Part I - The Beach My wife, Sandra, was attending a Real Estate seminar and I had been alone since the previous afternoon. I was feeling sorry for myself because it was my birthday and I was all alone in the big old house. I was wondering how to pass time on this long, lonely Sunday when our friend Erica phoned and invited me to the beach. Sandra and Erica went to college together and over the years Erica has almost become part of our household. She is always full of joie de vivre and fun to be around. “It’s such a lovely morning. Don’t waste it by sitting at home moping, I don’t want to go alone,” she said to convince me. We arranged for me to pick her up at her apartment. We were both reasonably sure that Sandra wouldn’t have a problem with me going to the beach with her best friend. The only thing she would be jealous of was the fact that she would not be able to accompany us. I dressed in an old pair of board shorts, dumped a few beers in the cooler, emptied my ice trays over them, grabbed a beach towel and left the house. She was waiting on the sidewalk in front of her apartment; two deckchairs, a beach umbrella, a cooler and a towel were piled in a colorful heap at her feet. I could not keep my eyes off her long, smooth, tanned legs. She was wearing a very tiny pair of denim cut-offs – ones that revealed the bottom of her tight little buns - and a tight tank top accentuating her firm breasts. There could be no doubt that she was a voluptuous woman. My thoughts went back to conversations Sandra and I had had about Erica. She once asked me if I found Erica attractive and I answered, “Yes,” because it was true. Sandra confided that she shared my opinion. Immediately these thoughts now made me feel guilty, and I tried thinking of something else. I helped her load the beach baggage and she hugged me and gave me a friendly kiss on the cheek. “Oh yeah, congratulations on your birthday.” “Thanks,” was all I could say before she continued. “It’s gonna be great. It is such a lovely morning, ideal beach weather. Thanks for agreeing to go with,” she enthused as we bundled all the stuff into the trunk. The streets were still quiet this early and we made good time. When we had traveled for a while, I said, “Thanks for the invitation. You’re right, it’s a great day. If I’d stayed home, I probably would have worked all day. Some way to celebrate your birthday, huh?” “That would’ve been no fun at all. Don’t worry, I promise that you will enjoy today. Really,” she answered and flashed a knowing smile at me. “Too bad Sandra’s out of town. She would enjoy the day at the beach too.” Although I convinced my self earlier that the outing was innocent enough, I still felt guilty about accompanying an attractive, unmarried woman to the beach, while my wife most probably sat listening to a bunch of self-centered real estate agents sing their own praise. Although I’ve known Erica as long as I’ve known my wife, I still felt uncomfortable being alone with her. She radiates a sensuality that makes you doubt your restraint. My only consolation was that I had never had reason to cheat on Sandra, as she was an absolute tiger in bed and kept me more than satisfied. The other sobering thought was that Erica would probably kick me in the nuts if I came onto her – before telling Sandra about my infidelities. “Park over there, across from the little pizza place. I know a nice spot close by,” Erica broke my reverie, and I realized that we had arrived. The beach, except for a few dog walkers, was relatively deserted, and we found a nice spot and quickly made ourselves at home. I placed the coolers in the shade under the umbrella and I opened two cold beers even before sitting down and handed her one. “Thanks,” she smiled. “Cheers. Here’s to a great day at the beach,” I answered. I stood watching her as she took the first sip – head back and eyes closed. A drop of moisture ran down her chin and neck and came to a stop on the slope of her breasts amongst the light dusting of freckles. I felt my cock stir beneath the thin material of my shorts. Irritated by the sudden betrayal of my body, I placed the beer in the sand next to me and jumped up. “Let’s go and test the water,” I called over my shoulder and started walking towards the surf without waiting for her. I didn’t dare to turn around. Why was I reacting in this way? This was supposed to be a perfectly normal day at the beach with a friend. “Whoa, wait up.” She ran and when she caught up hooked her arm through mine. I was conscious of the heat and form of her soft breast against my biceps and I was hoping that she wouldn’t look down, as I had a monumental erection which pointed at the ocean like a divining rod. “Come,” I grabbed her hand and ran into the breaking surf, diving through the first few breakers. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her; every time she emerged from the surf like a nymph - with water cascading from her auburn hair, over her shoulders and tits, her dark nipples were silhouetted and pushed against the thin material of her white bikini top. My own embarrassment was thankfully covered by the hip-deep water, as not even the shock of the cold water could diminish my erection. We played like kids, chasing each other and splashing water. Once, she miscalculated and I caught her in an embrace from behind. My stiff cock momentarily brushed against her ass and I quickly pushed away. She turned around – seemingly unaware – and started splashing water at me again as if nothing had happened. “Enough,” I spluttered and started wading ashore against the tide. I sank down onto the deck chair and immediately covered my crotch with a towel. I was confused by my reactions; it’s not as if I haven’t seen Erica in a bikini before, as she often joined us at home for a pool party. The rest of the morning seemed to pass in a blur, while the sun baked down and we drank beer. “I’m going for another swim, join me?” Erica said later. “Naw, I’m too lazy, you go ahead. I’ll just lie here and enjoy the view.” I couldn’t trust my own body’s reactions yet and didn’t want another embarrassing moment with my dick sticking out like a battering ram. “Enjoy the view, you say. Which view did you have in mind, exactly?” She teased. “Uhm, you know – the beach, and the surf. C’mon, you’re not seriously thinking