by David Stone
Oh Lord, I thought, filling in the blanks ahead of whatever Donna was about to say. She couldn’t have told Kristen what happened with her husband. I gave Donna a wary look.
“Oh, don’t worry, Don. I didn’t say anything about Ed.”
“That’s good news. I was worried for a moment.”
Donna laughed again. “I just told her how you ravaged me in the kitchen, and on the sofa. I told her it was just out of the blue, like you were a new man. She really perked up.”
“I didn’t know you and Kristen talked about that stuff.”
“Normally, we don’t, at least not the intimate details.”
“And you did this time?”
“Oh, yeah. She had a lot to say. I was surprised.”
Unsurprisingly, I was immensely interested now, eager to hear everything Donna was about to share. It was like being invited to hear the saucy details of another woman’s sex life.
I looked at Donna feeling a bit impatient. “Well? What did Kristen have to say?”
“The same thing happened to her this week with Ed. He’s been all over her. She said their sex life has been through the roof since last weekend. I joked and said it must be something in the air.”
“And not Ed’s recent adventure into your jeans.”
“NO. I couldn’t say anything about that.”
I thought for a moment. “So, Ed’s changed? That’s what Kristen is saying? But, so far for him, it’s all one-sided. We both know what happened, and somehow that’s working for us. Do you see what I mean? What do you think Kristen would say if Ed told her about you and him?”
“She’d kill him, and then me.”
“I don’t get it,” I said.
“So far, she thinks Ed is responding solely to her. Get it? She thinks she’s the reason why Ed has become so sexually charged. If I told her, hey, wait a minute, Ed’s responding to me, well…”
“She’d be deflated.”
“That’s why you need to do something. You need to get it in Kristen’s head that you find her sexually attractive.”
“She is sexually attractive,” I said. She was, so why deny it?
“You know what I mean. You need to make a pass.”
“Hell. I’m not sure how. I can’t see myself laying a hand on her pussy. I’m not a pussy-grabber.”
“There are other ways, Don. Think tits, ass…”
“I’m not a grabber is what I’m saying.”
“Neither is Ed. Remember, it started with words, Don. He didn’t just reach over and cup my pussy in his hands.”
“And finger your pussy.” I couldn’t help myself. It just came out.
“You like saying that, don’t you? Yes, Don. He fingered my hot, wet pussy...” Donna pulled my briefs down and liberated my erection. I was fully aroused again, due to the image of another man’s fingers inside my wife’s pussy. This was crazy.
Donna took me in her mouth. The heat of her tongue was mesmerizing. I hoped she was going to reprise her performance of the night before, but she released my cock with a popping sound and leaned over to kiss my lips.
“See how charged we are, Don? If I’d continued for another couple minutes you’d be coming in my mouth right now.”
“I have some time to spare…”
She laughed. “No. Let’s save it. We have a big night ahead of us.” She gave me a mischievous wink and got up from the bed. She let her robe fall off completely and went to the dresser naked. My desire was nearing painful thresholds. What did she mean by there being a “big night” ahead of us? Whatever she was thinking, shouldn’t I be on it?
She took a lacy black panty out of the top drawer. It still had a tag on it. She snapped it off and put it on, then pulled out a matching bra and put that on. She looked stunning.
“Kristen and I splurged on new lingerie after our lunch. You like?”
Oh God yes. I imaged Kristen in the same bra and panty. What if they both were planning something?
It was almost too much. I rose and headed to the shower, my head in a pleasant sort of turmoil. I ran cool water to settle down. It didn’t help. I was mad with desire. Recent events had ramped up my expectation levels, or adjusted my erotic schedule. I felt an urgent need for sexual connection. This was new.
I walked into the bedroom. Donna was tidying up the bed from my nap. I stood there naked with an aching erection. She was still in her underwear.
“Honey,” I said. “You have to do something, or let me do something, I don’t know which.”
