Drinks | Sir Robert's Stories Skip to primary content Skip to secondary content Sir Robert's Stories Sexy Stories from Sir Robert's Bookshelf. Search Main menu Home About Tag Archives: Drinks Post navigation ← Older posts “Across the Living Room” by Side_Windbag – MMF Posted on 05/18/2014 by Sir Robert Reply My name is Dan. I am a professional working at a large accounting firm in the Midwest. I had remained unmarried into my thirties partly because I didn’t want to give up the variety of different women that I bedded and partly because I couldn’t find a women that I was willing to wake up next to for the rest of my life. I met Sharon at a party about two years ago, and was immediately captivated by her looks as well as her personality. We started dating and fell in love. Soon after, we got married. She was well worth the pains of being separated from my male friends and the bevy of beauties that we kept in tow. Sharon is a living doll. She is petite at about 5′-2″ tall with full firm 36C breasts and a beautiful heart-shaped ass. Her face is beautiful with full lips and an impish smile framing perfect white teeth. She has large oval shaped green eyes that hypnotize me and most other straight men. She has long wavy black hair that shimmers in the light. At twenty-eight, she is six years younger than I am. She had married right out of school to her high school sweetheart before she realized that he was a real idiot trying to screw everything with two legs and a skirt. She dumped him unceremoniously per her account. She is independent and very intelligent. She is a good and compassionate person and a great lover. She becomes very aggressive in bed after a few drinks. Alcohol makes her loose all inhibition. It doesn’t take much considering her size. She likes to dance at the local nightspots. The drinks would flow and she usually attacked me when we got home. She isn’t into fellatio but she does it for me to keep me happy. She always spits my load in the sink and brushes her teeth afterwards. She fucks like a mink, however, and rides me like a cowgirl on a bucking bronco until my balls are drained. She seems happy with my seven inches and lovemaking has been a nightly (and sometimes daily) event. Gary and I had been friends for about the last ten years. We were inseparable before my marriage and kept a large group of ladies happy for many years. He worked in sales and transferred to Texas shortly before I met Sharon. Gary had always been a ladies man. He was good-looking and a little taller than I was. The women always chased him and he made it a point to not let any one of them get their hooks into him. We shared an apartment early in our friendship. He seemed to make the girls happy considering their screams of ecstasy from his bedroom. I once walked in on him while a pretty, young coed was feasting on his dick. She was naked from the waist up and was well endowed to say the least. She stopped when she heard me enter and her mouth left his dick with a plop. He was hung like a horse! His cock was at least nine or ten inches long and two and a half inches in diameter with a handball sized head. She turned and smiled at me in embarrassment. She made no move to cover herself and neither did he. She sheepishly said “Hi!” and she went back to work, mesmerized by his meat. He laughed as I apologized and left the room. I finally realized why the noise was so loud coming regularly from his bedroom. He had enough dick for both of us. I felt a little inadequate. I hadn’t seen Gary for a couple of years. He called to tell me that he had been transferred back to town. He wanted to visit and meet the girl who finally tied me down. He came over the next evening. I was glad to see him. He seemed to like Sharon and she was equally friendly to him. She was like that to everyone. After a few drinks, I caught him staring at Sharon’s ass but wrote it off to a good buzz and after all, she does have a great ass. Gary said that he had met a great girl and wondered if we might go out together. Sharon readily agreed. Gary liked to dance so we made a double date for Saturday night. Gary showed up at our house at about 6:30 PM with a drop dead gorgeous blonde named Debbie. She was a tall, leggy girl, with a large well-formed chest. She had a beautiful face and smile that could melt an iceberg. Gary offered to drive his new Lincoln and said that it wouldn’t be a problem. Both girls were wearing low-cut hot-looking dresses that really showed off their tits and legs. We went to dinner first and started drinking wine. By the time dinner was over, we were all feeling pretty good. I spent a lot of time with my eyes glued to Debbie’s tits. Her brassiere barely covered them and every time she leaned over, they almost spilled out of her dress. Gary spent time casually checking out Sharon’s ample breasts. After catching up on old times with Gary, we decided to leave for a local dance club. While riding in the back seat with Sharon, she casually put her hand in my lap and gave my dick a good squeeze. I had wondered if she had noticed me checking out Debbie. From her look, I knew that I was in for a good time later in the evening. The alcohol was performing its desired effect. We got to the club about ten o’clock and got a table along the wall next to the dance floor. We danced, drank, and danced some more. The table had a great view. Debbie was fun to watch and it was evident that Gary was attracted to Sharon the way I saw him looking at her. Later, I danced with Debbie and Gary danced with Sharon. We had started dancing to a fast dance tune. I enjoyed the way Debbie’s tits bounced to the rhythm. Sharon was the better dancer though. Gary must have enjoyed the way she moved her ass seductively to the music. This time I caught him staring at her body with a dumb look on his face. I understood the reason. Sharon’s petite body with her full tits is eye catching. There are not a lot of women put together as well as her in a small package. She is a perfect “one-hander” (you could hold her tiny waist with one hand and a stroke her on your dick). When the song ended, a slow tune began and we continued to slow dance with each other’s date. Debbie felt as good as she looked and smelled incredible. She rubbed up against me with those great tits of hers. Sharon danced close to Gary with her head on his chest. It was dark but I thought I saw Gary with a hand full of Sharon’s lovely ass. The alcohol was playing tricks on me. He wouldn’t do that with my wife and she would have slapped him if he did. Gary and I were hammered and it was evident that both girls were as well. About 1:30 AM, we decided to call it a night. As we stumbled to the car Gary suggested that we stop at his place for a nightcap since it was close to the club. When we got there, Sharon went to the bathroom. She had been gone a little long and I decided to see if she was all right. I knocked on the door and she opened it and pulled me in! I had one hot little wife in that bathroom. She grabbed my buns and pulled me to her. She kissed me deeply and began to grind her crotch into my rapidly growing hard-on. I picked her up by her ass and carried her to sit on the bathroom sink. I then decided to give her a little of what she wanted. I dropped to my knees on the bathroom floor and removed her panties. I quickly found her clit with my tongue and it didn’t take long to get her off. I told here that I’d service her properly once we got home. Afterwards I pocketed her underwear in my jacket and went back to Gary and Debbie in the living room. They asked if Sharon was all right. I told them she was fine and she soon returned with a big smile on her face. After a couple more drinks and some fine smoke, Debbie said that she was starting to feel bad. Gary decided to drop her off on the way to take us home. He walked her to into her apartment and came back after a few moments. He was obviously disappointed. No pussy for him tonight. We arrived at our house after dropping off Debbie. Sharon asked Gary if he was interested in another nightcap. Gary was never one to turn down a drink so he accepted. It was 2:30 AM and I was running out of steam but I figured that I hadn’t partied with Gary in a long time. If he was up for it then I was too. We entered our living room and decided to turn on the television with the sound off and the stereo turned on like in the old days. We decided to keep the lights off because the television provided light more than adequately. In our wasted state, the bright lights would have made things uncomfortable. Sharon went off to make us some drinks. We have two couches that face one another and a coffee table in between. I laid out on one couch and Gary seated himself on the couch across from it close to the TV. Sharon entered the room with the drinks and sat on the couch next to Gary since I had occupied the entire length of the other couch. We drank and talked for at least an hour. I broke out some of my best smoke and we proceeded to get further wasted. It was very late and I was getting very comfortable. I soon fell asleep. I don’t know how long I’d been napping but it must have been a while. I woke to find my wife sitting closer to Gary than when I first passed out. They were both in quite conversation. Neither paid attention to me so I decided to play possum and listen. Gary told her how pretty he thought she was and how lucky that I was to have her. She slurred a thank you to him as she gazed into his eyes. He put his right arm on top of the couch behind her. He continued to compliment her about her appearance. She beamed like an infatuated schoolgirl. She was captivated by his good looks. She returned the complement telling him that she thought he was very sexy. He slowly dropped his hand to her shoulder, pulled her towards him and kissed her on the lips. She hesitated and then slowly reciprocated. She brought her hand to his chest and they kissed passionately. They finally came up for air and she looked as if she was going to push him away then he kissed her again. She succumbed to the heat of the moment. After a while, his left hand went to her other shoulder then slowly down her back and circled it around to caress her tit. She made no move to dissuade him and I heard her moan softly. I should have stopped this before it started but now I found that I was too excited to do