My wife of six years, Sharon, was a marvelous lover. We had had two c***dren, who were, at the time of this story, ages five and four. She had regained much of her voluptuous, Rubinesque figure. Sex was fun. We tried new things. Even though I traveled perhaps five days out of each month, the days I was gone were rarely more than two at a time, so we had several passionate homecomings plus enough regular lovemaking to average about 20 times a month. We made love in the car, in the living room, in the tub, even on a picnic table at a public campground in broad daylight (but that’s another story). So, I was stunned when my beautiful, sexy, passionate wife sat me down after the k**s were in bed on the evening after I had returned from a trip. The night before having been filled the kind of sex usually reserved for sailors returning from sea duty, so I was more than a little surprised when she haltingly confessed to doing something awful while I had been gone.
My job paid well enough so that we could afford for Sharon to stay home. So did several of the other twenty-something wives of men with whom I worked. Small c***dren were the norm. Sharon and another stay-at-home mom, Beverly, each had two c***dren the same ages. They became friends. They compared notes. They talked about how their husbands were in bed. Bev and her husband, Chuck, had moved to our town for the same reason we had: a job that paid well in a low crime, low traffic area. In their previous home town, they had tried foursome sex with another couple, and they wanted to get the same action going again. Bev had approached Sharon. They had talked. Something happened that Sharon was ashamed to tell me, but just had to tell me.
Chuck had initiated the prior foursome arrangement in which they had been involved. The wife of the other couple had big breasts, and Chuck was a breast man. Bev was built like a junior high school cheerleader: small and tight. But, Bev didn’t like the other husband. She later said she hated for him to touch her. Still, she liked the orgasms that came easier and more often from the excitement and forbidden lust of group sex. When the time came to move, she was relieved to be free of the other couple, but sad to lose the sexual release. So, she was determined to take control of sex in this new place. She approached my wife because she had 38DD breasts and because of Sharon’s tales of our lovemaking. The four of us were in the same bowling league of couples from work, so she had had a chance to find out if she liked my personality. She already knew that I had a reasonably large dick (at least, larger than Chuck’s), that I knew how to eat pussy, and that I always let the woman cum first.
After Bev and Sharon talked about it for several weeks, Bev decided to press the issue and invited herself and Chuck (and the k**s) over to our house while I was out of town. This was not in the least suspicious since the k**s played together regularly. Bev and Chuck suggested watching a movie on TV, just to keep Sharon company. So, they put all the k**s to bed. Before long, Bev brought up the group sex idea. Sharon had warmed to the idea through the previous conversations, but had been stalling on talking to me about it. Since she hadn’t given me the chance to say no, she wasn’t willing to have a threesome, or even to show Chuck her breasts. But, she consented to direct Chuck and Bev as they put on a show. She told them to get naked, which, to her surprise, they did immediately and without false modesty. That’s when Sharon found out that Chuck’s dick was only about four inches long, and that he had a bit of a beer belly. But, the thrill of the moment let her overlook those things. Next, she had Chuck kneel and had Bev do a headstand in front of him, but facing away so he could eat her under Sharon’s watchful eye. Chuck held the inside of each of Bev’s knees and lowered his mouth to her cunt. As Sharon leaned in for a close look, he ran his tongue up one side of her slit and down the other. As Bev squirmed in delight and anticipation, he dipped his tongue between the folds, tweaking her clit. As her breathing became more labored and she closed her eyes, Chuck went in for the full-mouth suck while snaking the full width of his tongue from clit to hole and back. Finally, he laid his tongue flat across her clit and worked it from side to side and brought her to a rousing orgasm. Her moans peaked and she went limp. Chuck laid her on the floor and looked up at Sharon expectantly, like a wet-faced puppy.
While Bev returned to her right mind on the floor, Sharon told Chuck to go streaking in the neighborhood. The catch was that he had to stop under each streetlight and show off his erection. He grinned and dashed out the door. Being an intelligent fellow who knew that getting caught by the police would not be conducive to future foursomes, he dashed from bush to tree in order to get as close as possible to the first streetlight before being really exposed. Then, he dashed to the light pole, whirled around, and thrust his hips forward to let the world know he had a hard-on. This continued for each of the other three streetlights between our house and the corner, and for each on the way back.
Sharon stood in the large window of the darkened living room and watched. Before Chuck had gotten to the second pole, Bev had crawled to the window. The sight of her naked husband dashing about the neighborhood at midnight aroused her from her post-orgasmic lull. She stood up, naked, in the window with Sharon. Bev’s small, hard breasts were capped by perfectly formed nipples that looked like pencil erasers when she was aroused. Her nipples were hard, her crotch was dripping, and she was getting hot from her own nakedness and her husband’s exhibitionism. She stepped up on the window sill, which was only about a foot off the floor, and braced herself by pressing her hands up into the inside of the window casing. Even though the room was darkened, there was enough light cast by the streetlights to highlight her slim, girlish body pressed against the glass. The next morning, we had to wash off the imprint of her cunt on the glass.