“Oh, Don, that does look painful. Let me help you.” She sat on the bed and motioned for me to come over. “What can I do for you, Don? I hope it’s safe for me to feel responsible, right? Are you in sexual pain for me? Isn’t it nice?”
“I’ve never really experienced this before.” She was clearly putting aside her worries over the “big night” ahead of us.
“I know,” she said, smiling. “Do you want to come inside me? Do you want to come in my mouth again? You decide.” She stood and took off her panties and bra.
Oh Lord, I thought. I wanted her both ways. I couldn’t decide.
She scooted up on the bed and leaned back on her elbows. “Just fuck me, Donny. I’m ready for you. I don’t think this will take very long.” She grinned coyly. “This is just for you now.”
I climbed onto to bed and over her as she directed my cock into her pussy. She was perfectly wet and ready. “Don, do what you want, fast and hard, slow and easy, whatever makes you happy. I like it both ways.”
I started thrusting. “Kiss my titties, Don,” she said. “I like that.” I kissed her titties as she played with my ass and that sent me right to the cliff. She knew I was there. “That’s it, Don, come in me now, or wherever you want.” She moaned, and I could tell she’d caught up with me. I came as if I hadn’t had sex in years, like I’d just returned from a long and brutal war. She shrieked in my ear as her body shook in response. After another minute we settled into the afterglow of our afternoon delight.
We cuddled until Donna realized we were late for Kristen’s dinner. We jumped in the shower then got dressed.
Fifteen minutes later we were ringing the neighbor’s doorbell.
Dinner For Four
“Hey buddy, hey doll!” said Ed, opening his door. “Come on in!”
He put an arm around my shoulder and gave me a brief man-hug. It now struck me that he was generally a very touchy-feely person. He kissed Donna on the cheek but kept his hands to himself. She delivered an air kiss in response, like a Tonight Show guest.
We followed Ed into their kitchen where Kristen stood over the beginnings of a salad. She wore an outfit I’d never seen before, a summery kind of dress cut low in front. Generous cleavage, a feature she’d never before highlighted, greeted me like a pair of ripe melons begging to be tasted. That was a horrible way to frame their appearance, but at that moment that’s all I could imagine by way of simile.
Ed filled two glasses of wine and handed them over. We toasted Kristen, now celebrating her twelfth prime number, another way of looking at thirty-seven. As she leaned to put her glass down her breasts heaved against their restraint. It was completely unlike her to be on display like this. I had seen her in a swimsuit before and knew she had a very nice bosom, but seeing them out like this in the kitchen produced an altogether different effect on me.
It then dawned on me anew that I was in the presence of the man who had finger banged my wife just a few days before. I looked at Ed and he seemed entirely natural. There was no look on his face suggesting sheepishness or embarrassment.
However, there was a new electricity in the air, which seemed to sparkle in the void between Ed and my wife. Somehow, their relationship seemed warmer, but that could just be in my head.
I sidled up to Kristen as Ed and Donna drifted into a conversation about something he was pointing at in their yard. One of their common interests was anything to do with gardening.
“So, are you having a nice birthday, Kristen
?” I asked. “Donna said you had a nice lunch.”
“Oh, we had a lovely lunch, Don. And then we did some shopping. Did Donna show you what we bought?”
There was a twinkle in her eye. Of course, I’d seen the new lingerie. Was that something I could mention? We had never before openly discussed underwear, though I didn’t have to mention what Donna had shown me.
“Yes,” I said.
“Well, what did you think?” Kristen’s question was accompanied by a near-naughty kind of suggestive look.
“It’s very nice.” I smiled, unsure of how to qualify my statement.
“I’m glad you think so. I bought the same style but in white.” Kristen straightened her posture. I didn’t know if it was a reflex or she was intentionally demonstrating the effects of a new bra. In either case, her bosom looked terrific, and in these close quarters it felt very intimate and a bit odd that she would be seeking my approval.