anything but observe. My dick was as hard as a rock and I wanted to know how far she would go and how far my friend would take her. Through slitted eyes, I watched as his left hand drop to her legs while they continued to make out like she was his high school date. His left hand casually dropped to her lap and slowly began to fondle her exposed inner thighs. She made no move to stop him. He continued to stroke upwards until he had almost reached his goal. Her dress was getting pushed up to where you should have been able to see her white panties when I realized she didn’t have her underwear on. Her panties were in my jacket pocket! She parted her thighs slightly to accommodate his action and he soon found her naked pussy. The alcohol was providing the normal effect except she wasn’t with me. He opened his eyes in surprise when he hit pay dirt and realized she didn’t have her panties on. After a few moments of contact, she moved her hand down to his and pushed it away panting, “We shouldn’t be doing this. I’m married….” Instead of a reply, he again brought his lips to hers and soon they were kissing passionately. She closed her eyes and thrust her tongue into his mouth like a snake. Then he did something I thought took real balls with me “sleeping” just eight feet across the living room. He slowly unzipped his pants and his huge semi-hard dick popped out. It looked every bit as big as before, maybe bigger. She was so absorbed in kissing him that she didn’t notice. He then proceeded to stroke her inner thighs again. When she reached down to stop his advances he grasped her tiny hand and guided it to his manhood. When she made contact with his member she pulled her hand away and stared at his lengthy appendage in surprise. Suddenly the realization of what was in front of her broke down the curtain of reluctance. You could see by the look in her face that she was truly entranced by his semi-hard one-eyed meat cobra. “It’s amazing, I’ve never seen one that big,” she crooned. “Touch it and see how much bigger you could make it,” he encouraged her. “We shouldn’t be doing this. You should really put it away,” she replied as she continued to stare at his organ. There was no conviction in her voice. “You make me so hot. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of you tonight,” he cajoled her. “We really should stop now…” she panted. Her eyes were still glued to his prick. He reached down and stroked his meat making the head swell. “We don’t have to do anything…” he plied. “I don’t know…. What about him?” she motioned to me on the couch. “He’s out like a light. I don’t think he’ll wake up if you keep quiet,” he told her, trying to be convincing. “Just hold it and see how big it gets. We really don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to.” he continued to persuade her. “We really shouldn’t….” she stammered as if in a trance. Her willpower was weakening as she gazed at his impressive pecker. For a long time she continued to stare at his dick trying to convince herself that she wanted to do as he asked and at the same time hoping that I wouldn’t wake up and catch her. She couldn’t keep her eyes off of it. She had been drinking a considerable amount of liquor and I’m sure that she was still aroused from our earlier activity. “Curiosity killed the cat.” I saw her resolve dissolve before my squinted eyes as she leaned against his chest and her small hand slowly reached for his monster. She lightly caressed the flared head and it resulted with a jerk from his cock. She tentatively slid her hand slowly down his shaft and grasped it just below the huge head. Her hand looked tiny on his huge dick. Her fingers barely circled his meat halfway around. She slowly pulled the foreskin up and covered the head. She gasped and began to slowly stroke it. “How big does it get?” she whispered. “Just keep doing that and find out,” he replied. I didn’t think that it could get any bigger or harder but as she started to manipulate his organ, it did grow. This time she didn’t resist when he ran his hand up her skirt to explore her exposed pussy as she stroked his cock. Her hairy snatch and engorged pussy lips were in full view as he fingered her. She kissed him again as he started to fuck her with his middle finger. He added another finger in her hole and she spread her legs wider to accommodate. He was driving her wild with his big fingers inside of her. She was on the brink of orgasm when he backed off and removed his hand from her soaked snatch. He ended their kiss and commented how beautiful and hot her pussy was. He brought his fingers to his lips and licked them. He told her that she tasted as good as she looked. He said that he wanted her badly. You could see that his words had inflamed her desire. She was hot with lust. He was going to make her beg for it. She gazed at the big dick that she held in her hand. She laid her head on his chest as she began to jack him off more enthusiastically. She had a look of fascination and lust on her pretty face as she stroked his huge cock. It had to be at least ten or eleven inches long. Had he been lifting weights with it since I had last seen it in action? It surely had grown since our last encounter years ago. She was clearly excited by his large stiff pecker. He started to run his left hand through her hair over and over to let her know that she was providing the proper stimulation. Little did I know that he was gently pushing and encouraging her to move her face toward the huge penis head. He was clearly excited about the prospect of her wrapping her luscious lips around his dick. Her head moved slowly, almost imperceptively toward the target as she stroked his cock. Her lips were only an inch away when a large drop of pre-cum appeared at the slit. She moaned and her tongue darted from between her pink lips to lick away the drop. He took that as a signal that it was time to feed her. I don’t think that she cared what I thought or did at this point. She had clearly lost all control. He gently clasped the back of her head and gently forced her full lips onto the head of his penis. Her lips lingered as she kissed the flared head wetly. She moaned again and shook with an apparent orgasm without being touched. Simply kissing the head of his cock had caused her to have an orgasm. He looked over at where I lay and smiled contemptuously. My wife had her lips on his cock and I was in the same room not more than eight feet from them. I never thought that I’d be this excited to see my wife in this position. She kissed her way down the shaft and found his balls. She lifted them and kissed them too. She started to work on his rigid member with her mouth as I had never seen her do before. She had never showed this level of enthusiasm with me. She continued to kiss and lick at its length, really getting into it. She then kissed her way to the top of his shaft and licked around the flared head of his manhood, capturing the pre-cum that leaked from it’s slit. He squirmed and lightly moaned when she did this. Up and down his shaft she bathed his huge penis with her nimble tongue. She licked her way back up to the swelling head and swirled her tongue around and around the spongy gland making him squirm again. He obviously wanted to put his hard dick in my wife’s hot mouth. Finally, she grasped his dick by the root and then proceeded to take his rigid member into her mouth. He had finally reached his goal. Sharon was going to blow him. He closed his eyes, threw his head back and his hips jerked upwards involuntarily. Slowly she began ingesting his pecker. Down she went, deeper and deeper sucking him like a real professional. She really amazed me by taking even more of him into her mouth than I thought humanly possible. About half of his full length had disappeared into her mouth. She then moved down to swallow another couple of more inches. Her throat bulged but she didn’t gag a bit. I wondered where she had learned to do this. She was hot for his dick. While still attached to his appendage with her mouth she quietly slid to her knees between his legs. She looked up at him with lusty eyes. She was ready to get serious. She went to work on his meat. She had become an enthusiastic cocksucker. I couldn’t believe it. My wife was blowing one of my best friends literally right in front of me! He encouraged her by running his hands through her hair and guiding her head up and down his spit soaked length. He was really getting into my wife sucking his big cock as I could see by the look of ecstasy on his face. She continued to stroke and suck his dick simultaneously with reckless abandon. She moaned softly as she bobbed her head up and down, over and over, gently sucking his dick. He laid back and closed his eyes. Her ass occasionally shuddered in orgasm as she sucked his rod. His hand still toyed with her hair as he guided her head up and down his massive cock. I fully expected to see his dick pop out of her other end as she continued to swallow his meat. He must have had a lot of practice because his staying power was amazing. She had worked on his dick for at least ten minutes hardly coming up for air. I would have shot my wad in half that time. Her work was finally beginning to receive results. He was moaning below his breath as to ensure that he wouldn’t wake me. His hand clenched her long hair and began to jab his dick deeper into her throat. She moved her head up to where the flared head was just inside of her mouth, she began swirling her tongue around the spongy crown, and he lost control with an “Ohhhh!” He began to pump his jizz into her mouth. I fully expected her to back off since she had always said that she didn’t really like the taste of semen. She surprised me again by greedily swallowing all of his cum that she could. She milked his shaft for at least a couple of minutes after his orgasm had receded then proceeded to lick up all of his seed that had spilled from her mouth. She did it with apparent relish. It was a hell of a load that she took and she had swallowed it all. She wouldn’t need breakfast with all of that protein that she ingested. She lazily stroked, licked and sucked his still massive organ even after his load was completely spent. He smiled down at her as she continued her brazen act. She was in love with his dick. I just continued to play possum with an aching hard dick. She looked up at him with a contented look and said, “That was wonderful, I’ve never felt that way before. I got off without being touched. I have to have that inside me before you can go.” and went back to work on his long dick. