm close," I said.

She continued to move her head and it felt like my cum was building up inside. Then the dam burst and I blasted into the back of her throat. She kept moving her mouth on my cock as she emptied me. Finally, she sat up and swallowed.

"You taste nice," she said.

"Don't clean your teeth tonight," I said. "So you can still taste me in the morning."

She moved around so that she was facing me. She put one leg to one side of me up on the seat, and left the other on the floor of the car. Her legs were spread and I got the first sight of her pussy. Like the rest of her body it was perfect. Little pink labia peeking out through her hairless fleshy outer lips. She reached down with one hand and used a couple of fingers to open herself up.

"I so wish you could lick me," she said. "But in a car I'll have to make do with your fingers."

I reached forward and ran a finger up and down the whole length of her slit, from just above her asshole up to just below her clit. For now, I teased her by avoiding her clit, even though I could sense the ache in her body to be touched there. I spread her moisture around. I found her entrance and pushed just a fingertip into her.

"Oh yes, just there, put it in," she sighed with pleasure.

I pushed my finger in deeper. She was tight. For a moment I wondered how Tom got his huge cock in there. My finger slipped in completely. I started to finger-fuck her, not too fast, letting her arousal build up gradually. Then I pulled my finger out and let it slip down between her cheeks. I found the rougher skin that I knew was the pucker of her asshole. I pushed and my slippery finger penetrated the tight ring of muscle.

Suddenly she pushed me away. I wondered what I'd done wrong. She sat up and thought for a moment, then she clearly came to a decision.

"Take me to a motel," she said.

I drove to the next town so there was no chance of being seen by anyone we knew. I went to reception, paid, and got a key. It was one of those motels where all the rooms open onto the outside. I parked in front of our room and we went in.

"I want to see you naked," I said.

"I know. I'll do it for you."

She reached behind her back and undid the zipper on her skirt and let it fall. Since she'd taken off her panties earlier she was now naked from the waist down. She slipped her jacket off. Now she was just wearing a thin blouse. I could see her nipples through the fabric since her bra was in her purse too. She unbuttoned it and slipped it off her shoulders.

"Voila," she said, holding out her arms and shamelessly showing me her body. She was the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen naked, for sure.

She slipped onto the bed and spread her legs.

"Please lick me."

I moved between her legs and pressed my mouth onto her pussy. I could sense that she was still excited from being fingered earlier in the car. I used my fingers to open up her pussy. Her little pink clit stood up like a tiny pearl. I touched the tip of my tongue to it.

"Oh yes, just there, perfect," she sighed.

I caressed her clit with the tip of my tongue while I worked my finger back into her tight cunt again. Her little moans were coming thick and fast. I'd never seen Pandora cum before, so it was hard to tell when it was on the point of happening. Suddenly she gasped, her body went rigid for a second, and then she was panting and groaning as her body was consumed by her orgasm.

Her orgasm was barely finished before she rolled onto her front.

"Do me in the ass," she said. "I miss it so."

I was still dressed so the first thing I did was take my clothes off.

"Do you have any lube?" I said as I undressed.

"Of course not. I've got some moisturizer. That'll have to do. It's in my purse."

I opened her purse. On top were her bra and panties. Underneath I found a tube of moisturizer. I squirted some on my fingers. She was already reaching back with both hands and spread her ass cheeks apart. Her asshole was a tiny starburst, a little darker than the rest of her skin. I rubbed a moisturized finger on it and then pushed it inside her. I moved it back and forth as her body got used to it, and once it moved easily I pushed a second one in.

"Just do it now," she said. "I'm not a virgin back there. I like a little pain. It makes the pleasure more extreme."

I squirted moisturizer onto my cock and moved over her body. I positioned my cock on the ring of muscle and pushed. She gasped and I backed off a little.

"Just push it in," she said. "Don't be gentle. I like rough."

I thrust my hips forward hard. My cockhead vanished into her ass. She yelped like a dog, whether due to surprise or pain I had no idea, but she said I should be rough so I was. I thrust forward again and a bit more of my shaft vanished in through her asshole.

"Oh gosh, not that rough," she gasped.

"I decide how rough," I said. But I calmed down a little and took a bit more time to work my cock into her ass. Once I was in I started to fuck her.

"I've got a warning," she managed to say between her gasps of pleasure. "I'm nearly cumming. And it will hurt. My muscles back there are powerful."

