"You are such an ass," my wife grumped at me as I came into the kitchen for my morning coffee.
"I'd call you a son-of-a-bitch," she steamed, "but I really like your mother."
"What is your problem?"
"False pretenses," she snapped.
"All right, look," I said somewhat wearily as I took a chair at the kitchen nook table. "You're going to have to explain yourself."
Kylie took a seat opposite me, her eyes flashing angrily. "I married you under false pretenses," she stated emphatically.
I threw my hands up in the air.
Before I got a word out, Kylie started in again. "There you were; this hot writer of erotic stories. When I read them I got all steamed up. So, I married you, believing it was going to be hot sex all the time."
Understanding began to dawn on me. "But, honey," I tried to explain, "the medications. You know they slowed me down."
"Bullshit!" she spat. "All those times, the months, no, the years, I've been getting myself off with various toys because you just didn't have the urge."
"It was the meds, baby, I swear." I'd developed some blood pressure and cholesterol problems and had to take meds that really blunted my sex drive.
"Really," Kylie said. "So, what happened last night?"
There was a flash in my brain as the light suddenly came on.
It was Saturday morning in our household. We'd both slept in rather later than usual due to the strenuous activity of the previous evening. Kylie awakened early and made the coffee. It was when I joined her that the events of the night before became an issue.
Shane and Jeanine Borland had been friends for a few years. We'd kicked around together for long enough that some flirtatious innuendo flowed through the entire relationship. The Friday evening in question was supposed to be a simple cookout at our place, good natured kidding and flirting, followed by a dynamic Monopoly challenge and a movie on the big-screen TV.
It was during the Monopoly game that things started to get out of hand. Well, actually, a little before that.
"So what are we going to watch?" Shane had asked, swiping the remote from the coffee table in front of our sofa. He snapped away at a couple of buttons. The vision of a pair of ruby lips wrapped around a large, hard penis flickered onto the screen.
"Oh, shit," I mumbled. "Sorry, I forgot to change out the DVD."
"No, no!" Shane protested, as I reached for the remote. "Let's watch some of this. That's not your equipment, is it, Alex?"
I chuckled. "No. Definitely not."
"What's this?" Jeanine asked as she joined us from the kitchen, seating herself in a comfy easy chair. She abruptly added a soft, "Oh, my!"
"Get that off of there," Kylie ordered as she entered the room carrying her glass of wine.
"Uh-uh. Not a chance," Shane said. "We're going to watch for a few minutes. I want to see what turns you guys on."
"You're such a pig," Kylie told him.
"Yeah," he answered, seating himself on the sofa as the action continued on the screen.
"Shane!" Jeanine whispered in reproof.
"What?" he asked. "You've seen stuff like this before."
So, we watched. It seemed like it took forever before the woman on the screen opened her mouth and the monster cock squirted thick ropes of heavy, white cum onto her tongue.
"All right!" Shane cheered. "Damn hot."
"Can we get on to Monopoly now," Kylie asked, obviously irritated and embarrassed.
"Maybe we should," Jeanine said.
"Okay, okay," Shane agreed. He handed me the remote. I shut down the system.
So we played Monopoly. But, the images we'd seen on the screen kept popping into the conversation.
Shane teased Kylie. "I'll bet you could do as well as that babe did, Kylie."
"Oh, sure," she said. "Nothing to it. Quick lick and a strategic suck."
"Yeah," Shane agreed, "but, do you swallow?"
"Shane!" This time Jeanine's admonition was severe.
"Bet you'd like to find out," Kylie snapped at him.
Shane grinned at me. "I would. But, I could just ask the boss."
"A gentleman never tells," I smiled at him then winked.
"I saw that," Jeanine scolded me.
"Jeanine does," Shane volunteered. A shocked silence sliced through the room.
"Oh, you didn't just tell them that!" Jeanine stammered.
"You really are an asshole, Shane," Kylie contributed.
"All right, all right," Shane pleaded. "I'm sorry. I just went a little over the top."
"I'd say so," Jeanine agreed.
After a few seconds of silence, Kylie broke the ice. "Still, there is that nice sense of power it gives you."
Everybody chuckled and began to relax again.
Shane was cleaning up in the game. He had all four railroads and a several blocks with houses and hotels. Rent on any of his squares was getting expensive.
Jeanine was the first to go bankrupt.
"Well, since we're not playing strip Monopoly," I said, "I guess you're finished."
She looked at me strangely. "Strip Monopoly?"
"Yeah," I said, easily, not determined to press the matter, "like strip poker, only Monopoly."
"Crap!" Kylie snapped as she rolled into Jail.
"Have you ever done that?" Jeanine asked me.