I looked at Donna and damn if she too wasn’t showing a similar amount of cleavage. That had escaped my attention, though I had admired how she looked and told her so. Her outfit was similar as well, perhaps just a pattern variation of the dress Kristen wore.
I wondered once more if they were plotting something together. Maybe their lunch discussion had covered a lot more terrain than Donna mentioned.
I felt Kristen’s warm hand on the small of my back.
“Don, could I move you back just a bit? I need to get into that drawer in front of you.”
Before I could step away from the drawer the back of her hand brushed the front of my shorts. It sent an electric through me. It couldn’t have been an accidental connection. She meant for this to happen. Had her hand been turned the other way with her palm brushing over my shorts right at cock level, it would have been a reenactment of her husband’s performance with my wife. Well, at least the initial performance. I wasn’t going to invite Kristen into my briefs for an inspection.
Perhaps I was overthinking.
As Kristen and Ed finished setting up their dining table I pulled Donna aside. I told her about the lingerie discussion, and Kristen’s hand brushing my cock and suggested they were both somehow in league together.
Donna laughed. “No, Don. We did buy the same underwear. It was on sale. She probably just thought you’d find it amusing that we both were wearing the same lingerie tonight. I’m sure it was just an accident that her hand brushed you. She’s already a little drunk. Anyway, it doesn’t sound like you minded.”
“No. It’s just an odd coincidence. How are things with you and Ed? Has he said anything about the other day?”
Donna thought for a moment. “No... Well, with his eyes, maybe. But no. It hasn’t come up.”
“What’s it like being around him now?”
“The same? No, I guess there’s something. I’m not sure what it is, really. Do you mind that I don’t know for sure?”
“I have a feeling if I press, you’re going to figure it out. Let’s pretend I’m pressing you for an answer.”
“Okay,” she said. She looked over at Ed and Kristen, still in the dining room. “I don’t want you to be upset, but I keep thinking about how it felt when he touched me. That’s one thing. I’m also imagining you with Kristen. You two are cute together. She looks great tonight, doesn’t she?”
Kristen did look great, and I was looking at her in an entirely new way now. She was even giving me a vibe, I thought, one hinting at more intimate possibilities. Hearing that Donna was thinking of Ed’s touching her the weekend before didn’t bother me. I was actually glad to hear it. It somehow emboldened me. Maybe Ed, Kristen, Donna and I were all on the same page. Perhaps the air around us was full of magic.
Kristen was definitely feeling her wine. As we sat down she joked that we had to behave at dinner. Donna asked what she meant, and Kristen replied there shouldn’t be any hanky-panky under the table, now that “Don was so sexed up all the time”, alluding to their lunch conversation. Kristen winked at me and Ed when she said this.
Donna blushed and said something like, “Well, I guess I can’t tell you anything without it becoming public.” She laughed, of course.
“We’re all friends here, Donna,” Kristen said. “I told you Ed was the same this week. I wonder what’s got into them.”
Ed was now in the loop regarding their lunchtime gossip, or at least that it had occurred. As to its full content, both he and I were in the dark.
“So,” Ed said. “What are we talking about here? I feel I’ve been left out somehow.”
Kristen smiled at Donna, then said, “Don’s apparently become a sex addict this week, Ed. He’s been all over Donna, and I mean,” she paused to snicker. “Really all over her.”
“Explain,” said Ed. “This sounds intriguing.”
“Donna said she let Don co…”
“Don’t Kristen!” said Donna, almost shouting. “NOT THAT!”
But Kristen was on a roll. She snickered some more, then said, “Donna let Don come on her breasts.”
“Oh God, Kristen!” said Donna, but she was smiling as she said this. The frankness of this discussion was uncharacteristic of our usual dinnertime banter. I had no idea what to say if anything.
“Hey, we’re all adults here, Donna,” said Kristen. “No one minds where Don comes on you.” She laughed, almost hysterically. With the image of me ejaculating on my wife’s bosom in everyone’s mind, I felt the need to say something.