A few more thrust and she orgasmed. She was right. Her asshole clamped onto my cock like a pipe wrench. I let out an involuntary gasp of my own. She was like a milking machine on my cock, strongly and rhythmically squeezing my cock for a couple of seconds. It got me close to cumming.

"Where shall I cum? In your ass?" I said.

"No. Pull out."

I pulled my cock from her ass. She rolled onto her back and spread her legs. "Cum in the marital pussy," she said.

I moved up between her legs and slipped my cock into her pussy. She was so wet post-orgasm that it went in easily. It only took me a few thrusts.

"Welcome," she said as she felt my cock jerk, felt the change in the texture of her internal lubrication. I moved my hips a little, just enough to keep my orgasm going. I pumped myself empty into her cunt. Her married cunt where I was strictly prohibited.

I'd barely finished cumming before she pushed me off. "We need to get going," she said. "It's getting late."

It wasn't long later that I walked her to her front door. I gave her a chaste kiss on the cheek and then went back to my own house. Juliet was still up, so I had to make up some details about the lecture that supposedly we'd been to. One day I would have to tell her what was going on, but that wasn't the right moment.

Tom did it the next day. He invited Juliet to go for a drink. I smiled to myself but said nothing when she left wearing a skirt. It was midnight when she returned. But since it was Friday she wasn't teaching the next day.

"Lift up your skirt," I said.

"No."

"Why?"

"Because I'm ashamed of myself."

"He fingered you and kept your panties."

"Yes."

"We both knew that was going to happen. Why are you so ashamed?"

"He did more than finger me."

"He fucked you?"

"Yes."

"Did you enjoy it?"

"Oh, don't make it worse. Of course I did. It was a fantasy come to life. Will you forgive me?"

"Of course. We all knew we were playing with fire. Someone might get burned."

"I didn't really get burned. I did it willingly. We were in the cab of his truck. The only practical way to have sex is for me to go on top. So I was the more active participant. He just has to sit there with his cock pointing upwards while I squat over him. So it's more me pushing my body onto his cock, than him penetrating me."

"Was it hard to get it in?"

She laughed. "I feel like I had a baby. That thing is huge."

"You won't be disappointed with my normal sized one?"

"Relieved, more like. Are we alright? You still love me even though I was a bad girl tonight? As bad as it's possible to be. I'd better give you permission to fuck Pandora. Not that she'll let you."

"You're wrong. She will let me."

"Don't tell me you refused her. I'll feel awful if I fucked Tom and you were honest and noble and refused to fuck gorgeous Pandora even though she was willing."

I kissed my wife. "Don't worry. Now I'm the one feeling a bit ashamed."

"You fucked her? Thank goodness. Take me to bed and make everything perfect again."

We went upstairs and showered together, something we didn't do that often, only when we'd decided to have sex in advance, rather than waiting until we were in bed before one of us initiated something. Plus she'd fucked Tom earlier and come home with no panties, so she wanted to wash everything off her thighs.

We went to bed and made love. In some ways it was the most intimate we'd ever been. We'd both been bad, but we'd both been honest enough to tell each other. Somehow, it made us closer than if we'd never done anything bad in the first place.

I lay there in the darkness afterwards, listening to my wife's breathing as she slept. Pandora didn't know Tom was fucking my wife. And Tom didn't know I was fucking his wife. Juliet and I had no secrets any more, we knew everything.

The next morning I called next door. "Hi Tom, Juliet went mad in Costco and bought, like, a whole steer since the price was cheap. So come over tomorrow evening and let's have a big meat-fest."

"OK. Pandora bought enough tequila and limes to open a Mexican restaurant, so it will be margaritas all night."

"Perfect. I'll get some avocados and make some guac. Do you have some chips?"

"I don't think so. Let's go to the store. I'll come with you."

Tom and I took his truck to the local market. He clearly wanted to talk to me. I don't know how much he planned to tell me but I opened the conversation.

"I know everything," I said.

"I'm sorry. It just got away from us."

"Don't worry. I'm not upset."

"Good. Juliet didn't feel too good about it afterwards."

"I've a confession too."

"You can't tell me you got to see Pandora naked. I won't believe you."

"You said it would be fine if I did."

"I know. I thought it was an impossible challenge. Did you really?"