that I’m ogling you, are you?” I answered in an indignant tone. “Okay, suit yourself. Enjoy the view,” she laughed and walked towards the breakers. I sat and enjoyed the view, which included watching her cute butt as it jiggled beneath the thin white material of her skimpy bikini panty. Most of the morning we just lay chatting and we found that we shared many common interests such as books and paintings. I found that I really enjoyed having an intelligent, platonic conversation with a beautiful woman, and it didn’t have to be my wife. Unconsciously, or perhaps too consciously, neither of us mentioned Sandra, and for a while, I must admit, I actually forgot about her. “Let’s go and have some pizza for lunch, my treat,” she said around noon. “I’m famished and there’s that place just across the road.” I agreed as I could feel the beers affecting me and I remembered that in my haste, I forgot to have breakfast. “Deal, but I pay for the wine, okay?” “Deal,” she smiled and got up. She pulled the tank top over her head and I had the opportunity while her face was hidden, to unabashedly study her. With her arms akimbo, her beautiful breasts thrust proudly upward. The nipples were still erect and visible through the thin material and I wondered what they looked like naked, and how they would feel in my mouth. Her stomach was flat and a small silver dolphin swung from her naval ring. My gaze took in her full, female hips and then focused on the hillock of her Mons Venus, where the damp cloth of her bikini panty suggested the slit of her pussy. Funny how I can hardly remember where I left my reading glasses last night, but I can clearly remember that there was not a hint of pubic hair in the soft skin of around the edge of the tiny bikini panty. I had the gritty towel bundled into my lap by the time she finished dressing, but she looked at me knowingly with her emerald-green eyes. Not only was there a lump in my shorts – mercifully covered by the towel – but also in my throat. I cleared my throat and she smiled archly while she combed her damp hair with her fingers. The restaurant was busy, but we found a table in a secluded corner on the deck under some Bougainvillea. Soon we were wolfing down chunks of Pizza Marinara and chasing it with glasses of cheap Chardonnay. We were hungrier than we had thought. A feeling of contentment washed over me and I ascribed this to the combination of surf, sun and alcohol. Suddenly and unexpectedly, I felt her foot between my legs and her toe caressing my bulging cock. I almost choked on my wine and she threw her head back and laughed. I was stunned into speechlessness. “Seems as if it jumps to attention often and readily, huh? Do you like it when I do that?” She asked innocently while hiding her knowing smile behind the rim of her wine glass, while her toes continued their ministrations. I thought that the answer was rather evident. After clearing my throat, I answered hoarsely, “Fuck, Erica, you drive me crazy.” The words had left my mouth before I could stop them. This time she laughed at my discomfort. “Hey, I didn’t know that grown men still blushed. At least you don’t beat about the bush.” I enjoyed her attention – that was abundantly clear – but I was angry about the helpless feelings that washed over me because I knew that she was in control. To crown it all, she also knew she was in control. “I… We should be going; I still have a report…“ “C’mon, how about some more wine? It’s still early,” she interrupted and without waiting for an answer, she called a waitress over, “Another bottle of Chardonnay please.” Meanwhile, her foot had found its way inside the leg of my shorts. Because I hate the feeling of sand in my underpants, I wasn’t wearing any and her toe touched my naked cock. “I like your reaction,” she said. “Stop! Someone might see.” “C’mon, we – all three of us,” she pinched my cock between her agile toes, “know that you enjoy it.” I couldn’t argue, I’d been betrayed by my body again. Admitting defeat, I opened my legs for easier access, hardly noticing the waitress, who had returned with the second bottle of wine. Much later, with a dull throbbing in my crotch, we returned to the car. It was damned hot inside and I opened the windows to allow cool air to circulate before we pulled away. After we had been driving for a while, she placed her hand on my bulging crotch and whispered in my ear, “I wanna suck your cock. Now.” “And if I roll the fucking vehicle?” I could already visualize it – there I was, flat on my back in the road next to the overturned car with a world-class hard on. “Don’t worry, you won’t. Just keep both hands on the wheel and your eyes on the road and leave the rest to me,” she admonished. Her fingers expertly fished my cock from the top of my shorts. A drop of clear precum oozed from the head and rolled down over her slim hand. “Mmm, looks delish – dessert,” she said and licked her lips. Erica kneeled on the passenger seat and bent forward. I felt her breath on the shiny-wet, purple head of my cock, just before she enveloped it with her soft, warm mouth. She sucked it deep into her mouth and then she played her tongue across the head, licking at the moisture while her clenched fist moved skillfully up and down my shaft. I looked down, but could not see the action, as it was hidden by her lustrous hair. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum if you carry on,” I warned in a hoarse voice. I wanted to cum in her mouth, but I didn’t say it. As if reading my mind, she looked up at me with those lovely green eyes and smiled, “Cum then. Cum in my mouth, I want to taste your cum.” She bent forward again and continued blowing me. Oh fuck, this was heavenly. “Oh, I… I’m cumming…” I muttered while my hand convulsively grabbed at her hair and I lifted my crotch from the seat as I felt the orgasm building in my loins. My warm seed shot down her throat in several pulsating bursts. After the final spasm, she continued licking the last traces of sperm from my cock and when she lifted her head she opened her mouth to show me the glistening white blob of jizz lying in the hollow of her tongue. Erica winked and swallowed it down with a content smile before licking her wet lips. “Do you like…” I didn’t quite know how to say it without it sounding cheap; without spoiling the