"No, no," I said, chuckling. "Just joking."
"How would it work?" she wanted to know.
"Geez, Jeanine, I don't know. Every piece of clothing has a value toward rents or penalties. Really, I hadn't thought it through. I was just kidding," I told her.
"What do you think, Shane?" she asked. "Would you take my top for your rent."
Shane looked at her, then at me. I shrugged. "That's a hell of an idea," he said. Then he turned to Kylie. "You all right with that, sexy?"
Kylie worried a thumbnail for a second. "What the hell," she finally said.
"It was just a joke," I said.
"But, I want to keep playing," Jeanine sulked.
"I could lend you some money," I offered.
"Uh uh," Shane protested. "You can pay her for a lap dance, or something, but there'll be no lending of money."
"You can be such a jerk," Kylie shot at him.
He grinned at her dwindling cash reserves. "Looking at the remains of your stash, I may be getting one from you."
"So," Jeanine asked, "how much for my top?"
Shane smiled broadly at her. "Well, since I'm your husband, and a very generous sort, uh," he fingered through his reserves, "two hundred."
"Just like passing Go," I remarked. Everybody giggled.
Without hesitation, Jeanine lifted her tank-top over her head and tossed it across the table to her husband. "It's no worse than a bikini," she remarked.
The game continued with Jeanine being very careful about her small cash reserves. Meanwhile, Kylie paid her way out of jail and I watched as she landed on block after block of Shane's properties. She mortgaged two properties before a run of bad luck with the Chance cards depleted all of her cash. She was only a few spaces from Go when she landed on Shane's Boardwalk.
"I'll collect the rent and give you another hundred," Shane offered my wife, "that's the deal for your top."
"You care?" Kylie looked at me.
I tilted my head. "Whatever it takes, I guess."
We made several more rounds before Kylie lost her remaining cash and took a large pull at the wine glass next to her. She reached behind her and unsnapped her brassiere. She shrugged out of it and tossed it to Shane.
"I would have settled for your shorts," Shane told her.
"Fuck it," Kylie said. "I know you've been wanting to look at my tits."
Shane handed her a $500 bill.
"I believe my bride is getting a little smashed," I commented.
"A little horny, too, I hope," Shane added.
Kylie lifted her breasts and smoothed her hands across the nipples and rubbed up to her shoulders. "Actually, it feels quite nice," she said. "Free."
"Hmm," Shane hummed. "I bet they do."
When Jeanine's next roll took her straight to Jail she only had $25 in her possession.
"Might as well join the club," Kylie told her.
My heart leapt in my throat as our gorgeous friend pulled her arms from the straps, then reached behind her to unsnap the clasps.
"You want some help with that?" I teased.
"Sure," Jeanine said, dropping her hands to her sides.
"I was teasing," I said.
"Just do it," Kylie ordered, "and don't be such a wuss."
I reached across Jeanine's back, marveling at the warm, smooth skin, and twisted the catch. I felt it give way under my fingers. Jeanine grasped the front of the garment and pulled it away from her breasts. Then she handed it to me, smiling warmly.
"Well," Kylie said standing up, "now that you guys have two topless waitresses, you want another beer?"
"Hell, yes," Shane replied, his eyes glued to my wife's breasts.
"Yeah, I guess," I agreed.
Kylie signaled to Jeanine to come with her, and the two women disappeared into the kitchen.
Shane rolled the dice in his hand and looked at the ceiling. His gaze rested on me. "Whew!" he exclaimed.
I nodded. "Yeah."
"How come we never did this before?" he asked.
"I don't know," I shrugged. "I really don't know."
"You got a hard-on like me?" he wanted to know.
"You think they're planning something in there?" Shane said.
I just shrugged. Truth was, I was thinking how much I'd like a mouthful of Jeanine's tits.
I heard the pop of the caps coming off the bottles of beer. The two girls came back in the room, each carrying a bottle of beer and a glass of the wine they'd be drinking.
"Game's over, boys," Kylie announced. "Shane wins."
She walked over to Shane and handed him his beer.
"What now?" Shane asked.
"Now," his wife said, "we're going to go watch the rest of that DVD."
"Really?" I wanted to be sure I heard correctly.
"Yes," Jeanine said, handing me my beer. "But, there's a condition."
"What's that?" Shane wanted to know.
"We're not going to be the only ones naked. You guys have to strip off, too."
Shane and I must have grinned like idiots at each other. Kylie ordered us to step up the pace. Soon, all four of us were shed of our clothes. I reached for the remote and fired up the TV and DVD. I don't know what came up on the screen because as I placed the remote back on the table I felt a cool hand on my waist. I turned to see Jeanine smiling up at me.
"You know what I'd like most right now?" she asked.