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. She had sucked him dry and now she wanted to fuck him. I had trouble believing that she could get his thing into her tiny twat. “It will take a little while, but with you doing that…” he chided. His cock was still at least a third bigger than mine was even after all of the work she had done. It was slowly coming back to life with her attention. “We need to go somewhere a little more private. When I fuck you, you won’t be able to keep quiet” he stated matter of factly. She raised her head and told him that the family room in the basement would offer a good place. She immediately got up and guided him by the root to the basement stairs. She told him to go down and get comfortable. She told him that she wanted to use the bathroom and freshen up a bit. A few minutes later, I heard the water running. She quietly came to the couch where I was laying and gently shook me to check my state of sleep. I muttered to her, faking deep sleep and then she stumbled towards the basement. She left the stereo blaring and the TV on to mask the noise that she would soon make as promised by Gary. She was dressed in her terry cloth robe. I couldn’t believe that my sweet wife had sucked off one of my best friends right in front of me and was now going to our basement to fuck him while I was in the house. I could definitely understand why Gary would want to have her. She was truly a prize. Now he was going to have her. My dick ached in anticipation of what would happen next. We had a large couch and a bed for guests in the basement in one large finished room. Along one wall, there are decorative mirrors that face the bed on the far side of the room. We also have a TV and a few other small pieces of furniture. From the stairs, you could see everything that happened on the bed by looking at the mirrors. I waited a few minutes to allow her to get down the stairs and get settled without her seeing or hearing me follow her to her rendezvous. I got to the top of the stairs when I quickly realized that they were not on the bed as I had thought. I could see him sitting on the couch in his birthday suite. Because of the darkness in the kitchen behind me, neither of them could see me as I crouched at the top of the stairs. She had lit a number of her candles for light as well as mood. Tonight the candles would provide enough light for me to see all. His growing cock looked bigger now that he had no clothes on. She stood in front of him still robed and her eyes feasting on his semi-hard cock. She untied the belt of her robe and allowed it to fall from her shoulders. He looked at her beautiful diminutive body with firm full breasts, tiny waist and heart shaped ass and smiled. In her nakedness, she stood there still gazing at his stiffening member. “You have a beautiful body. You’re an angel,” he complemented her as he held his hand out to her. She took his hand and kneeled between his spread legs. She looked into his eyes and gently grasped his cock. She began to lick it from the base to the tip. Over and over, she repeated this, occasionally stopping to swirl her tongue around the flared head. Every time she did this, he moaned. She worshiped his huge rod. The veins pulsed as she licked his dick. She looked into his eyes and smiled impishly. His dick was throbbing now. She was in love with his tool and I didn’t know if I could ever get her back. She got up, walked over to the bed, and sat. She motioned him to come to her. As he did, I slowly moved down the stairs for a better look. He sat beside her and kissed her deeply. She couldn’t keep her hands off of his cock. She was clearly infatuated with it. He pushed her back onto the bed and began to kiss his way down to her firm breasts. Her nipples were stiff with excitement as he kissed and licked her round mounds. She moaned. He continued down her belly and to the top of her bush. He then positioned himself between her outstretched legs and started to kiss and lick her inner thighs. He was teasing her and she was starting to get frustrated. He relented and his tongue found her hole. She moaned again and grabbed his head holding it to her pussy. He knew how to eat pussy by the way she was reacting. He slid a finger in and out of her hole while he licked her clit. This produced the desired effect. Soon he had two and then three fingers in her to “loosen her up”. She was moaning, her hips gyrating above the bed. I finally let my cock out of its prison. I was afraid to touch it because I knew I would shoot my wad immediately. She was moaning, panting, and going crazy on the bed. After about her fifth orgasm, he backed off. He slid up her body to where she could get his cock in her mouth. “Lick it and make it good and wet. I want this to be good for you,” he said. She didn’t have to be asked twice and wetly devoured his massive organ. After a minute, he removed his cock from her mouth and slid down between her parted legs. He placed his cock on her mass of wet pubic curls. He got up onto his knees and she bent her legs. He took hold of his pussy pleaser and rubbed it up and down her wet slit. I didn’t care about anything but watching this scene. It was the best sex I could ever have dreamed of in a porno movie. “Be gentle…” she said. “I’ll go slow. You’re going to love this.” he replied. After moments of stroking her pussy with the head of his dick, he started to enter her. It took patience and perseverance. He slowly rocked back and forth. With each stroke, he gained a little more penetration. She was starting to go crazy under him raising her hips to meet his thrusts. “Oh god, you’re sooo big! You’re filling me fuller than my husband ever has.” she moaned. “I’m only half way in. Just wait until I get it all of it inside of you.” he replied. He continued his short strokes opening her formerly tight twat to accommodate his huge cock. I didn’t think that she could take it all but he kept filling her. Finally, his big balls came to rest on her ass. He had stuffed her full of his giant dick and she loved it. He continued to fuck her with short, slow stokes. She panted, gasped and moaned as he slid his dick in and out of her wet hole. Her ass wriggled and writhed as he started to screw her with longer, faster strokes. She seemed to have an orgasm with each stroke. She placed her hands on his ass and urged him to fuck her harder. I thought I would see his cock coming out of her mouth any second. He fucked her for what must have been half an hour. “I can’t believe you’re fucking me sooo good…I could do this forever…. Ohhhhhh!” she panted. He was starting to yield to my wife’s tight cunt. His movements became erratic and he plunged as deep as he could, filling Sharon’s womb with his hot seed. She wrapped her legs around him the best that she could and held him tight while they both came. He continued to shudder and finally collapsed on Sharon. She kissed him passionately and he returned the kiss. They stayed like that for a long time. His hose was still connected to her like an umbilical cord. She rolled him onto his back displacing his cock from her now dripping cunt. Her cunt lips were swollen and her hole was gaping. She immediately went to work on his dick with her mouth. “What do you think you’re doing”? he smirked. “You’re going to fuck me one more time before we’re done,” she demanded. “I love your cock. I just had a half-hour of almost continuous orgasms and I want it again,” she conceded. “Easy girl. I think I can get it up once more if you just use that magic mouth of yours. You have to be the best cocksucker in the world,” he said. That must have been music to her ears because she went to work on him with a frenzy I’d never seen before. Soon his massive meat was at attention again and she was ready to use it. She crawled up to his mid-section and positioned herself on top of his organ. She slowly slid his entire length into her in one continuous motion. She rode him like she usually rode me but took him a lot deeper as he grasped her breasts. She was on a wave of orgasmic pleasure. He finally came again after about ten minutes. He told her he had to get home. He said he really enjoyed the sex and she said the same. I went to my couch and positioned myself in the same way as when she last saw me. She kissed him passionately at the door before he left. “I’ll see you later,” she told him. “Certainly…” he replied. She found a blanket and covered me. I heard the shower running and I finally came under the blanket after a couple of strokes. I will be seeing a lot of Gary in the near future and I think my wife will too. Lots of husbands fantasize with other men having sex with their wives but, what would happen if the moment comes? Would you close your eyes and pretend you are sleeping? From here… You may go and like my Facebook page so you receive free sexy stories directly on your wall. And if you want to read more awesome sexy stories right now? Please proceed to my home page. Photo: “Couch evening” by Tim RT with a creative commons license. Posted in Loving Wives | Tagged big cock, blowjob, cheating, cuckold, Drinks, Friends, MMF, oral, Voyeur | Leave a reply “Busy Fingers” by Otazel – FF Posted on 01/01/2014 by Sir Robert 4 Hayley and I first met when she and Mike moved in next door with their children almost nine years before. Paul figured it would be polite to invite our new neighbours around for ‘get to know you’ drinks, and firm friendships were forged between us all on that very night. Mike and Paul found they shared the same slightly dry and ironic sense of humour, an obsessive love of all things automotive, and the same desire to sit on wet river banks and try to drown worms, and so they became buddies on the spot, while of course Hayley and I shared the same affectionate tolerance of our spouses’ habits. As for the kids, well both Hayley’s twin boys and my own son, Andrew, soon seemed to take it for granted that they had two mums and that both houses could be called home. It was difficult, if not at times impossible, to keep them apart long enough to eat, something that occasionally resulted in the crafty