The boys improved their breakfast cooking skills to include such delicacies as jelly omelets, cheese omelets and over easy eggs. The Breakfast Club studied sex manuals together and tried new and different things after every breakfast. We were amazed at the different positions in the manual and would both try the same thing. 69 was such an exotic experience. But really, we kept it conventional, other than having sex in the same room as another married couple. That room often became one of our queen beds, Lydia and I loved to sit side by side on Frank and Carl, bouncing up and down in unison.

I realized I was developing urges for Frank after seeing him with Lydia so often. But I tried mightily to put that out of my mind. We often started our escapades by "sneaking" up behind the boys while they were washing the dishes. (Sometimes that led to a soapy drenching which was even more fun if we didn't have bras on.) This morning, Lydia whispered to me, "Let's switch and see how long it takes them to notice!" I didn't really know where this was going but I assumed we would reveal ourselves and get back to our own guys.

I tiptoed up behind this other man and, so he didn't see my hands, started to stroke his back. Then I rested my head on his broad shoulder blades. His aroma was intoxicating as I slid my face back and forth over his shirt. Lydia was already pulling Carl's shirt out and had her hands on his chest. I did the same thing and was surprised how wiry Franks chest hair was. I was getting terribly wet and couldn't resist opening Frank's belt and sliding my hand over his cock.

He must have figured out what was happening when I pressed my chest against his back. I don't have nearly the boobs that Lydia does. I heard him mutter, "Oh, my!" and he turned to face me. He gave a shocked glance over to Lydia and then grabbed me.

Carl also got wise quickly and looked at me for an explanation. I muttered something like, "Just a joke." By then, Frank was kissing my neck and reaching inside my blouse. I watched in dismay as Carl turned to Lydia and his hands disappeared into her skirt. I could tell he had them on her fanny under her panties as he pulled her against what was surely his hard penis.

Passion overtook common sense. Before long, I realized I would be taking Frank’s wonderful cock inside my still faithful pussy. I realized Carl was about to have Lydia's body the same way. Somehow, I was going to have to live with that. I wanted Frank so bad bring my previous fantasies to reality. He was more passionate with me than I had ever seen him with Lydia -- probably because of the forbidden fruit between my legs. He took off all my clothes, and I, his. Then he began a slow exploration of my body with his hands, lips and tongue. He did this right in the kitchen with me standing up -- circling my nipples, kissing my belly button, fingering my pussy while he played with my clit with his thumb and tongue. I could barely stand when his thumb went in my pussy and his finger up my asshole. I was cumming standing right there on wobbly knees.

We retired to the sofa and his ministrations continued. Carl and Lydia were already fucking on the easy chair. They were moaning and grunting. I watched his butt move in and out between her legs. I finally said, "Fuck me now, Fuck me now.” Frank. So we completed the swap as he slid his beautiful cock inside me. Thank God for birth control pills because we didn’t stop when he climaxed. I felt him gushing forth in me for five or six strokes. As I felt it happen, it hit me how wrong this was. There was no way to undo it, either. I covered my eyes in shame.

When we parted, Carl and Lydia were sitting on the corners of the easy chair looking down at the floor. Tears were in her eyes. Mine were wet, too. I was trembling.

We went back to our respective partners. All both couples could do was silently put our clothes back on. Horrified, I tried to remove Frank's presence from my sex using my panties. Frank and Lydia went home, quietly closing the door behind them.

Neither adulterous couple could face friends in church that morning.

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Carl and I couldn't speak about it until Wednesday. Oh, how I had wanted it in that sudden moment of passion, but later that night I was devastated by my own behavior. I wondered if my marriage was going to end. Carl and I loved each other more than anything in the world and now it could all be over. We were both struck dumb afterwards. That only added to our doubts and suffering. When I passed Lydia in the hall of our apartment building, we couldn't look each other in the eye.

At dinner Wednesday night, I finally got the courage to talk to Carl. "I'm so sorry," I said as sobs broke out. "Me, too. You are the most important thing in the world to me." "I didn't mean for that to happen." "It's OK. It's OK. I didn't either." We stood and hugged each other. Tears were running down Carl's face, too. "I love you, Carl. I love you. I love you." He kissed me like he did when I was a girl. "It's fun doing things with them, but it's you I want." "I know. I know." Carl touched me lightly on my breast. I needed his love like never before. He unbuttoned the top button on my blouse. Then a thought came to me. "Just a minute. Wait here." And I hurried into the bedroom. I started pushing clothes around on the closet rod.

Yes. It the nightie was there. Dinner was going to get cold.

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I remembered when I was 19. Carl was a handsome ROTC cadet I had been seeing for six months. I admired his courage despite all the horrible things that were happening in the war back then. I had let him go further than any man before, but he respected my wishes as I clung to my virginity. Still, he knew how to give me an orgasm with his fingers and his mouth. I had overcome my shyness and learned to satisfy him with my hand and even to take him in my mouth.