"Tell me," I offered.
"I'd like to feel your tongue all over my nipples. Can you do that?"
"Oh, hell, yes," I said. I pulled her to me and planted a warm, moist kiss on her lips. Her tongue pushed against my mouth and I opened it. She slid it in and searched for mine. Hers was delicate, soft, and deliciously slippery. She moaned into my mouth as I wrapped her in my arms.
When we broke at last, I saw that Shane and Kylie hadn't wasted any time in minor distractions. Kylie had straddled Shane's head and was in the process of sucking his firm cock while he licked as her luscious snatch.
"Please," Jeanine whispered. "Lick my tits."
I bent forward and cradled her breast in my hand, sucking the nipple between my lips and tonguing it viciously.
I heard Jeanine whisper, "Oh, fuck!" I was shocked. It stunned me that such language was even in her vocabulary.
"Yes, darling," she murmured, "suck my tits."
I obliged to the best of my ability.
Kylie had stopped her sucking action on Shane's cock. She concentrated on the orgasms he was shooting through her frame from the generous tongue-lashing he was giving her clit. Kylie keened in appreciation then started to breathe that ragged staccato that signaled a major climax. She moaned, "No, no, no, no," which I knew was her way of urging her lover not to stop. Shane hadn't perceived that. He stopped.
"Don't stop, you son-of-a-bitch!" Kylie bellowed. "Eat me. I'm going to cum!"
Shane dove back in. I turned my attention back to Jeanine, running a hand down to her hip, across her thigh and into the warmth between her legs. She spread her legs to allow me access. I slid a single finger across her clit and twisted it up into her welcoming, wet, and steaming hole. I remember thinking that this was going to be lovely!
Jeanine rode my finger, her hips thrusting forward and back to achieve the most stimulation. I suckled at her breasts, shifting from one to the other, guided by her hands holding my head. After a few minutes, I could feel her grip tighten on me. She kept whispering, "Oh, fuck!" and "Oh, that's good!" and "Yes, please, fuck me!" When I ran the back of my thumb over her engorged clit, she stiffened then squatted on my hand, worming my finger deeper inside her. She squeezed my head to her breast, and I could feel the muscles clamp on my finger. She shivered mightily and keened out a high "Oooooo!" and I knew I'd achieved giving her a major orgasms.
She pushed my head back and looked into my eyes. Her smile was bright, her eyes shining with delight. "Your turn," she whispered in my ear. She turned us so I could sit on the sofa. She knelt in front of me, and, for the first time, I could see what was on the TV. A shapely blonde was riding a large cock while she sucked on a second. My own cock pulsed. Jeanine reached up and grabbed it.
"I'm going to do you just like that girl in the movie," she informed me.
"Better not," Kylie chimed in from her kneeling position behind Jeanine. "Once he comes, that's it for the night."
"I don't believe that," Jeanine whispered to me. "I'm going to suck you off, and then you're going to fuck me."
"She's usually right," I admitted, gesturing toward my wife, who was now being penetrated by Shane in her favorite position, from behind.
"We'll see," Jeanine whispered, again, blowing tiny bursts of hot air across my throbbing member. She licked from the bottom to the tip then simply pressed her lips over the top, sliding my entire length into the slick, warm, damp mouth. I groaned involuntarily at the sensation. Jeanine pulled her lips slowly up my length and released it just long enough to smile at me and say, "I'm glad you like that."
I don't know what she was doing with her tongue, but, her actions, along with the view of my wife on her hands and knees in our rec room with Shane pounding his cock into her had me on the edge in mere moments. I groaned again, and let Jeanine know that I was close to coming.
"Soon," I groaned. "No kidding, if you keep that up, you're going to get a surprise."
"That's what I'm hoping for," she said, pausing only momentarily before sucking me back inside her talented mouth.
I felt the burning in my thighs begin and lifted my hips off the sofa. "It's coming!" I warned her. Jeanine sat back on her haunches, holding my cock pointed toward her open mouth, stroking it gently.
"Oh, wow!" I hollered then watched as the first shot of my essence blasted onto Jeanine's tongue. She smiled as much as she could with her mouth open, as my member squirted out three more loads. The last two or three simple dribble out and began to run down my member, stopped by Jeanine's fingers wrapped around the rod.
Jeanine hummed a "hunnnh?" toward me. I smiled and nodded as I saw my jism coating her very pink tongue. She closed her mouth, smiled at me, and swallowed. Then she surprised me by licking the dribbling remains off her fingers and my cock. She sat back on her legs again and looked at me with bright, shining eyes. "Shane told the truth. I'm a cum slut," she announced. "Yours tastes particularly nice."