little horrors enjoying two dinners. Apart the usual tiffs, when kids swear that their former best friend is now their most hated enemy, their friendships were as solid as those of their parents and seemingly heading for being just as long lasting. They were always together and with only seven months between them they could almost be mistaken for triplets, except that Andrew’s hair was just one shade of blond lighter. Because of the close bonds between our children, both juvenile and adult, it would have been impossible for Hayley and me not to be friends even if we had wanted it, which of course we didn’t. A couple of years older than me and naturally more assertive, Hayley became like a surrogate older sister to whom I could spill all my worries and heartaches and who would burden my shoulders likewise. The strange thing is that, even though she is the pushier of the two, she is physically so much smaller than me. She has always reminded me of a little blonde pixie, just clearing five foot tall and with a willow wand figure and a cheeky face, she was like a real life Tinkerbelle with added glasses. She seems so delicate, far too delicate to have the iron determination and resolve that I’ve seen in her on occasion, and in fact have relied on more than once. She turned into my best friend, my buddy, and a very good one too. Don’t get me wrong. I don’t mean that we lived in each others pockets or wandered in and out of each others homes without so much as a polite ‘anybody home?’ before entering, but we became very close even though we maintained our mutual privacy. That is, until one Sunday when she and I were left alone because the men-folk decided to get all fatherly now that the kids had all become officially teenagers, and take all three on their first fishing expedition. They would be gone all day and well into the evening and so it seemed natural that Hayley and I would also spend the day together. When I called around I found the strains of Bill Haley’s ‘Rock around the clock’ blasting from the open window and it took several knocks and calls before I finally got her to answer. She looked different somehow, but I put that down to a new slim-fit white top and tight pale blue jeans. As usual I was in old grey jogging bottoms and a loose shirt. Not the most elegant attire, I’ll admit, but it fitted my laid back mood. “Sorry Sue.” She apologised. “I’ve just come across some cd’s that Mike put together to play in an old car years ago. I bet we haven’t played these since the twins were little.” “Now that I can believe.” I told her as Fats Domino began to sing of Blueberry Hill. “We used to love rock and roll.” She grinned. “Music from our parent’s time, this is, but I still like it.” “So do I.” I told her truthfully. “Seems to just fill you with sheer fun, doesn’t it.” “Can you jive?” She asked suddenly. “Well, yes, but not very well.” I looked at her tight stone washed jeans. “And you’d better be careful if you’re going to jive in those. “I don’t know why not, they always used to. Let’s try anyway.” She jumped up and rolled up the rug before turning to me expectantly. Her enthusiastic grin and extended hand were all it took to persuade me, and we spent the next forty minutes spinning and twirling to the sounds of Elvis, Little Richard, Chuck Berry and all the other greats of the late fifties, laughing like drains at our own antics and wondering if we would get ourselves committed if anyone saw us. Eventually the cd ended, and the years started had to tell anyway, so two thirty-something teenagers collapsed giggling and panting side by side onto the supple brown leather of her sofa. “Phew!” Gasped Hayley. “I’m thirsty after that, how about you?” I nodded between breaths and she bounced lightly to her feet once again, leaving me wondering at her stamina as she bent over the player to change the disc on her way to the kitchen. “The trouble with Mike is that he wasn’t all that good at labelling. There are a couple of discs here that don’t give even a hint of what’s on them.” She waved a pair of home recorded cds at me before slotting one of them into the player. “Never mind, let’s play them anyway, that way we’ll find out.” As she straightened the unmistakable sounds of ‘Tiger Feet’ issued from the speakers. “Yeah, that’ll do.” She headed for the kitchen, throwing a comment over her shoulder. “Must be the seventies cd that he thought he’d lost.” Now, when Hayley had spoken of needing a drink I had images of a nice hot morning coffee, or maybe even tea, but she came back with two glasses in one hand and a bottle of white wine trapped under her arm, waving away my unspoken protest with a quick imperious flick of her other wrist. “Yes, I know.” She put the bottle and glasses down and went to the cabinet in search of a corkscrew. “I know it’s still morning and we haven’t eaten yet, but regard this as the sort of liquid lunch that our hubbies have at work and you’ll see that it doesn’t matter then.” I couldn’t argue with that, especially when a plate of pretzels appeared beside my wine, and so I shut up and drank up. By now Slade had replaced Mud and there was no way I could prevent my foot from tapping to their wild invitation to ‘Take me back home’. T-Rex followed Slade with ‘Get it on’ and Hayley refilled my glass. “I used to think T-Rex had such a sexy sound.” She told me. “Don’t you now?” I asked. “Yyesss.” She said hesitantly. “Maybe I just don’t like to admit anymore.” “Oh, I don’t mind.” I smiled. “I’ll readily confess that any music that throbs will have me doing the same in short order.” Hayley laughed. “I’ve never heard it put like that before, but I know what you mean.” Seventies classic followed seventies classic until disc and bottle were finished and Hayley got up to refresh both. Once again my protests went unheeded, but by then I wasn’t protesting too loudly anyway. The music was now pumping classic rock and the wine was generating a nice warm glow, and so what if I was getting very slightly squiffy, I didn’t have to drive anywhere. And in any case the conversation was getting sillier than it would normally have done and both of us were laughing more loudly by the minute. Then Hayley started a seated version of head-banging in response to ZZ Top, and I suddenly realised what was different about her appearance. Her hair was shorter, more a pale straw mop top than anything else now. “Have you had your hair trimmed?” I asked her in surprise. “You mean you can see through these jeans?” She replied, giggling madly. “Silly girl.” I tried to answer before dissolving into laughter, but the rest of the reply was punctuated by fits of giggling. “I meant the hair on your head, not that down below.” When our laughter finally subsided and ZZ Top had given way appropriately to Queen’s ‘Don’t stop me now’, I just had to ask…. “But do you trim your pussy hair?” “No, do you?” I had to admit that I did, because for a blonde I have quite a luxuriant growth when it’s left to its own devices and I quite like wearing bikinis when I can. “Well, yes.” I frowned a little at having to divulge such personal information. “If I didn’t it would show around my bikini, doesn’t yours?” “No.” The exceedingly innocent look that accompanied her too brief answer made me suspicious. “Okay, I’ll buy it. Why not?” “I don’t have to trim it, because I shave it.” Now that was an answer I didn’t expect. I thought only porn stars and models did that. “Really! Why?” “Well for one thing I think it’s more hygienic, you don’t get so sweaty and yucky in summer, and for another thing….” She paused briefly, her face colouring slightly before she went on. “And it’s so much nicer when Mike touches me, especially when he goes down on me.” “I bet that second reason is the real one.” I told her laughingly, wondering silently what it would be like. “I refuse to answer that question on the grounds that I might incriminate myself.” We both fell apart giggling, me harder than Hayley because I could see her red face. “Now don’t be shy.” I waved an admonishing finger at her, trying to pretend I was serious. “If you like oral sex, just say so. You don’t have to hide your little foibles from me.” “I do, I do!” She laughed. “I just love a tongue in my trough.” “Me too.” I told her. “Makes me cum like an express train.” It must have been the wine combined with the music, but I was feeling much more candid than I should have been. “How do you like it done? Do you like your clit sucked, or a tongue inside you?” “Either or both. Having my pussy licked gets me going however it’s done.” “Can he make you cum, or is it just a lead up to a good fuck?” “Such language Sue!” She replied on mock horror. “The answer is both again, and will you kindly stop talking about it; I’m feeling bloody horny as it is without you making it worse.” It was the wine and the music! Hayley went to fetch more wine while Boston told us it was ‘More than a feeling’, much to our mutual amusement. When she returned she opened the bottle, refilled our glasses and sat herself down beside me again. “Now you tell me what you like. It’s only fair.” “The same as you.” I admitted candidly. “When Paul puts his tongue in me, or when he licks my clit, he can very easily have me climbing the wall.” “Must make sex difficult with you halfway up the wall!” She chuckled. Obviously the conversation was not going to get serious, even though the subject was getting more and more personal. I didn’t mind, the mirth took the edge of any embarrassment as, for the very first time since we’d met, we openly discussed our sex lives. “Haven’t you tried it?” I asked in mock surprise. “It’s brilliant so long as you hang on tight to the picture rail.” “Humph! The next time you try it let me know and I’ll come around and watch.” “Ooh! Kinky!” “What else do you like?” “Do you want to know my darkest secret?” I asked her, filled with a sudden urge to admit to anything. “Go on then. You tell me yours and I’ll tell you mine.” “I love having my bottom smacked.” “Really!” She sounded intrigued though clearly surprised, but I didn’t care. “Really. Sometimes when we’re messing about Paul will put me over his knee and spank me, and that gets me so damn randy I’ll let him do anything he wants.” Even thinking about the delicious pain that came from a good spanking was getting to me, and I could feel my pussy beginning to respond. “Mike wouldn’t