intimacy of the moment. I remained quiet for a while and tried to organize my thoughts before asking, “Do you like it?” “Giving head or the taste of cum?” She asked innocently. How could she say it so offhandedly? It was evident that she liked sucking dick, so I answered, “Uhm... the taste of cum.” “Wow, yeah! A lot. Like I said earlier - dessert. The taste of fresh cum makes me totally fucking horny, and my pussy, sopping wet. “ My cock, still encircled by her fist, again throbbed excitedly. She felt it and gave it an affectionate squeeze before carefully – almost reverently – returning it to my shorts. I was staring down the road, but I could feel her frank gaze. Knowing that I probably looked as guilty as I felt, I wanted to avoid eye contact. How could she be so confident and blasé about the whole thing? Neither of us said anything until we stopped in front of her apartment. What would we have said? The car had barely come to a complete stop before she jumped out. “Thanks for a very nice day.” “You’re welcome,” I mumbled almost inaudibly as I stepped from the car – too conscious of the pleasurable numbness and the throbbing pulse in my crotch – and clumsily started helping her unpack the trunk. “You coming in for coffee?” Erica asked over her shoulder and set off towards the door without waiting for my answer. Speechless, with a deck chair under each arm and a damp spot on my shorts, I followed. Part II – Sensual shower and oral pleasure After the heat of the sun – and our little heated car ride – it was pleasantly cool in the apartment. “Oh, just dump all the stuff in the dining room,” she called as she disappeared down the passage. I leaned the deck chairs against the wall and as I straightened, I felt curiously light-headed. I wasn’t sure if it was from the alcohol or the fact that most of my blood was pulsing through my loins. Erica’s invitation to coffee suddenly sounded good. There was an old copy of Cosmo on the dining room table and I idly paged through it while waiting for her. I heard the slap of her bare feet on the cool tiles and when I looked up, she was standing in front of me, naked. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. “Would you also like to take a shower?” she asked while staring me straight in the eye as if challenging me to look away. I just couldn’t; my gaze was riveted to on the almost hairless plump promise of her pussy My cock was coming alive again. “Erica, I really have to be going…” I protested weakly, pointing at the door. “Aw, c’mon, I know you like what you see. Come shower with me; you can touch it while you wash me,” she held out her hand. Her soft voice was almost inaudible above the roaring in my ears. I was acutely aware of the hammering pulse in my crotch. Somewhere, far-off, I heard a siren, but it sounded as if it emanated from another planet. I put the magazine on the table and somewhat unsure, stepped closer, my gaze never leaving her lovely, inviting green eyes. The shower cubicle was too small for two and we had to take turns standing under the warm jets of water. She started washing me, first: my shoulders; my chest; stomach; arms and then my rigid cock – which she gently covered with soap. She expertly pulled the foreskin far back and washed the sticky head before rubbing her hand up and down along the length of the shaft. Soon my cock was covered in a thick lather. She looked me in the eye and said, “Like Xaviera Hollander said: If you don’t keep it clean as a whistle, it won’t get blown… “ My answer was a contented groan and I wondered how she knew about Xaviera Hollander. I knew that she didn’t run a column in Cosmo – at least not the last time I looked. “Now my turn,” she whispered as she handed me the bar of soap. She turned her back to me and I started washing her neck and shoulders. “Ouch!” “What’s wrong? Am I hurting you?” I asked in alarm and stopped washing. “No, carry on. I think the sun was more severe than I thought. You’ll have to rub my back with some after-sun lotion when we’re through showering.” I resumed washing: first her lower back and then with both hands, the swelling of her hips and then her tight ass. When my fingers approached the crease of her ass, she spread her legs wider and I accepted the wordless invitation. My hand slid between her ass cheeks and touched the rosebud of her sphincter; paused to feel the puckered flower and then continued its journey between her spread legs. Through the soapy lather, I felt a different, slicker wetness and my middle finger sank effortlessly between her cunt lips. She groaned and pushed with her ass against my turgid cock. My other hand encircled her and I started washing her tits; first one – kneading the hard nipple between my fingers - and then the other. “Oh fuck, you are making me so hot! Feel how wet my pussy is,” Erica breathed and turned her head to me. I kissed her and felt her urgent tongue exploring my mouth. Talk about hot, I thought while my stiff cock pushed into her butt cheeks. After the shower, we went to her room. She had handed me the after-sun gel, and lay across the bed on her stomach. Once more, I admired the curves of her body, from where the valley of her tanned back went over to the perfect hillocks of her smooth ass and then down across silky, firm thighs. I squirted a big blob of blue gel into my hand and kneeled on the bed next to her. “Brrr,” she shivered as I started rubbing the cool gel over her back and I could feel the goose bumps under my fingers. I spread the gel evenly over her whole back and up the slope of her ass. “Hey, I didn’t tan there,” she giggled. “I know, but they’re so fucking beautiful, I can’t help myself,” I answered. I started by rubbing her thighs, just above the knees and worked upwards towards her ass, where my thumbs caressed the crease below each butt cheek. Again, she groaned in contentment and spread her legs. Her deep-pink, shaved pussy peeped invitingly from the junction of her thighs. I was mesmerized by the sight and suddenly all my previous misgivings about this little tryst evaporated. I wanted her and I wanted her now! I whispered crassly: “Erica, I wanna fuck you.” She turned onto her side and smiled. There was unbridled lust in her emerald eyes. “I thought you were never gonna ask, but first I want you to eat my pussy. Sandra says you