That night we had gone to see a play. "Virginia Wolfe." I had already made up my mind. When we got back to his off-campus apartment, we sat on the sofa like we frequently started out. We kissed and he touched my breasts ever so lightly. Then I said, "Just a minute," and darted into his bathroom. He heard me pee and run the water in the sink. But I came out wearing a new black nighty I had hidden in my purse.

I appeared to him across the room. He quickly came to me. I had a lump in my throat but managed to whisper simply, "Tonight." He wrapped both arms around me and we kissed for what must have been five minutes.

"Wait. I bought some rubbers in case this ever came to pass."

"No. My period is almost here. I want you the way you really are." Carl gently pulled the strings of my nightie off my shoulders and let it fall below my breasts. He looked at them like he had never seen them before. I was a 32 B back then and they were nicely shaped. I enjoyed looking at them in the mirror myself. He kissed me again, all over my face and down to my neck. It's the neck that makes my breathing get heavy and makes me wet. He touched my breasts with his finger, kissed them and gently circled my nipples with his tongue. Then hid slid the nightie over my head and stood back. I stood there naked, with my hands at my sides, my long black hair streaming over my breasts. Carl stood back and just looked at me. Despite all we had done, I had never stood before him like that.

"You are so beautiful."

My juices were running down my leg as Carl undressed in front of me. I led him by the hand into the bedroom. We pulled down the covers and got in. Carl kissed me again as we embraced. He kissed my breasts again and my tummy and my thighs and licked my pussy lips as my legs opened wide for him. "Now," I said.

I felt his cock touch my opening for the first time. Oh, how I needed him then. He was so gentle. He slowly pushed in. Then resistance. Then a sharp sting and he was buried inside me. I winced and a tear ran down my cheek.

"Are you OK?"

"I'm wonderful." What a feeling that was, his hard penis all the way up into my tummy. He began a slow rhythm. I rocked my hips to meet him. Then passion exploded and our rhythm became frantic. Our mouths were locked together. His hands held my breasts. We both emitted guttural groans. We were fucking. Yes, fucking, and it was not a dirty thing at all. I was having a wonderful orgasm when I felt him come inside me. I was so happy. He continued to stroke me even after he was spent. And when he pulled out his cock, it had long since relaxed.

For some silly reason, I was crying. Carl kissed the tears off my face.

"I love you," he said.

"I love you so much," I said.

He kissed me deeply, and then, with the lightest kisses, touched my eyes, my nipples, my sloppy, bleeding pussy. And before long, his hard cock was inside me again. He moved slower then. It must have been 20 minutes before he came again. I broke curfew and stayed with him the whole night. I never knew lovemaking was so wonderful. We paused for the showers we needed after I lost my virginity. Then we made love all night long.

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Now, I stood before him in that same black nightie. Carl recognized it. He knew what to do. He came to me, held me in his arms. I had all I could do to make my voice whisper, "Tonight." We kissed forever. Then he kissed my ear and my neck. Stepping back, he palmed my nipples lightly through the silky fabric. Then he eased the strap of the nightie off one shoulder until one breast sprang free. He cupped it with one hand and kneaded the nipple. Soon the other breast was in his hand. "They're even prettier now," he said,

The cool air on my bare pussy confirmed my wetness. I felt the swelling in my tummy. His fingers slid easily between my lips and lit a fire in my clit. I struggled getting his pants down like the nervous young girl I had become. Then his cock was gliding fore and aft between my legs.

Carl pulled my nightie down into a puddle at my feet. He shook off his pants and led me into the bedroom. We pulled down the covers and got in, me on my back. He crawled between my legs and held his cock at my opening. "Now," I said.

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When next the Breakfast Club got together, the talk danced around the subject of the previous events. Both couples had made up. Both couples had reminded themselves how much they loved each other. And maybe it wasn't so awful what we had done. It was just fun, right?

Maybe we should do it again. And we did.

With Frank's cock buried deep inside me, I watched Carl slip his cock into Lydia's pussy. I watched her wrap her legs around him. The two of them drove themselves together over and over. Frank's thrusts were pounding my cervix. With the action beside us, my fingers playing with my clit, and his beautiful organ, I came powerfully and loudly. His discharge happened as I climaxed. Lydia was soon screaming, "Yes. Yes. So good."

"Oh God," she croaked. "Yes. Ohhhhh."

The men left us girls with white droplets on our sex.

The men came back to their own. I gathered myself together and gave Carl a big hug and a kiss. I knelt and started kissing his legs and tummy and finally his wonderful cock. I started to give him a blow job. But it was not my pussy I was tasting on him. It was Lydia's, a wonderful, confusing aroma. It was as much her smell as his rising organ that made me let him cum in my mouth. When that was over, we made out on the sofa until he was able to fuck me proper. That felt very, very good. No Koma Sutra, just good ole missionary.

Carl and Lydia made love, too.

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As we went home, I realized that we had crossed into a new life. I also wondered at the strange feelings that Lydia's taste and aroma had aroused in me.