"I did."

"Did you fuck her?"

"Sorry."

He laughed. "I can't complain. I fucked your wife."

"So I want you to fuck her again tonight. Take her indoors and take her to our bedroom. I'll be alone with Pandora. I'll clean up the rest of the mess. Then we can all be relaxed with each other again."

As usual it seemed to be my job to make the drinks. So, as usual, I made them strong to lubricate the proceedings. We grilled a lot of steak, and ate it with salad. Then we had more margaritas. I was sitting chatting to Pandora about something slightly intellectual, the kind of thing I knew she loved to talk about with me.

"Where are Tom and Juliet?" she suddenly said, realizing that it was over half an hour since they'd been outside with us.

I held her hand. "They're doing what I'm going to do to you now."

I stood up and she meekly followed me back to her own house. I took her up to the master bedroom, put my arms around her and kissed her. I could sense a little reluctance at first. After all, she wasn't really sure if I was just joking about Tom and Juliet. Or whether Tom might walk in at any moment. But after kissing for a little, she let me undress her and we got into bed.

"Is it true..." she started.

"All questions will be answered later," I said. "But first I'll make love to you."

It was a lot more comfortable than in the crappy motel bed where we'd first had sex. I didn't do her in the ass this time, I just started between her legs. I was pleased that she was wet and ready when I entered her, she was evidently relaxed about everything that was happening even if she didn't quite understand it all.

I slid my cock back and forth in her pussy. I wasn't that worried if she came or not, this was sex to make sure she had no shame about what we'd done. She sensed it too. She squeezed her pussy muscles and made me cum fast. I felt the squirts of redemption fire deep into her cunt.

We put our clothes back on and went back to the barbecue. I made some more margaritas. When Tom and Juliet returned, it was getting a bit buggy so I suggested we went indoors. I wanted to be indoors mainly so we would be out of sight of the neighbors.

"Suck him," I said to Juliet. She looked at me to see if I was joking, and when she realized I wasn't, she went over and undid Tom's jeans. Pandora's eyes opened wide in amazement. Until that moment, I don't think she was entirely sure whether we were all teasing her about Tom and Juliet fucking.

I walked over to her. "Stand up," I said. Once she did, I unbuttoned her pants and pulled them down and off, along with her panties. She did nothing to stop me. I think that she'd reached the stage that nothing would amaze her any more that day. She sat back down on the barstool and let me spread her legs. I pushed my tongue into her pussy. She let out a long groan. Tom and Juliet heard it and looked over towards us to see that we were being just as bad as they were. Everything was going to be fine.

Juliet lifted her head up for a moment. "Race you," she said.

"You're on," Pandora said. I was surprised that she was already so into the spirit of what was happening. I licked her clit aggressively. "Not quite that hard. And a bit faster," she said, doing everything she could to cum before her husband. It was pretty much a dead heat. Pandora's body froze like it sometimes did when her orgasm hit. At almost the same moment I heard Tom grunt. My wife's mouth was filling with his cum, as his own wife's pussy flooded with the juice of her climax and my tongue swirled around inside her opening.

We all sat down again, Tom and Pandora still naked from the waist down.

"I want to see it," said Tom.

"What?"

"You fucking Pandora," he said to me.

"So do I," said Juliet.

"Don't I get any say in this?" Pandora said reasonably.

"And if you did?" Juliet.

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but I want to do it. Have my husband watch me being fucked by another man."

"We'd better go upstairs," I said.

The bedding was a mess since Tom and Juliet had fucked there earlier. Pandora stood and let me take her top and bra off so she was naked.

"You've got a body to die for," Juliet said when she first saw her friend naked.

Pandora slid onto the bed while I got out of my own clothes. There was a sofa in our bedroom, as usual covered in discarded clothes. Tom and Juliet cleared them off and sat down with front row seats to watch their spouses fuck.

Pandora rolled onto her front. She didn't need to give me any guidance, I knew what she wanted me to do. I reached into the nightstand drawer and found a bottle of lube. I squirted it onto her ass.

"Oh my god, you're going to do her anally?" my wife gasped. She'd always refused to let me.

"You've not done it?" Pandora said.

"No. Never."

"Come and join us on the bed. I'll hold your hand."