really know how to eat a girl.” I went rigid. Did my wife discuss our sex life with Erica? Erica noticed my distress and said, “Sorry, I didn’t mean it to sound like that. It’s just that she couldn’t stop telling me how good you are and I thought… I wanted… I want to experience it for myself.” She looked at me pleadingly and placed a hand on my cheek. “Well, okay then,” I answered with confidence as my male ego returned. I turned her onto her back, lifted her legs and roughly pressed her knees up against her tits. She was now completely vulnerable and accessible. Again, I sat and stared at her perfect body. Her lovely ass was spread wide, her asshole a soft wrinkled pink-brown and above it her eager pussy bloomed, inner lips swollen with excitement. Her clit peeked from its hood like a tiny soldier at attention. The soft skin around this lovely picture did not even show a hint of pubic hair. I bent forward and breathed the sweet, earthy smell of Erica’s excitement. My face was just about in her open cunt. I heard her gasp when my tongue pressed against the wet slit. Her juices were even sweeter than I had imagined and I wanted to slurp them up, but I realized that my so-called reputation as a master muff diver was at stake and thus only licked softly around the outer lips of her open, inviting pussy. Her groans of pleasure told me that I was doing the right thing and I felt her hands play through my hair, her nails raking my scalp. I suddenly flicked my stiff tongue across her clit and she pushed her eager crotch into my face while her fists closed painfully in my hair. “Fuck yeah; lick my hot clit…” she whispered breathlessly. I did, with small, light, slow anti-clockwise circles. I felt her thighs shivering on either side of my head and I heard her breathe faster. I sank my middle finger deep in her wet cunt, while I continued licking and when my finger was well lubricated with slick pussy juice, I removed it. Then I moved it in tiny circles around her sphincter and felt it involuntarily pout at my touch. I stopped licking and murmured, “Relax, I won’t hurt you.” She obeyed and my finger easily penetrated her ass. She uttered something between a groan and a sigh. Her asshole was warm and tight around my finger. I resumed licking her clit while she made soft mewling sounds. I continued for a few more minutes, licking faster and harder while I fucked her ass with my finger. “Oh God, It’s sublime. Please don’t stop now. I’m so close… I can feel… I’m gonna cum,” she moaned while pushing my head into her cunt. I lifted her up to my mouth using the finger that was knuckle deep in her asshole. “Oh God, I’m cumming NOW!” She shouted. Erica’s whole wet juicy cunt was in my mouth and I felt her clit throbbing against my spearing tongue while her asshole squeezed my finger just as I started gulping down the abundant flood of sweet pussy juices. I looked up and slowly withdrew my finger from her tight ass. She lowered her legs and I slowly crawled across her until we were face to face and then I kissed her deeply. She kissed me back, enjoying the taste of herself on my lips. When we had caught our breath she said, “As soon as my heartbeat gets back to normal, we’ll take care of your earlier request. Sandra was right to brag about your pussy eating expertise, fuck, you’re great! I never knew that it could be so absolutely heavenly… especially when you stuck your finger…” “That my dear, is part of the secret,” I answered smugly and rolled onto my back next to her. Part III - Request granted Together we lay languidly on the bed; I with my arms contentedly above my head and Erica with her head on my chest and her arm casually draped across my stomach. The soft, late afternoon sun that washed over us added to the feeling of drowsy contentment. “You’re suddenly quiet. Having regrets?” she wanted to know. “Nope, not at all. I was just wondering what other things you and Sandra discuss.” The regrets would come later, I thought. “C’mon, I said I was sorry. Forget about it, please. I shouldn’t have betrayed the confidence. Anyhow, her comment was meant as a well-deserved compliment.” I wanted to laugh out loud – we had just betrayed Sandra in a much bigger way. Strangely, I didn’t feel particularly guilty at the moment, but I knew that the self-recrimination would set in soon enough. I still couldn’t believe what I was doing. Actually, I should have gotten dressed and headed home, but I knew that I just had to taste that last piece of the forbidden fruit. Curiosity killed the cat… I was also curious to hear what else my dear wife had said about my abilities as a lover. “Really, I’m not pissed off about it. Tell me what else she confided in you.” Every man likes hearing how good he is in bed, whether he wants to admit it or not. “She said that your cock is about average size…” Thanks a million. That was a tidbit I could certainly do without. “… She also said that you know how to use it. “ I snorted. Erica quickly added: “I think she’s just spoiled, “because I think your cock is pretty big and especially thick.” To confirm her comment, she held my semi-erect shaft in her slender fist. Her touch immediately brought on a new tumescence. I looked at her face and then followed her gaze down across my stomach to where my erection rose a full hand’s width above her clenched fist; her thumb and other fingers did not quite meet around the circumference of the veined shaft. My cock head was a deep purple-red and shiny with precum. “She also says that you have quite a bit of staying power and that you are a considerate lover, minding her needs above your own. A man after my heart; few men are that considerate, you know. Usually it’s just wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am. Shall we see if her assessment was correct?” “Is this a challenge?” I asked, now even more keen to prove my wife’s comments; call it a warped sense of loyalty towards her. Anything to redeem myself; it was pathetic. I turned onto my side and once again admired her body. I played my fingers across her tits and watched in fascination as her nipples stiffened and darkened under my touch. I continued my explorations and lightly kneaded the firm orbs with my hands. Her stiff nipples were little balls of fire in my palms. She groaned contentedly. My hand caressed downwards, across