do that to me.” She shrugged. “There’s something else I’d like to try that he won’t do either. “What’s that?” For some reason it seemed that she needed me to ask. “You know we were talking about when he goes down on me?” I nodded encouragement. “Well, sometimes he likes to finger me while he sucks my clit because he knows it really get me going, and the best thing he’s ever done was one day when he put two fingers up me and then accidentally shoved another one into my bottom. He let it stay there while he licked my clit, and it made me cum really, really hard.” That did surprise me, but there must have been more to it and so I waited for her to continue. “But what I’d really like is for him to do it in my bottom, you know what I mean?” I thought I did, but I couldn’t actually believe she meant it. “You mean…?” I let the question hang. “Yes, I’d just love it if he would put his cock in and fuck my bottom properly.” She shuddered as she told me and I saw her subconsciously run her hand hard across the crotch of her jeans in answer to the sensations in her pussy. Talking like this was getting to Hayley just as much as it was me. We sat in silence for a minute or so. “Have you ever done it?” She asked me. “No, But I think I might like to try it sometime.” Actually, that was only a half truth because anal sex wasn’t high on my sexual wish list, even though the idea had crossed my mind once or twice. “If you do, tell me what it’s like, because Mike just won’t even try it once.” “I promise.” I told her, wondering if I ever would. “Sometimes I fantasize about it when I masturbate.” She confessed unexpectedly, once again running the flat of her hand across her denim covered pubes. “I’m not sure what I think about when I’m doing that.” I told her truthfully. “I usually just get carried away with what I’m doing.” “That tends only to happen to me when I use my vibe.” Hayley gazed off into the distance. Her breathing was becoming noticeably heavier from an obviously growing arousal and one hand was now resting provocatively between her legs, just gently cupping herself, the other lying loosely on her thigh. I watched with interest, especially because I too was getting hot under the collar. “How do you do it?” She asked me suddenly. “How do I do what?” I asked unnecessarily, knowing exactly what she meant and feeling embarrassingly willing to explain. “How do you bring yourself off? I mean do you use a vibe, or your fingers, or what?” I considered what to say, mainly because I don’t have a vibe, or even a preferred technique, it’s just whatever I feel like doing at the time, although lying with my legs apart and two fingers massaging my clit is by far my most common method. Hayley interpreted my pause as reluctance. “I mean, I love to play with my clit, but sometimes, when I’m nearly there I like to cram a couple of fingers right up inside myself.” She stopped talking, but her fingers were clutching firmly at herself through the material of her jeans actually, and I couldn’t help but watch. “God, but Mike’s in for a session when he gets home.” She exclaimed. “I feel so bloody horny I can hardly wait.” Her hand had now begun actually massaging her pussy through her clothing. “Sometimes.” She returned to the subject of masturbation, her voice sounding tighter from her arousal. “Sometimes I like to roll on my side and push a finger inside my pussy from behind, and then reach between my legs with my other hand and put another finger up from the front. Does that sound too weird?” “No, it sounds like fun actually.” I’d never tried it, and I’m not sure I have the required suppleness, but I can see how it would work. “If you do it, pull your hole open with the two fingers when you cum and you’ll keep cumming for ages.” “I’m not sure I could reach.” I told her, the idea triggering all sorts of beautiful feelings inside me. “Try it.” She was rubbing her crotch quite unashamedly now, playing with herself through her clothes and staring into the far distance. We sat there in silence for a while as I watched Hayley stimulate herself, rubbing and massaging her pussy and occasionally licking her lips, her breathing now clearly audible. I didn’t know what had triggered all this with her, but she was turning me on something awful, and Paul was also going to be in luck tonight. I could feel my own lower lips opening and dampening the insides of my cotton briefs. I thought at first that she would play for a minute or two and then sort of realise what she was doing and stop, looking embarrassed and guilty, but as the seconds ticked away I came to the conclusion that things had taken over and that she was caught up in her own need. That was an awkward moment. I didn’t know if I should say something, if only to remind her that someone was there, or to just let her get on with it and see what happened. I watched her actions with a flutter of envy in my chest, but then I noticed that my own hand was cupping my breast over my shirt, and then I just kind of let things ride. Anyway, it felt so damn sexy to touch my own breast while someone else was present, even if it was over my clothes. As I watched Hayley closed her eyes and leaned her head back on the sofa, letting her feelings take over entirely and ignoring me completely as she squeezed and massaged herself. I wondered how far she would go, and if she just might bring herself off that way. The idea that my friend just might make herself cum while I was there gave me a mini adrenalin rush, making my heart beat faster and my mouth go dry. My other hand wandered down between my legs. It happens that I’m left handed, and because I was sitting to Hayley’s left I was able to stroke myself without the movements attracting her attention, and I sat beside her surreptitiously doing exactly what she was doing so much more overtly. While ever she had her eyes closed I thought I could play with myself without embarrassment, though I suppose it that was really me justifying my actions to myself. I would, I told myself, stop the second her eyes popped open. God, but it felt so damn good. My jogging bottoms are thin and soft and it was almost like feeling my naked flesh as I sat there. I could feel that my pussy was swollen and gaping and I just knew that I was sopping wet. It was so exciting, so daring, and so sexy to have one hand on my breast and the other between my legs and not be caring that I had company. Soon I was carried away just as much as Hayley. “Oh Sue.” Hayley’s voice sounded almost guilty, and as my eyes swivelled around to look at her I saw a slightly apologetic look on her face as she watched my hand playing between my legs. My fingers stopped abruptly and I gazed at her in shocked embarrassment, but then a little smile fitted across her features and I noticed that she hadn’t even paused in her play. “Don’t stop Sue.” She pleaded quietly. “Then I won’t have to.” I nodded and we both knew that we would keep going to the end. I looked over at her wondering what was going to happen next, but then, still looking straight at me she unbuttoned her jeans and pulled the zip down. I wanted to look down at her but she had me pinned in eye contact and I just stared straight back into her face as, out of the corner of my eye, I saw her hand find its way inside the pale blue panties revealed in the vee of her open zip. She hadn’t pulled her jeans down at all, she just burrowed her way inside until a little gasp and a tremor in her face told me that she had found her pussy. I felt adrenalin surge through me once more as she leaned back again, closed her eyes and started to play. There was no mistake now; Hayley was masturbating, her fingers moving inside her clothes with the express intention of giving herself pleasure, and if she was doing it there was very little reason why I shouldn’t give way to my own urges and follow, if only I could get up the courage. I wasn’t feeling quite as uninhibited as Hayley, not at that moment anyway, and I’m not sure if I could have coped with having to do something as blatant as unfastening jeans and pulling a zip down, but I was able to slide my hand discreetly under the waistband of my joggers without having to do anything that could possibly be interpreted as undressing. I know that might sound silly and pathetic, but with my heart racing at my own boldness already, it probably made the difference between me following suit and backing away from the whole scene. My hand found its way first under my waistband, paused a moment while I gathered my nerve, and then wormed its way inside of my briefs, the sensation of my pubic hair on my fingertips feeling suddenly so much more intense. I paused again with my fingers resting in my fuzz as I looked carefully at Hayley, wondering if she realised what I was doing. Her eyes seemed to be still closed, though it was difficult to know for sure through a window reflected in her glasses, but her mouth was slightly open and she showed no sign of feeling anything outside of the sensations she was generating in her pussy. I pushed my hand deeper into my briefs, letting out a tiny involuntary gasp as I finally found my target. I shot another anxious glance at Hayley before letting my fingertips begin to play earnestly with my clit. It was confusing and exiting, part of me not caring about trying to make myself cum in Hayley’s presence while another part of me was already squirming with shame and embarrassment at what I was doing. Looking closely for any sign that Hayley might open her eyes I began my customary circular movements on my button, rubbing softly around and around my hood to tempt my clit out from under its cover. Hayley moved her free hand from her leg, the sudden movement making me jump nervously, but she was only doing it to touch her breast, just as I was already doing. But while I was simply holding my boob cupped in my palm, Hayley immediately began kneading and massaging hers, clutching it tightly in her fist before pressing the flat of her hand against it as if to make her pert little breast smaller still. Once again I followed suit, pressing my hand harder onto my own breast, squeezing and manipulating it, feeling my nipple hard and erect beneath my clothes. I wanted to do more and, still looking carefully sideways at Hayley, I slid first one finger and then two under the fabric of my shirt and into my bra. My