As Chuck left the last streetlight and headed for the house, Sharon told Bev to lay on her back on the coffee table with her knees pulled up and outward, pussy pointing toward the door. Chuck, still hard, came back in through the front door. As he did, Sharon pulled the d****s and flipped on the lights. Blinking in the glare, Chuck soon surmised that he was supposed to fuck his wife. Dropping to his knees, he slipped his throbbing dick in her sopping hole. This gave Sharon a perfect view the way Bev’s cunt lips stretched out and followed Chuck’s shaft on the way out, and how they folded in as he pushed it back in. Having such a short pecker, Chuck had to use all of it. On the outstroke, the edges of his helmet escaped the grasping edges of her lips. At the bottom each thrust, he buried it to the base. Sharon looked in from above, bending over so that he head was about even with Bev’s knees. Then, she got down on the floor to look up at Chuck’s balls. They were pulled up tight because of the recent run outside in the night air. Each time he bottomed out, he ground that tight sack into Bev’s ass. Sharon began to count the strokes, urging Chuck to hold on for more 100 thrusts. Bev began to moan before she got to 50. When she came around 75, Chuck could hold out no longer. Between the eating, the streaking, and Sharon watching so intensely, longevity was not likely. Bev came again. He stiffened and managed two uncoordinated lunges as he came inside her.
That was the end of the demonstration. Bev was satisfied and Chuck was spent. Still naked and now with genitals coated with cunt juice and jism, they reclined on the sofa, both with legs wide spread, making no effort to cover themselves, and asked Sharon how she had liked the show and if she would ask me about having a foursome. Sharon was hornier than at any time in her life, so she rashly promised that she would. Had they pressed her to get naked with them and fuck right then, she probably would have. But, they didn’t. They later explained that they wanted the foursome to work, so not pressing on that first night seemed prudent. After extracting the promise, they stroked each other’s privates for good measure, then dressed, collected the sl**ping k**s, and went home.
That was the terrible confession. I tried to look serious as it slowly dawned on me that my wife was about to let me fulfill a fantasy. Although I was married to a big-breasted woman with an abundance of curves, I preferred small, pert tits, slim hips, and a flat tummy. I had watched Bev with salacious interest on many a bowling night. The only problem I could see was that, while I had had a vasectomy to spare Sharon the side effects of the pill, Chuck had not. So, it seemed, the two people of the foursome without fertility and the two with fertility would be paired. Condoms would be necessary for Chuck when he fucked Sharon, but not for me when I fucked Bev. From what little I knew at that time, this arrangement was tilted distinctly in my favor. I got to ride bareback while Chuck had to use a condom. Bev had told Sharon that Chuck was a one-shot lover. In those days, I could recover for a second fuck in 5 minutes after the first, and for a third within 20 minutes of the second. Not only was I going to fuck a pixie, I was going to end up with two women! Trying hard not to look too excited, I agreed that we could try it.
Sharon was delighted. She even thanked me for being so open-minded. As luck would have it, Chuck and Bev were subbing in another bowling league that evening, so they already had a sitter. Sharon called them at the bowling alley to tell them that I had consented. Not wanting the moment to pass, they asked if they could come over after bowling for a few hours of fun. Equally excited, we agreed.
I immediately went out and bought a box of condoms and a package of Polaroid film for our camera. But we still had an hour to kill before they would arrive. We talked about how to get things started. Awkwardness could consume a good hour of potential sex time, and they were going to have to leave after less than three hours in order to take the sitter home. We settled on a blatantly sexual setting with a modicum of modesty. We pulled out the hide-a-bed in the living room. Sheets and pillows were added. We both stripped naked, but soon realized that if we stayed that way, neither one of us would be able to refrain from sex until they arrived. So, we each donned a terry cloth bathrobe. The robes covered us completely from knee to neck to wrist, but could be opened in a flash and dropped in a heartbeat. We reclined on the bed and watched TV, idly stroking each other.
Finally, car doors could be heard in the driveway. We sprang to the door, bathrobes closed with their sashes. We opened the door before they had a chance to ring the bell to remove the chance of waking the k**s. In our excitement, we didn’t think about how this might look to a nosey neighbor, answering our door in robes and inviting another couple inside. Fortunately, no one was looking, as might have been expected after Chuck’s streaking episode only two nights before.
I opened the door. Chuck held the storm door for his wife to enter first. As she entered, I opened my robe with both hands and enveloped Bev into it. My 7” cock poked her in the stomach. Both of her hands immediately went down to size up what she had only heard about. She massaged my balls with one hand and stroked my shaft with the other, looking up into my face with a grin. I enveloped her tight ass cheeks with both of my hands and lowered my head and kissed her, tongue darting between her lips.