her flat tummy until it reached the tiny triangle of hair above her hairless pussy and then ventured further south and I cupped her warm cunt in the hollow of my palm. It felt soft and moist. My middle finger once again easily sank into the welcoming wet slit. “Wow, it’s great when you touch me. You are so tender. I need to feel your big cock in me now,” she whispered and pressed me onto my back. “I wanna ride you.” Erica squatted over my crotch and I could see her erect clit where it protruded from between the swollen wet lips of her cunt. She took my shaft in her hand and expertly guided my cock into the wet cavern of her pussy. As she sank down, I caught my breath as I felt the earthy heat envelop my length – millimeter by agonizing millimeter – until I was completely embedded in her pussy. At first, she sat motionless; with her eyes closed and head back. Her lovely mouth was slightly open and her tongue flicked across her bottom lip. Her hands were on my thighs, behind her and she was breathing faster. I reached up with both hands, cupping a tit in each and started kneading. I could feel her heartbeat. She moaned and started riding my cock. “Your cock feels great in my pussy,” she murmured as her rhythm increased. I bruised her stiff nipples with my thumbs and forefingers and she said, “Yeah, touch my tits… pinch my nipples. Oh yeah…do it!” After a while, I removed one hand and moved it to her clit, and started massaging it with my thumb. She made that mewling sound again and then rode my cock with a new urgency. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum again. I’m… I… I’m CUMMING!” she screamed and jerked as if electrocuted. I felt her hot pussy spasm around my shaft, milking my turgid cock. She slowed down, opened her eyes and gasped, “Your turn. How do you want to fuck me?” “I want to fuck you from behind,” I answered unashamedly. “You mean in my ass?” I shook my head. Although I dearly wanted to fuck her ass, the uncertain tone and the look of shock in her eyes, made me answer, “No, just… you know, doggy-style.” “Mmm, yeah, I’d love that. It’s so… animalistic,” she agreed and dismounted before positioning herself on all-fours next to me. Yet again she was open and vulnerable in front of me. The excited inner lips of her pussy protruded enticingly. I kneeled behind her, took my cock in my fist and shoved it expertly into her sopping cunt – all the way. She caught her breath and pushed her ass back against my crotch. “Yeah, fuck me like that.” I didn’t hesitate and started riding hard, my hands holding onto her well-shaped hips. My balls slapped against her wet pussy every time my cock sank into her juicy hole. “Harder… fuck me HARDER!” she screamed and I thought that her neighbors would hear. I obeyed and pumped vigorously into her succulent cunt. The quiet room filled with the wet slapping of my cock in her pussy. Her hand kneaded my dangling balls, then moved across my wet shaft and onto her throbbing clit. “Ahhh… I’m going to…. Again… I'M CUMMING AGAIN!” She yelled and ground her hips into my crotch. I too was close and gave a final few pushes; I dearly wanted to cum inside her hot cunt, but that would have been tempting fate. “Ohh… fuck, here cums mine…” I groaned and just in time, I pulled my twitching cock from her drooling cunt. My cum shot in thick white ropes over the curve of her smooth ass. I pumped my cock in my fist, shooting spurt after spurt onto her creamy cheeks. “God, that was great,” she sighed as she rolled onto her back. I lay down on top of her, she wrapped her legs around my ass and kissed me deeply. I could feel the magnificent hot stickiness at the place our crotches touched. “I better get going,” I said as my eye caught the alarm clock on the bedside table. It was later than I realized. “Wait. I’ve still got a birthday surprise for you,” she smiled mischievously. What now? I thought and rolled over to look at her. Part IV - Ben’s Birthday surprise Exhausted, I placed my hands behind my head and lay back on the pillows. I watched in fascination as Erica jumped up from the bed and walked towards the door. Her soft tits and lovely ass bounced as she moved and the late afternoon sun bathed her in a golden light. “Just wait here, I’ll be back in a jiffy,” she called over her bare shoulder and smiled impishly. What surprise could she possibly still have waiting for me? I’ve had my fill of surprises for one Sunday, I thought. I was exhausted – drained – and starting to feel a little guilty. I must have dozed and the next moment, as if in a dream, I heard Sandra’s voice, “Nice day at the beach, Ben?” My eyes flew open and I sat upright. There, only feet away, stood my wife, one hand on her cocked hip. My eyes didn’t want to focus and I believed that she was glaring at me accusingly – or maybe it was only because I felt so damn guilty. Caught red-handed! Feelings of self-loathing, self-recrimination and self-pity wrestled for dominance. As a pathetic afterthought, I pulled a corner of the duvet over my crotch. Suddenly I felt embarrassed to be naked in front of the woman to whom I’d been married for 15 years! Suddenly my whole world was in turmoil – through my carnal indiscretions; my unbounded lust. As my eyes started regaining focus I imagined a mischievous smile tugging at her mouth, while there was a sparkle in her blue eyes. “Uhm… I… We… What are you doing here? I thought you were at the seminar?” “Well, it’s fairly obvious that I’m not, but as soon as I turned my back, the two of you are fucking like rabbits,” she answered. Her tone was not quite angry or reproachful, there was something else – a quality I could not quite place, maybe because it was so totally out of place in this situation – something between teasing and mockery. She sat next to me on the bed and crossed her long legs with a whisper of nylon stockings. I noticed that they were almost black, with a seam along the length of the calf and thigh. Her short leather skirt rode up her smooth thigh. I absently noticed that the outfit was a bit inappropriate for a Real Estate seminar, but now was not the time for me to talk about inappropriate actions. Sandra lifted the corner of the duvet and looked at my shrunken cock. “Shame, is it okay? It looks totally exhausted,” she said sarcastically. “Sandra, I… We’ve got to