“It wasn’t like that, Kristen,” I said. “We’d been making love, and it was the second time that night, and, well, it just seemed like it would be okay.”
“What the hell were you two drinking at lunch?” asked Ed.
“Just wine, Ed,” said Donna. “We just sort of slipped into talking about sex. I told Kristen how randy Don’s been lately. She said you’d been that way too. We gave each other examples.”
As Donna was speaking I was sure I saw a wink when she said: “you’d been that way too.”
“Kristen, dear,” said Ed. “What did you tell Donna about us? It’s only fair to Don that you tell the table.”
We all looked at Kristen. She was clearly in a good mood. The wine had been flowing since our arrival and we’d all passed the point of exercising good judgment. Kristen filled her glass, suffered another fit of giggles, and looked at Donna, who nodded that Kristen should follow Ed’s instructions.
“Well,” she said, looking at me. “Ed and I have just been cruising along sex-wise, for the past few years really…”
“Kristen!” said Ed. “They don’t need to hear about that!”
“Oh shush, Ed,” said Kristen. “They’ve been in the same boat!”
Ed blushed, but also seemed happy with Kristen’s remark.
“So, anyway,” continued Kristen. “Sometimes I minded, but usually I just thought that’s how it is with couples like us after years of marriage. Then last Saturday night, after we left your house, Ed said he felt like doing something really crazy. I said, oh, like what? He said, let’s go for a ride.
“We got in the car and drove to the park by the lake. He got out and told me to follow him. We got to a picnic table and he told me to take my clothes off. It’s not really that private, you know, by the lake, and I was hesitating. Then he just barked at me, telling me to take off my clothes. So I did. That got me really excited for some reason. He pushed me down on the picnic table, took off his clothes and just starting making love to me like we were teenagers. It felt crazy good and wild.
“When we were done we just drove home and climbed into bed. The next morning I asked him where the hell that’d come from, the desire to screw me in the park, in, you know, public. He said it just popped into his brain, he didn’t know from where.
Just thinking about it, what we’d done in the park, got me horny. I don’t know, it was just naughty, like bad girl stuff, and I liked it.
“Wednesday he asked me to meet him for lunch at his office. I thought we’d go somewhere from there. Instead, I got there, he
closed the door, and without saying a word, started undressing me. He pushed me down over his desk and we did it right there. People were knocking on his door at one point, and that just sent us over the top. I mean, it was great. The walls on one side of his office are frosted glass. I could see people walking by as Ed fucked me… Oh, sorry, but that’s what it was - fucking. I can’t tell you how exciting that was.
“We made love again that night, and last night too. It’s like a brothel upstairs, and I’m the resident whore.”
Ed was now blushing even more, which I didn’t think was possible. At one point, I noticed Donna staring at Ed with an odd look on her face. Maybe it was the look jealousy inspired by way of facial expressions. That conflicted me for a moment. I looked back at Kristen and imagined Ed thrusting into her on the picnic table and felt a mild pang of jealousy myself. I wanted to take Kristen on picnic tables too. And Donna.
I was sitting at Kristen’s dining table with a monstrous erection. It was inspired by visions of her naked with her legs in the air as she was ravaged. First by Ed, and then by me as Donna watched approvingly.
I thought of Ed screwing Donna in his office, with her legs in the air as people passed behind the frosted glass. She’s loving it the same way Kristen did. All of this imagery was working for me.
I wondered what everyone else was thinking.
At any rate, it was my turn to talk. Kristen had directed her entire conversation to me as, of course, Ed already knew the story and Donna had been enlightened at lunch.
“That sounds like quite a week, Kristen,” I said. “I’m happy for both of you.”
“You guys too,” she said. “We’ve all four had quite a week. I’m wondering where Ed’s going to be taking me next.” She winked at Ed, who declined to offer any clues.
“I’m happy for all of us,” said Donna. “It’s like we’re back in college, you know, back in our experimental days when everything was so exciting. We’re not afraid to try new things. Not bad for two old married couples.”