flesh felt hot and eager to be touched, and I pushed my fingers further in, finding and rubbing my bullet of a nipple. The sensations were fantastic, both mentally and physically, and I slipped my entire hand inside my bra to enhance the feeling. Now the fingers of both hands were busy, rubbing and stroking the different parts of me simultaneously, and my breathing began to deepen as arousal took over. Again Haley’s hand moved, and once again I flinched, this time guiltily pulling my hands from both between my legs and from my bra, but once again it was a false alarm. Her eyes remained closed and she ignored my presence, seeking to work her hand under her own top and to fondle her breast. But her top was much tighter than my shirt and she had to push it up in order to get beneath it, bunching the cloth into a band under her bra. That didn’t make things any easier and, after struggling for a few moments to wriggle her hand under the constricting material, she finally gave up and pulled it back down. I felt a twinge of disappointment at her apparent admission of defeat, and this was turned into one of momentary alarm when she also withdrew her hand from her jeans. My own hands were now folded innocently over my stomach because I didn’t have the nerve to continue alone, but I was so damn randy and I really didn’t want things to end. My mind was caught between trying to figure how to make her continue and how to get up the nerve to do it myself if she didn’t. But once more I needn’t have worried. Still keeping her eyes firmly closed, as if being unable to see her companion allowed her to pretend she was alone, she removed her glasses and placed them carefully but blindly on the table beside her, her fingers cautiously walking the gap between sofa and table, then she crossed her arms and grasped the hem of her top, pulling it up and over her head in one smooth movement and the discarding the unwanted garment on the floor beside her. I watched in delighted amazement as she then leaned forward to unhook her bra, letting that also fall onto the floor. She opened her eyes for just a moment to look across at me and flash me a shy little smile before closing them and resting back on the sofa once again to leave me staring at her naked torso with surprise and pleasure. Yes, we’d been friends for a long time and yes, I’d seen her topless before, but that was on a beach and in an entirely innocent context. This time the context was sexual and the fact that she was able to be that free in my presence made me feel good inside. Don’t get me wrong, I’m straight so I didn’t fancy her, but it was still exciting and daringly intimate in a strange but nice sort of way. I was seeing my friend in a new light, looking at her from a completely new point of view, and I was immediately struck by her tan, almost as if I’d never noticed it before. It wasn’t a heavy browning, but a kind of vibrant golden tone that beautifully set off her blonde locks and the white mark of her bikini outlined breasts. Her nipples were small with a well defined dusky pink aureole and suited her build exactly. She was beautiful by any standard, and I suddenly saw in her a very sexually alluring woman. She thrust her right hand back inside her jeans, raising her bottom briefly to get herself some room, working her fingers under her panties and sighing quietly as she found her pussy once more. Her other hand had now found her naked breast and was rolling the nipple between her fingers, squeezing and tugging it slightly to turn her breast into a lovely little pink capped peak. I watched unashamedly, relieved to be pushing my own hand back under my waistband and into my briefs, searching for my wet and puffy cleft again and the pleasure I knew it would give me. My two fingers found my button and I began rubbing it gently, unconsciously matching my movements with those of my companion. For a few minutes we sat side by side, silent apart from occasional little gasps of pleasure and excitement, and played with ourselves. Hayley sat with her head back and her eyes shut, making the leather of the sofa creak by wriggling occasionally against the constraints of her jeans, while I sat gazing at what we were both doing and taking defiant enjoyment from our sudden lack of inhibitions. Then, opening her eyes and looking directly at me for just a second, Hayley took her hand from inside her panties, gave a slightly embarrassed shrug, hooked her thumbs into her jeans and pushed them down before raising her legs into the air and pulling them off completely. I thought for one delicious moment that she was about to strip off completely, because when she straightened from discarding her jeans she hooked her fingers into her panties as if that last wisp of a garment was about to join the rest. But instead she hesitated and then, as if courage had suddenly deserted her, simply adjusted them, seating them more snugly around her pussy. Even so, dressed in just tiny blue panties that were hardly more than a thong, she was all but naked and very, very beautiful. One hand now lay over those panties, cupping her pussy, letting her fingers mould and fondle her flesh, while the other went back to doing likewise to her naked breast. Her legs were spread wide now, as far open as she could get them while seated next to me and so wide that her knee was bumping softly and regularly against mine as her hand created movement. I deliberately opened my own legs that little bit wider, just to ensure that the tiny erotic contact continued, strangely hoping that Hayley could feel it too. It was difficult to reach right down inside my undies to find my entrance, so I settled for playing with my clit, a little bud that was now peering hard and aroused from under its hood, skittering my fingertips over it as lightly as my panties would allow, pushing them away with the back of my hand as I played. I could feel just that vague warmth building within my pelvis, a beautiful little fire that I wanted to stoke into the fierce blaze that could soon consume my body. I wasn’t sure how Hayley would react, or even how I would feel, if I climaxed beside her, but I knew it just might happen. Hayley’s breathing was deepening, happily revealing that she too was feeling the effects of arousal as she rubbed hard along the length her pussy, pushing her fingers and her panties a little way inside herself and tightening the flimsy blue material until it outlined her labia. I couldn’t help myself, I leaned forward to watch, nearly trapping my own hand between my legs but feeling a tingle of excitement at the sight of Hayley’s busy fingers. I leaned back, the image of her outlined pussy clear in my mind, and opened my legs once more, battling with the restrictive waistband as I felt for my pussy once. It was so difficult to masturbate effectively under layers of clothing and I wondered if I had the courage to do as Hayley had done and strip down to just my own underwear, though even that had it’s limitations. Then I wondered if Hayley had intended to take everything off, but had been put off by my still being dressed. I gathered my nerve and determined to do something about it. It took me a few moments and several deep breaths, but then I began to undo the buttons of my shirt, still stupidly trying hard not to let Hayley know what I was doing. Why I felt the need to do that I’ll never know, after all, she was bound to notice the minute she opened her eyes. I could hardly hide the fact that I’d taken most of my clothes off, could I? Besides, I had already admitted to myself that I was doing it as much to persuade her to take that last piece of clothing off as I was for my own benefit. But then, I also don’t know why I so wanted to see her naked, because girls don’t turn me on. The only thing I can think of is that it was the childlike thrill of being naughty, of doing something that we shouldn’t be. With my buttons finally unfastened I took a sideways look at Hayley and leaned forward to slide it from my shoulders and pull it loose. Another quick look to make sure she had her eyes still closed and I reached around to unclip my bra. By now my heart was pounding so much I was sure she’d feel the movement through her seat, but I managed to do it and my bra joined my shirt in a heap beside the sofa. I felt so daring, so bold and yet so vulnerable. I was determined to go further, but it took me all my bravado to stop myself from covering my breasts with my hands and just sitting there frozen. Hayley sprawled beside me, her head resting on the back of her seat, her eyes closed but her lips slightly parted, sitting with her legs spread as wide as she could and with her fingers still kneading her pussy through the thin material of her panties. I looked at her hard, making sure that she was still unaware of my actions, and at the same time plucking up the courage to lose my joggers. She looked beautiful, so serene and so sexy, giving tiny gasps of pleasure as her fingers massaged her vulva. I retook the decision; I was going to do the same. One last look and one last deep breath. I hooked my fingers into my waist, lifted my bottom and pushed, intent on getting my joggers out from under my behind in one go, so that I could remove them completely. But the gremlins struck and as I pushed I felt the fingers of one hand snag in the top of my panties, dragging them down at that side, and doing it too quickly for me to react. I sat down in a panic, the jogging bottoms gathered at mid thigh but with a crumple of red and green stripes bridging them to my hip where just one half of my briefs had tried to follow. I prayed that Hayley wouldn’t look. She sat with glamorous blue silk covering her shaven pussy, relaxed and tranquil, while I crouched beside her, my eyes wide with alarm, and with my sensible striped underwear pulled down to reveal a good portion of my pubic fuzz to whoever wished to look. The contrast could not have been greater. For a few seconds I froze, heart pounding and mind racing, wondering how best to quietly get out of the mess I was in. I wasn’t sure which way to go, but there was really only one practical answer and, bizarrely, as soon as I recognised the fact I knew it was the solution that I wanted anyway. I lifted one hip slightly and then raised my legs to slide both joggers and briefs down together, pulling them from my