talk.” “Oh, but we are talking, Dear. Let’s talk about the first thing that comes up…” she smiled and took my limp cock between her fingers. Involuntarily it jerked to life as she skillfully pulled the foreskin back with her thumb and forefinger. “Ah, that’s better. Not completely dead yet.” I was speechless, stunned and afraid of the outcome of her games. She was too scantily dressed to hide a big kitchen knife somewhere and involuntarily the name Lorena Bobbitt flashed through my mind. Through the corner of my eye, I noticed movement and when I looked past Sandra’s shoulder, I saw a smiling Erica leaning against the doorjamb, arms casually crossed beneath her breasts. She was still naked. What the hell was going on here? Was this all some sex-induced hallucination? “Erika? Sandra? What the fuck is going on here?” Something was amiss. “You know that Sandra and I have been best friends since college,” Erica answered. She nonchalantly entered the room and sat on my other side. “Uhm, yeah?” I answered uncertainly. Where was this leading? “Well, best friends share,” Sandra interjected. Suddenly everything fell into place. “You mean the two of you…“ “…Planned every detail, my Dear,” Sandra completed my thoughts. “I told Erica about your fantasy of the two of us and another woman in a threesome. Erica wanted to be the ‘other’ woman if we ever made fantasy into reality. I honestly couldn’t see why not, we know her well, and we both find her extremely sexy. Viola!” Sandra threw her arms in the air and I noticed that her blouse was semi-transparent. She was not wearing a bra. “So, you returned early from the seminar-” “No, dummy, there was no seminar. I slept here last night. I’ve been here all the time – in the guest bedroom.” “Did you… have you been watching us?” I asked incredulously. It all still seemed unreal. “Oh sure.” There was a mischievous sparkle in her eyes and she put her hand between her legs then held it under my nose. The familiar scent of her excitement was unmistakable. “Just smell how horny it made me watching you.” “Did you see…” “Everything – from the start, even when you were in the shower. I had to restrain myself from bursting in here and joining you. When you started licking her pussy, I had to be content to stand in the doorway with my legs wide, fingering myself.” Good lord, I was certainly dreaming. There were no taboos between Sandra and me when it came to matters sexual, and we often discussed our wildest fantasies before fucking each other silly. I just never thought that this particular one would ever become a reality. “And now?” I asked. “Now, my dear husband, the two of us say Happy Birthday.” With those words she pulled her blouse over her head, exposing her heavy, full tits. Her areolas were bigger and lighter in color than Erica’s. Her nipples were also shorter, but thicker. I reached out and cupped the familiar weight of her breast in my palm. Meanwhile, Erica leaned across me and took Sandra’s other tit into her mouth. I looked on in wonder and felt my erection growing. My cock brushed against Erica’s tit and without looking down, she encircled the shaft in her cool fist. Sandra placed her hands on either side of her friend’s head and pushed her away from her tit. She bent forward and kissed Erica ardently. I felt another hand close around my cock shaft – Sandra’s. Together they massaged my rampant cock while their tongues explored each other’s mouth. I wanted to close my eyes in pleasure but I was afraid to be missing even a millisecond of this sensual tableau. As if by prior arrangement, the two women bent over my crotch and with long strokes, their tongues licked my cock from bottom to top. When they reached the top they licked at the copious precum, before their tongues intertwined in another kiss. “Ladies, if you keep this up, then… “I sighed, half reluctantly. I certainly had no qualms about cumming like this, but I had a feeling that they had something more exciting in mind. They stopped and Sandra said: “Oh no. That load of cum is not going to be wasted like that. That one’s gonna be just mine. C’mon, I want you to fuck me from behind and I mean in the ass.” I could hardly believe my ears. Christmas and Birthday all rolled into one! “Are you sure?” I asked uncertainly. We had only done it a few times before and although Sandra always readily agreed to it, I thought that she was doing it for my pleasure only. “Very sure. It’s incredibly intimate. I am mad about it.” She answered and moved onto all-fours. “You never said,” I answered in amazement. “But I also want Erica to come and lie beneath me, with her head between my legs so she can eat my pussy while you fuck my ass.” Erica immediately turned onto her back and scooted eagerly beneath Sandra, saying, “With pleasure, best pal. I haven’t tasted your sweet pussy since last night.” Again I was struck speechless. I could only stare at this picture through lust-filled eyes while the implications of Erica’s words ricocheted through my brain. “What about lube?” I asked after a long silence. “Fuck me in my pussy first, I’m already soaking wet. There will be enough juice for lube,” was her practical answer. Without further ado, I positioned myself behind her round ass and lifted the short skirt. Just as I expected, she wasn’t wearing underwear and her cunt was a lusty invitation at the junction of her spread legs. She was soaked; shiny strings of cunt juice ran from her pussy lips, down her thighs and onto the dark stockings. I took my hard cock in my fist and thrust my hips forward. It felt heavenly as I sank into the wet heat. “Oh yeahhh…” Sandra whispered and made her pussy more accessible by hollowing her back. Over her lowered head, I could see Erica’s wide-open, wet cunt. She was busy playing with her clit and the soft lapping sounds were in perfect contra-tempo to the wet slapping sound of my balls against Sandra’s cunt. “Sandy, lick my clitty, please,” Erica moaned in a little-girl voice. Sandra bent her head further and Erica lifted her long legs higher. When she started making those soft mewling sounds, I knew that Sandra had started licking her pussy. I couldn’t see the action as Sandra’s long honey – blonde hair covered them like a curtain. Thus, I gazed down to where my thrusting cock shaft was forcing Sandra’s engorged cunt lips wide. Once