"I suppose," Juliet said doubtfully. But she slipped her clothes off and lay on her front beside Pandora. Pandora put her hand on my wife's ass and gently pulled one cheek towards her, opening up the crack and revealing my wife's little brown pucker.

I squirted lube onto the fingers of both hands. With my left hand I fingered Pandora's ass, with my right hand, I fingered my wife's.

"OK?" Pandora asked my wife.

"So far. This is the easy bit."

"I'll go first. So you can watch."

I had two fingers in each of the girls now. I knew that was as many as Pandora wanted. She liked the feeling of my cock stretching her open.

I moved over her ass like I had done in the seedy motel. She reached back and spread her ass for me. I pressed my cockhead against the tight ring of muscle and pushed. Her asshole distended around my cock. She gasped at the intensity and, perhaps, the pain. I knew she liked a bit of pain, a little darkness before the dawn. She was used to anal sex and knew how to stop her body fighting it. In a moment I was inside her completely. I started to fuck her. Juliet, lying beside her, was watching fascinated.

I thrust hard in and out of Pandora's ass. Gradually she relaxed.

"I've just had an idea," she said. "Go and fuck you wife's ass. I want to see if I can get Tom in now that you've opened me up first.

Pandora moved her hand across the bed. "Lie on my hand," she said. "So your pussy is on my fingers. I'll take away some of the intensity for you."

Juliet moved. I could see between my wife's thighs that Pandora was masturbating her clit, while I finished preparing her little virgin hole. Meanwhile, Tom came over. He was already naked from the waist down from when my wife had sucked him earlier, and he was erect from watching me fucking his wife in the ass. I slowly worked a third finger into Juliet so she'd be ready for my cock. Meanwhile I watched as Tom positioned his huge cock on his wife's asshole. He pushed, she gasped. But since I'd already been fucking her hard, her body was relaxed and ready, and his big cockhead vanished.

"Shit," she cried as he went in. But she had a big smile on her face that finally she'd managed to accommodate him.

I pulled my fingers out of my wife's ass and moved over her. Pandora was still masturbating her with one hand as I positioned my cock on my wife's virgin rear entrance and pushed. After all the preparation, she opened up painlessly and my cock just slipped in. Pandora was gasping at the intensity of the invasion but I could sense her pleasure at getting her husband in finally.

A moment later we were both fucking our wives in the ass for the first time. My wife for the first time ever, Pandora for the first time with her huge husband. Pandora pulled her hand out from under Juliet and put it on her shoulder. She pulled my wife towards her and the two women kissed. I could see their tongues playing in their mouths as us two men played in their asses.

It wasn't all that long ago that I'd first discovered that my wife fantasized about Tom when she called out his name in the height of passion. Now, all her fantasies and more had come true. Mine too, seducing Pandora. Although to call it a seduction was not really correct. She'd seduced me at least as much as I'd seduced her. She was the one who decided to go to a motel, which was the real moment when any pretence that we were not going to become lovers fell away.

"Oh yes, I'm cumming in your ass, you dirty girl," I said to my wife as I felt the first jet of warm cream blast deep into her rectum.

Tom didn't last long either. Pandora must have been unbelievably tight on his thick cock. He made a noise like an animal and all four of us knew he was cumming in his wife's ass. Not a virgin ass, but a virgin ass to him.

We all lay on the bed afterwards, a tangle of naked body and limbs.

"Girls play at home," Pandora said. She took my hand. "Come with me." She and I put enough of our clothes back on to get back to Tom and her house. It seemed I was spending the night with her, and leaving Tom with my wife in her own bed. Not that I was complaining.

We went straight up to the bedroom where we'd been earlier. We took off the few clothes we'd bothered to put on to get across the gap between the houses, and got into bed. There was no rush this time, we had all night.

"Have you done anything like this before?" I asked.

"Never," she said. "The only thing I've ever done that felt a bit dirty at the time was when I let one of the modeling directors fuck me. The only one who wasn't gay. But he was an ex-model so he was hot. I half knew I was doing it for a job, but I was half doing it because my boyfriend had just dumped me, so I wanted a treat for myself."

"Less fattening than a pint of ice-cream."

"Indeed. Have you done anything like this before?"

"No. I was always faithful to my previous girlfriends."

"You mustn't regard this as being unfaithful. This is a new type of relationship. Tom knows I'm with you. Juliet knows you're here. We know what they are doing, and we approve of it. Wasn't it hotter doing me in the ass, knowing Juliet and Tom were watching? It was for me."