feet before lowering them, throwing my clothes to the side and to allowing myself to rest back, totally naked and panting with fearful excitement. I cupped my breast in my hand, squeezing hard and sending a shiver of enjoyment down my spine, resting my other hand flat on my stomach, wanting to touch myself again, but not yet able to take that last step. My mind raced, proud of my boldness but scared of what was happening, and my heart hammered with pure exhilaration, but most of all my pussy throbbed with need, wanting to be touched, to be rubbed, massaged, or pretty much anything that would make my embryonic orgasm a reality. Beside me Hayley moved and my head shot around to find her eyes open and gazing at my body, a delighted smile on her face. She immediately hooked her fingers into her waistband and eased her panties down, lifting first one leg and then the other to remove them, not caring that in doing so she revealed the pale shaven lips of her pussy and the deeper pink of her slit. She was so at ease with herself that I no longer worried about her looking at me, we were just two women being naked in each other’s company. “Thank you.” She told me as she tossed that last remaining garment away. “I wanted to, but I just didn’t have the bottle to do it first.” “I didn’t think that I had either.” I told her, more truthfully than she realised. “Can we both go all the way?” She asked unexpectedly, catching me completely wrong footed. I stared at her, confused and anxious, half wondering if she meant what I dreaded she might. “No!” She said loudly, suddenly comprehending. “I didn’t mean that. I mean do you think we can make ourselves cum while we’re together.” I giggled at my own mistake, happy and reassured that she wasn’t a closet bi after all, and now wanting without doubt to do just as she had suggested. “I thought that’s what we were going to do anyway.” I told her. “Me too, but I was just checking.” We smiled at each other. Nothing mattered now. We had explicitly admitted to each other what we wanted to do and so both guilt and embarrassment promptly disappeared. “Shall we?” I asked, still not quite confidant enough to take the lead. “Let’s!” Hayley settled herself in her seat, opened her legs once more and, with me looking freely at the visible top part of her smoothly shaven slit, she ran the flat of her hand down her body until her fingers disappeared over the edge of her pubic bone. I could only see the top of her labia and her rhythmically moving knuckles, but I knew she was rubbing her clit and I finally got the nerve to follow suit. There was no holding back anymore, we both watched each other play, our gaze roaming openly up and down each others bodies. Sometimes we would make eye contact and we would give each other a little smile of pleasure and encouragement, but mostly we watched what we were each doing, the visual stimulus adding to the sensations generated by our fingers. Both she and I were had our other hands over our breasts, reaching across our chest to the furthest one; Hayley playing mainly with her nipple, tugging and rolling it as she had before, while I massaged the whole full globe, gripping the soft flesh between my palm and my fingers, squeezing and manipulating it, feeling the lovely sensations add to those in my pelvis. We sat like mirror images, one hand below and the opposite one on our boobs, silent except for tiny noises of enjoyment and still but for the motions caused by our fingers and the tiny all over tremors those fingers generated. We were both absorbed in what we were doing and excited by not doing it alone for once. I began to get hot — God did I begin to get hot. The sensation of my fingers rubbing increasingly hard and fast at my clit and the gorgeous hurt that my hand was causing in my boob as I twisted and pulled at it, were getting me higher and higher, even without seeing Hayley twitching and moaning beside me. I’d never had an experience like it. I knew I wasn’t going to cum very quickly, maybe I was still a bit too shy for that, but it had all the makings of an earth-shaker when it did arrive. We sat there, our legs sprawling half open, knees touching and preventing us from spreading them fully wide but at the same time providing the sensation of a special contact, of an almost innocent intimacy as we brought ourselves closer to cumming. But it wasn’t quite enough. Both of us wanted better access, more freedom for our flying fingers and we were pushing against each others knees in an instinctive need to open wider. I’m not sure how, maybe I lifted my leg slightly, maybe Hayley wriggled hers below mine, but suddenly her thigh had burrowed under mine, stretching wide apart and letting me open mine also. For a moment it was uncomfortable and I wondered if my weight was hurting Hayley, but then my heel found purchase on the leather between Hayley’s legs and I planted my foot there, lifting the weight of my thigh from her but letting it fall further open to rest against hers higher up. I looked at my foot, resting so close to Hayley’s pussy, and glanced up at her face, seeking reassurance that it was alright to be there. She caught my glance and smiled, giving just a barely discernable nod of assent as we settled into our new and closer position. Instinctively we shuffled slightly nearer still until our bodies came into contact, our hips just touching lightly and my upper arm moving against hers as we played with our boobs. The contact was wonderful than before, making our masturbation a kind of joint venture instead of just something we each were doing separately but in each others sight. I felt a thrill of intimacy from the contact, a daring naughtiness that made me even hotter. Soon Hayley’s breathing got short and harsh, little gasping breaths as her orgasm came closer. She closed her eyes, squeezing them tight, grimacing and licking her lips as I watched. Her fingers were flying over her clit, rubbing frantically as the sensations became stronger, her body moving jerkily of its own accord, the movements turning me on even more as I watched her get ready to cum. Then she leaned forward a little to reach further, her fingers thrusting deep into her, the little wet noises easily audible as they moved so rapidly in and out. She let go of her breast, reaching out automatically and grabbing at my leg as it draped over hers, strong fingers biting high into my thigh two thirds of the way from knee to crotch. I watched with amazement mixed with both alarm and thrill, feeling her hand on my skin only inches from my own naked pussy. I could feel the beginnings of my orgasm, the warm spot inside me just beginning to expand getting ready to burst and erupt into climax. It would be lovely if I could come with my friend’s hand still resting on my thigh, and even better if we could both cum together. I rubbed harder at my clit, gripping it between my two fingers as they rubbed up and down, trying to make myself cum, looking across at Hayley’s face at the same time. She was obviously nearly there, her eyes were screwed up tighter than ever and she was biting at first her lower lip and then her upper, her mouth opening and closing to vent the little gasps of pleasure that she was now continuously making. I let go of my breast, placing my hand over hers as she continued to grip tightly onto my leg in an instinctive effort to maintain the contact. I didn’t want her to touch me, that wasn’t my thing, but I was getting such a kick from having her fingers so close to my pussy that I wanted to be sure in continued. I even slid my hand sideways from over hers to bridge the gap between her fingers and the closest of my pubic hair, making a kind of proxy contact and feeling wickedly pleased at the sensation. We were both in a race to the finish, Hayley ramming her fingers hard and deep into herself while I rubbed frenziedly at my clit, and both of us now gasping and whimpering with pleasure. We were so nearly there. It was Hayley who came first, jerking forward suddenly and letting out a long groaning cry as she pushed her fingers right up inside her, slamming them repeatedly into her pussy, her cupped hand pistoning back and forth to reveal then hide her fingers as I looked down over her pubes. Even her palm was glistening wet with her juices and the noise of wet hand smacking against wet pussy sounded beautifully sexy. Her eyes now shot open as she came and stared out into the distance, the glaze of sexual release preventing her from focusing her sight on anything specific. She jerked and shuddered, crying out loudly, unrestrainedly, as waves of pleasure ran through her, the cries tapering of to little whimpering moans as her orgasm ran its course and slowly subsided. Eventually she let out a long moaning sigh and her grip on my leg relaxed to signal the end of her climax. She looked over at me and smiled languidly. I’m not sure, but I think it was that slow, sexy, dreamily happy smile that did it for me and my own abruptly orgasm erupted inside me. It was, as I had expected, a massive orgasm, my whole body seemed to be flooded with sensations as surge after surge of white hot pleasure ran through me. Like Hayley I cried out, a single long cry of pleasure that rose and fell with the waves of ecstasy I was feeling. I arched my back, my mouth falling open and my toes curling tightly, the fabulous sensations making me dig my fingers into my breast as hard as I could to mix the pain with the overwhelming pleasure. I thought it would never end, wave of sensation followed wave until I felt myself nearly borne away on them, only vaguely aware of my surroundings, but always sharply aware of Hayley’s very welcome presence. Eventually the waves declined in intensity and I returned reluctantly to the real world, feeling spent and exhausted, but intensely happy and proud of myself, grinning like the proverbial Cheshire cat as my orgasm gradually faded away. For several minutes we sat panting, half laying half sitting, side by side on the sofa. I was both struggling to get my breath back and at the same time fighting to cope with the myriad thoughts and sensations that flooded through my mind. I’d never in a million years have dreamed of masturbating in anyone else’s presence, but I just had, and not only that but it had given me the biggest thrill I’d had for years. I let my hand relax on my pussy, as if too lazy to move it, my other hand sliding from my breast to lie by my side, resting between both mine and Hayley’s hips, in contact with both but deliberately touching neither. My leg was still draped over hers, and I still enjoyed the contact, but then she began to wriggle it out from under and I reluctantly lifted it away, understanding and not wanting to continue her discomfort. Her hand lost contact with my thigh, and then, as we settled more comfortably side by side, I felt her fingers interlace themselves with mine between our two bodies, and gave me a sort of quiet companionable feeling. We sat like that, holding hands and still naked, for what seemed a long while, each deep in their own thoughts, trying, on my part at least, to come to terms with what had happened and not wanting to talk about it until we understood it. We shot glances at each other from time to time, and all of a sudden our sight locked and we gazed directly into each others eyes. Hayley’s eyebrows raised in a kind of ‘how the hell did that happen?’ look, and I grinned my own lack of an answer in return. “Wow!” She exclaimed all at once. “I didn’t expect that.” “Me neither.” I agreed. “Good though, wasn’t it?” “Oh, it was good alright.” I told her, my chest still heaving slightly from the effects. “Good enough to do again?” [Continues on chapter 2: “Busy Fingers Ch. 2” by Otazel – FF] I have got horny each time I have read this sexy story but, maybe, the best part of it is that it has several installments and this one you have read is just the first of them. Thus and thanks to the permission granted by the author, Otazel, I will continue publishing the next parts in the following days. Pay a special attention to the blog, then, or subscribe to my posts using the form available on the home page, first thing on the right. The second best thing about this awesome story is that Otazel has written lots of incredibly sexy stories. 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Posted in Toys & Masturbation | Tagged bisexual, Busy Fingers, cheating, Dancing, Drinks, FF, Friends, Lesbian, Masturbation, Neighbours | 4 Replies “Christmas Post Party Went Out With A Bang” by HerHappyHubby – MMMF Posted on 12/23/2013 by Sir Robert Reply Kim and I were married in our early twenties, and by no means was she experienced in any way sexually, having been intimate with only me. In most ways it was great because she’d learned sex exactly the way I liked it. Still, I’d always thought she had a terrifically hot bod, and was pleased when I caught someone else taking notice of her charms. Deep down inside I always thought it would be hot to watch someone bury their bone deep inside her, and bring out the slut in my faithfully hot little housewife. Also I wondered if she’d ever thought about what it would be like, but of course she wouldn’t ever admit to something like that. Kim is about 5’3 with long dark curly hair, big brown eyes, and a smile that’d warm the cockles of your heart. It’s the rest of her body that warms most everything else. Despite her Italian heritage, she has the milkiest white skin, with huge perfect melon shaped tits. Rounding it all, she has killer thighs and just a great shape. I love it when she wears her boy shorts, or simply cutoffs with a tank top. Then again so does most all the guys I know. Anyway, during the first year of our marriage, we decided to make as many Christmas parties as we could that season, mostly my friends, and of course the company parties. It was after her company Christmas party that our life changing event took place. We’d cut out of the party about midway because it frankly was boring, except for some of the drinkers getting buzzed. She told me one or two even hit on her while I was away at the bathroom. Although she’d had a couple rum punches herself, she still wouldn’t admit anything, and didn’t seem like she was into it herself. We decided to have one for the road, and split. I asked the bartender to double hers up because I figured she’d never taste it anyway. I was right. I told her we’d stop of at Kevin’s to cop a little smoke to finish off the night with class. She was reluctant, but agreed nevertheless. When we arrived, I had to help her a little up the stairs as she was feeling the rum. It was great feeling that soft body moving against me as we staggered up the stairs together. Kevin opened the door and greeted us, giving Kim the once over. When I explained what I’d hoped to get, he ushered us into the den where three of his friends were already getting buzzed. After introducing us, and getting the general feeling I’d led my lovely bride into a den of wild men, we all had a couple hits off a joint that they were passing around. Kevin waved me over to join him in another room to score, but It was plain that the mirror we saw on the den wall was a two way mirror. I was glad to see I could still keep an eye on poor Kim as I’d left alone with the guys. I noticed Dave and Billy had moved to the couch on each side of her. Dave was talking her up, telling dirty jokes and sexy stories as she obviously was enjoying them. Billy had moved his hand onto her leg, starting at her knee, but had inched his way up onto her thigh. The black slip dress she was wearing wasn’t doing a very good job hiding her assets, and with his help was now above the top of her thigh high black stockings. She was leaning back talking to Dave who’d begun to stroke her arm and shoulder. I was beginning to wonder how far she would let them go, or if she had the willpower to stop them at all at this point. I wondered too if I had the willpower to stop them at this point. Kevin commented how attractive she looked tonight, and said he was surprised she’d let them get that far. I nodded as he continued to talk did I wonder how far she’d let them get before she stopped them. I said I bet she would stop soon, but would let it go as far as she would. He laughed. It wasn’t long until Billy was under the skirt and drawing little circles on the soft fleshy part of Kim’s inner thigh. Dave had started another joint and they each took a couple hits, adding to her excitement. Soon Dave had the straps down on her dress to where her tits were dangerously close to popping out. She gasped, I guess because Billy’s hand was now brushing her pussy mound, still covered by her silk panties. It seemed like this was the point where it’d stop, as she was putting up a little protest, but to no avail. the guys weren’t taking no for an answer. I began to get up to go help, but Kevin reminded me of our bet. “Let it play out a little more just to see. Sometimes the married ones feel they have to put up a defense, even though they want to.” I sat back down. Dave kissed her now with deep tongue kisses, and finally succeeded in exposing her tits, as Billy now had a full hand feel on Kim’s pussy, indiscriminately slipping a finger or two into her cunt. She was getting hot now, and all vestiges of protest were rapidly disappearing. Dave slid her down onto the couch where he was milking her tits for all they were worth, while his cohort had pushed up her dress, and slid off her panties. I was shocked seeing my wife act like this but very turned on as each moment passed and they got bolder. Billy’ s head went down between her legs, and he was doing an apt job of tonguing Kim’s pussy as she writhed around. Dave’s huge cock had appeared and Kim now had a lip lock on it. Watching Kim suck Dave’s cock gave me chills knowing how good it felt to have those lips on mine. After numerous orgasms, it was obvious that Kim was in heaven, being ravished like this. Todd who’d been sitting watching the whole ordeal got up and dangled his big black cock at her lips. We’d never even talked about interracial sex before, and here she was about to get her first taste of it. Well she handled them both like a pro, seeming to linger on Todd’s, as it grew before her eyes. It was a huge thing, and I began to imagine it buried deep in her cunt. I decided that I was going to be there when she lost her married cherry and see it firsthand when she got fucked for the first time by someone other then me. By the time I got in to the room Billy had positioned himself between her spread legs, and had begun to fuck her steadily. When she opened her eyes and saw me it was as if she’d completely lost control, and was lost in raw lust. After pumping my wife full of his sperm, Billy gave way to Dave, who likewise stuffed her pussy full. By this time, I was holding her hand myself, and along with Kevin sucking on her tits. When Dave finally crawled off, and Kim was still breathing hard, Todd began to stuff his black monster into her full pussy. It still took effort to get it in all the way, despite being full of cum. She seemed to love having it in her the way she moaned and bucked against it. It didn’t take long however until he too was finished. Kevin settled for spilling his all over her tits, which she now loves to have happen. I finally got a chance to fuck my bride after and she felt so loose and wet that it was an incredible feeling that I hope to one day repeat. After she got up to use Kevin’s shower, he gave me a smoke freebie, thanking me for not being uptight, and that he’d always wanted to into Kim thinking she’d be a slut if the circumstances were right. For her part Kim totally enjoyed the experience, and seems a more free spirit, and somewhat liberated, and although I have shared my lovely wife with Kevin post orgy, we haven’t repeated the gangbang of my wife. There’s always hope though that some night after a party… Now that I’ve gotten my wife literally over the first hump or three rather, it’s been a absolute pleasure that we’ve shared together over and over between the two of us. We’re still crazy in love, but share a newer deeper sense of intimacy. Try it, you never know, she may say… yes, yes, yes! It was a Christmas I’ll never forget. I know, I know, I promised that the next story I was going to publish was a naughty lesbian tale. Sorry but I came across this one and, being Christmas time, I couldn’t resist the urge to publish it right now. 😉 Merry Christmas to everyone! From here… Wanna buy yourself something sexy for Christmas? Have a look at this set to be my… lady in red. 😉 Want to read more awesome sexy stories? 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