I was certain that my cock was wet enough, I withdrew. The whole shaft and the smooth, purple head were covered with a thick coating of frothy cunt juice. First I coaxed more of the thick sticky liquid from her open cunt with two of my fingers and then smeared it over her sphincter. The dark pink rosebud contracted reflexively under my ministrations. When I felt it relax, I thrust one, then both fingers deep into her tight asshole. I heard Sandra groan pleasurably into Erica’s wet pussy. Carefully, I withdrew my fingers and moved closer with my greased cock. I pressed the purple-red helmet of my cock head against her puckered asshole and then slowly though firmly pushed forward. Her sphincter relaxed and welcomed my cock. With just the head inside her tight ass, I stopped, allowing her to adjust to the invasion. She lifted her head from Erica’s steaming cunt and said to me over her shoulder, “Push… all the way. Fuck, I’m ready for your cock. Please, fuck my ass. I want to feel your whole cock deep in my asshole, baby.” I didn’t hesitate and with my hands firmly on her hips, I penetrated her tight, hot ass completely until my balls slapped wetly against her open pussy. When I started fucking, I felt a tongue licking at my dangling balls. I realized that Erica was busy alternatively licking my balls and my wife’s open cunt. I was in heaven. For a while, soft grunts and mumbles, together with the wet sounds of enthusiastic sex were the only sounds in the room. Suddenly I stiffened as I felt a hand between my butt cheeks. A slim, wet finger blindly felt for my puckered asshole. It was Erica, and I realized right then, that my wife shared all our sex secrets with her best friend. The thought was still fresh in my mind when I felt her finger penetrate my willing sphincter and sink up to the knuckle. She was a little unsure and couldn’t immediately locate my prostate. And then unexpectedly, she found it. “Uhhg, fuck…oh, fuck me. I’m gonna cum in your sweet ass…” I grunted and slammed my cock into Sandra’s willing asshole while shooting my hot load deep into her bowels. Her ass clenched around my spurting, jerking cock. In turn, my flexing sphincter almost squashed Erica’s finger before she could remove it. “Oh yeah, honey, cum in my hot ass. Fill me with your cum,” Sandra moaned. A short while later I heard two wet gurgling yells - one right below my contracted balls and another from between Erica’s spread legs – and I felt Sandra jerk spastically beneath me as she came. My cock was still buried in her ass and her sphincter continued milking me as it contracted around my shaft. I looked over her shoulder and saw Erica’s spread thighs shuddering while she clamped my wife’s head to her pussy, her fists clawing at Sandra’s golden locks. My cock slid from Sandra’s warm depths and I rolled over to lie next to her. She crawled closer and snuggled against me. She put one leg over mine and covered my limp, slick cock lovingly with her hand. Erica snuggled against my other side and I placed my arms around their shoulders. I turned to Sandra and kissed her passionately. I could taste Erica’s now-familiar juices on her soft lips. I then turned my head to the other side, kissed Erica and breathed in the sweet, pussy perfume of my lovely wife. “That was unbelievable,” Sandra sighed and snuggled closer. “Absolutely fucking stunning,” Erika agreed and her hand joined Sandra’s on my exhausted cock. “Tell me how you planned this,” I asked indifferently. Part V - Sandra tells of her plan (As told by Sandra) Ben and I have a great and imaginative sex life. We experiment widely and often and we frequently acted out our various fantasies, yet it seemed as if our marriage was losing its spark. Maybe it was just my imagination. It was because of this that I started toying with the idea that I wanted to fulfill Ben’s unaccomplished fantasy. At the same time, I was apprehensive – maybe I just had too little confidence and I was afraid that I would forever after have to play second fiddle, thus it remained an idea only. Erica and I have known each other since college, where we shared a dorm room. Back then we were typical co-eds, often going to parties, and drinking too much and taking different boyfriends every week, but we also had stretches when we didn’t have boyfriends and then… Well, then we helped each other out. Neither of us ever thought of ourselves as being Bi. We enjoyed sex with men too much – of that we were sure. The occasional mutual masturbation and energetic bouts of cunnilingus were certainly fun, but we would rather have had a willing cock between our legs any day. In later years, after I married Ben, Erica believed that she should experience as many men as possible. We often reminisced about those carefree, fun-filled college years. Sometimes our walks down memory lane became hot and we found ourselves naked. Afterward while snuggling in each other’s arms; we would discuss men, especially Ben. Erica was particularly inquisitive about Ben’s abilities as a lover and she even once mentioned that she thought him to be particularly attractive. That made me think; here was a woman that both Ben and I could enjoy. As Ben’s Birthday approached, I decided to make my proposal to Erica. I had to choose the right moment to broach the delicate subject, as one doesn’t just walk up to someone and say, “Hey Erica, wanna come and fuck with Ben and me?” I arranged for Erica to come over one Saturday while Ben went to a ball game with some buddies. We would have a private pool party in the nude – as we often did – and from experience, I knew that the sun and the alcohol would soon make us horny as hell, providing the perfect opportunity to ask her. It was a lovely summer’s day and we made ourselves comfortable by the pool. I couldn’t keep my eyes off my friend’s beautiful naked body. Although we were about the same age, she looked – in my opinion – at least five years younger. I complimented her about this, “Wow, Erica, you certainly have a sexy body. You haven’t changed since college.” Her tits were slightly smaller than mine but well-shaped. She had a perfect hourglass figure with broad hips – just the way Ben liked them. There was only a small neat patch of pubic hair high above her hairless cunt. The cinnamon-colored triangle pointed proudly down at