"Do you want to make love now?"

"Not really. I'm too tired from everything earlier. I want to sleep, and then in the morning I want you to make love to me like I'm your wife. Because I am. I'm your second wife."

I laughed. "How about a third one?"

She gasped. "Aren't two of us enough? Although it would be fun to seduce a toy."

"A boy or a girl?"

"I was thinking of a girl. So we could all do her. Maybe a high school senior. Young, but not too young. Not a virgin, too skittish, but not very experienced. That would be most entertaining."

"Maybe one day. But right now I'm still loving the fact that we're allowed to do this. It feels borderline illegal."

"My body is yours whenever you want it," she said. "But I expect you to be available to me when I have needs...desires."

"Of course. We are second husband and second wife."

She laughed. "Are you going to give me a ring?"

"No. Too obvious. We need to keep you safe."

We wrapped our arms around each other, kissed goodnight, and were soon asleep.

It took me a moment to realize where I was. Tom and Pandora's house had pretty much the same layout as ours, so it was at once familiar and different to wake up. Of course the biggest difference was lying beside me, her eyes open, inspecting me.

"Sorry, I don't have Tom's body," I said.

"He doesn't have your mind. So now I have both of you, it's perfect."

"Lie on your back. I'm going to do all the work."

I rolled onto my back as she threw the bedding off. I had woken up with an erection. She straddled me, sat on me, and pressed her pussy against my cock. She started to move her hips back and forth, stimulating her pussy with my cock, and stroking me.

"You've got a beautiful cock," she said. "Sometimes Tom's is too much."

She moved her body a little bit further forward. My cockhead was pressed between her lips. She altered the angle of her hips slightly so that when she slid back, I entered her.

"Oh, that feels lovely," she said.

I pushed my hips up a little but she told me off. "No. Lie still. I'm doing everything."

She slowly moved her hips forward and back, and gradually worked my cock into her. She wasn't really wet enough at first but gradually her body moistened and I started to move easily inside her.

"Touch my breasts," she said.

I reached up with both hands and caressed her marvelous breasts, rubbing her nipples with my thumbs. She started to move her hips a little faster. Rather than fucking me, it felt like she was stroking my cock with her vagina.

"I'm so glad this happened," she said. "I still can't believe it."

"Me too. I'm so glad you kissed me that time. I knew then we'd end up here."

"I knew too. That's why it felt so depraved to do it."

"More depraved thab asking to go to a motel."

"God yes. By then I was just worrying about the logistics, not whether we would do it. When I kissed you I was still cycling up the hill. Once I kissed you I was freewheeling down the other side and nothing was going to stop me."

She bent forward so that she could kiss me. She changed how she was moving her hips from a back and forth motion, to up and down. Now she was lifting her cunt almost off my cock, before lowering her hips and taking me back inside. At the same time our tongues were playing with each other. Her breasts were pressed against my chest.

"Cum for me," she said quietly. "Are you close? I still can't tell. I've not seen you cum much yet."

"I like that ‘yet'."

"I'm going to squeeze you hard. You like that don't you. I did it last night."

"I love it. Make me cum inside you."

She tightened her muscles onto my cock. Suddenly the level of stimulation from her movements got intense. A few more thrust of her hips and I started to cum.

"Suck me dry," I said as I felt myself pumping into her body.

"Yes, second husband, fill me up."

She didn't stop moving her hips until my body was completely calm. Then she lifted herself off me and lay beside me, one arm across my body, her breasts casually pressed against my side.

"I think we should all go to brunch," I said.

"What a wonderful idea. We should go somewhere our friends often go. I like the feeling of knowing that they will be wrong about who slept with who last night."

"Juliet doesn't wake up that early at weekends. So they probably haven't had their sex yet. So we'd better give them some more time."

"So what shall we do to pass the time?"

"It's your turn. What's the most orgasms you've had from oral sex?"

"Two, I think."

"Let's see if you can do three."

And she did.

There would be lots of future occasions for the four of us to get together. We could go back home with our own spouses and have normal, loving, married sex, if that's what we wanted. Or we could swap wives if we were all in the right mood for something less married, something wilder. Or all four of us could pile onto the same bed if we wanted the ultimate in wild intimacy.

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