the swollen lips of her pussy. “Aw, c’mon. At least I no longer have zits on my ass or ingrown hair in my crotch. Anyway, you are still also very edible, Sandy,” she answered with a lecherous smile. I was flattered by her compliment and I had to admit that although my figure was fuller, I could still turn a few heads. Men found it especially difficult to look me in the eye – if you know what I mean. Ben was especially crazy about my big tits and I sometimes allowed him to titty-fuck me until he would shoot his warm jizz all over them and it would run down to pool in the hollow of my throat. The mere thought of this opened the flood valve between my legs and I felt the heat and the pussy juice ooze between my lips. For a while, Erica and I chatted about everyday things, but soon we started exploring – actually rediscovering - each other’s bodies. The hot summer sun made us hot too. While Erica kneeled between my spread legs, she asked, “Tell me how Ben eats your pussy.” Well, there she opened that door and I was relieved that it at least solved the dilemma of how to bring up this delicate subject. “Ben is damn good at eating pussy – not that you lack expertise either – but he is unbelievable. I’ve honestly never had better.” “Really? High praise, indeed. I wish I could experience it firsthand, though,” she answered while rubbing her finger across my wet cunt. I watched her hand intently. There was another difference between us, although I kept my pubes neatly trimmed, my cunt was hairier than Erica’s. I knew that she waxed, but I don’t have a high pain tolerance and stuck to the scissors and razor plan, thanks. I spread my legs wider and with my fingers pulled my pussy lips open for easier access and said casually, “Perhaps we can arrange that for you.” “C’mon Sandy, stop teasing. You’re joking, right?” “Nope, not at all. You see, Ben has this fantasy; actually, I think all men do, about a threesome with a bi girl. Someone we could both enjoy. Up to now, it has remained just that, a fantasy. I mean, how do you do such a thing? How do you overcome that initial discomfort of being naked in front of a total stranger and then to still… and what about the self-recrimination and complex emotions afterward? To hire a call girl is not an option, especially these days, I wouldn’t take that chance,” I shared my deepest thoughts with Erica. “However, you and I have seen each other naked often and more,” I said as I lifted my hips towards her. She pushed two fingers into my wet pussy, while her thumb lightly massaged my clit, “so that wouldn’t be a problem. Just the other day, Ben remarked how sexy you are, so I know he wouldn’t have a problem either. So what do you say?” She didn’t say anything for a while as she concentrated all her attention on pleasuring my pussy. There was a slight frown on her face. “I’m game if you’re sure that is what both of you want.” “I want to surprise him on his birthday next Sunday. How do you think we should do it? Should I just inform him of our decision and arrange a time and place? “How about a really big surprise?” She asked, while her hand still frigged my cunt. “Okay? Explain?” I answered breathlessly and then added, “Make me cum first, please. I’m pretty close.” She leaned forward and replaced her nimble fingers with her fluttering tongue and ate my pussy with relish. I grabbed hands full of her auburn hair and forced her head into my cunt. “Oh God, yes! Eat my pussy. Fuck me with your TONGUE!” If the neighbors were out in the yard, they certainly heard me. I didn’t give a fuck. My whole universe was centered in my throbbing cunt. “Oh yes… Yes… YES. I’m cummingggg…” I moaned and forced my pussy against her sucking face while I pinched my rock hard nipples between my fingers. She kept licking at the abundant flood of cunt juices. When my breathing returned to normal, I reminded her, “So tell me about your plan for the big surprise.” We changed places and I now kneeled between her spread legs. “I dunno if he would be convinced, but how about you tell him that you have to go away on business next Saturday? It happens from time to time, doesn’t it? And… Oh fuck, yes… right there,” she whimpered as the ball of my finger moved in tiny circles across her slick clit. “Okay, carry on,” I answered, smiling lasciviously while clamping my legs together. “Uhm, well, you’re supposedly out of town and he is all by his lonesome on Sunday, feeling pretty sorry for himself. That’s where I come in. I’ll invite him to the beach and try and seduce him. That’s the only snag in my plan, as I don’t know if I’ll succeed.” She pushed her hips forward, giving me easier access to her cunt and I rubbed her clit harder. My fingers made soft sucking sounds. “Oh, Sandy… Eat my pussy – now!” I answered first, “It’ll be great if you could succeed – alternatively you could invite him back to the apartment, where I’ll be waiting for you.” As I leaned forward I could smell her excitement. I stuck out my tongue and started licking the whole length of her wide open, wet slit – from her asshole to her clit. The flood of juices was hot and sticky on my tongue and I breathed in her musk. “Yeah, eat my pussy. Devour it, Sandy,” she moaned in ecstasy. For a while, I continued with those slow, soft strokes from stem to stern and then I concentrated on her clit which stood erect like a mini-cock. I made my tongue into a stiff spear and licked her clit in little circles. I could feel her thighs shudder against my ears. “Sandy, it’s sooo… fucking… sublime!” If she thought this was fantastic, she had to sample Ben’s expert tongue. Just the thought of him eating her pussy, made me horny and reflexively my hand snaked between my legs. “Ahhh… Ahhh… harder… I’m gonna cum… I’m cumming!” she shrieked as my mouth enveloped her throbbing pussy. I eagerly lapped at her sweet spewing juices. My finger moved faster through my wet cunt and my mouth was still hungrily lapping her slit as I came again with a muffled groan. “So we arrange the big surprise for next Sunday then?” I asked, wiping the sticky fluid from my cheeks before licking my fingers clean. “It’s going to be great. You’ll just about pass out from pleasure when Ben eats your pussy. You’ll see.” “I can’t wait,” she answered and her hand involuntarily moved between her glistening thighs. “Me either.”