"I knew you were finished," Kylie said. "With me, once you shoot your load, you're done. But, not with Miss Jeanine!"
"I thought I was, too, though," I told her. "Remember, I said you were usually right."
"Yeah, sure." She sounded very dubious.
"Besides, you seemed to be getting plowed pretty well by the Monopoly Master," I reminded her.
"Not the point," she said perfunctorily. "I've been masturbating for years because you couldn't get it up again, except for last night."
"Look, I was just as surprised as you. The fact is, though, you never tried like she did."
"Let's take a little break," Jeanine said.
"What do you want to do?" I asked her.
"Have a drink. Watch your wife and my husband. Then we'll see about getting you ready for the next round."
That's what we did. We sipped at our drinks and watched Shawn and Kylie. I had to admire his stamina. I'd have shot my load long ago had I been in his position. He held off nicely, though, while bringing Kylie to one thundering orgasm after another.
Jeanine cuddled with me on the sofa. Her soft hand played across my legs, belly and chest. She scrupulously avoided my manhood. She knelt next to me and whispered in my ear about how hot my wife and her husband looked together.
"I've seen the porn movies," she whispered, "but this is the real thing. This is just so much hotter."
I nodded and hummed my agreement.
"It's got my pussy all steamy and wet," she whispered. "Want to feel it?"
I grinned. She took my hand and eased it up from her knee to the steaming juncture. It was both hot and very damp.
"Doesn't it make you hard to watch that?"
"It is hot," I admitted, "but, I'm not sure I'll get hard again tonight."
"Oh, you will," she promised. "I'm not leaving until you fuck me."
With that, she leaned forward and took my slack member between her fingers. She began licking at the tip, planting small kisses right on the end, and sliding her delicate tongue along the underside.
"I'm not rushing you, am I?" she said.
"No, no," I replied. "I'm just enjoying it."
"You could put your fingers inside me, too, you know," she offered. "That way, I can enjoy it, too."
I slid my hand underneath her and caressed the engorged folds of damp, warm flesh, finally locating the target. As I slid my finger inside her, Jeanine groaned and sucked my still-flaccid cock into her mouth. Her tongue danced around it as I plunged my finger inside her, worming it around to stimulate all the nerve-endings. The more I twisted and turned it, the more energetic she became with her mouth and tongue until, wonder of wonders, I actually began to feel the stirrings of another erection beginning.
"It's working," I whispered to her.
She pulled back for an instant. "I know," she confirmed. "I can feel it." Then she dove back into her efforts with renewed enthusiasm.
I removed my hand from her crotch and licked the fingers that had played with abandon among her folds. It gave me an idea.
"Come here," I ordered her, lying down on the floor next to the sofa. "Like they were before," I instructed, waving a hand toward my wife and her husband. Jeanine smiled and straddled my head. I wrapped my hands around her thighs and pulled her juicy pussy to my lips as she dove back onto my growing erection.
Jeanine's labia were swollen, her clit distended, and her juices flowing as I clamped my mouth over them. I worked my tongue from the throbbing little nub up to the inviting orifice, sliding it gently inside her as deep as I was able. I reversed the motion and kept repeating it. Her hips gyrated as I drove her toward another orgasm. Her climax was accompanied by a tightening of her thighs around my head. At the same time, she released my now fully-engorged cock to moan her released.
"Oh, my goodness!" she moaned. "Oh, that's so sweet, so nice. Please, don't stop. Do it again, please," she pleaded. Then she dived back onto my swollen flesh, licking everywhere and sucking, nibbling and licking again. As nice as it felt, though, the urge to come in her mouth again never resurfaced.
Kylie and Shawn had shifted positions. She was riding him in the classic cowgirl form. Her red hair tossed around as she bounded on him, grunting and groaning. His hands mauled her breasts and his hips rose to meet each of her thrusts.
When Jeanine was close to her next orgasm, she spun around unexpectedly.
"Now," she demanded. "Just like them."
She slid down my body until my firmness met her moist recesses. She paused for a second to position herself and within an instant I was buried to the hilt in the first woman besides my wife I'd had since our marriage.
"Oh, fuck, that feels good," she said. "Let's just sit a minute and enjoy is."
"Lean over here," I told her. "I want to suck your nipples."
Jeanine hummed appreciatively and leaned forward. I caught her nipple between my lips. I could feel her clamping on my member as I licked and sucked on her engorged flesh. She rocked back and forth, causing my cock to slide within her.
"Yes," she whispered. "I like the feel of your cock inside me."
"And I love the way you feel wrapped around it," I admitted.
"I'm going to fuck you now," she said.
"Go right ahead," I told her.
"All that time," she said, beginning the rocking and pumping action with her hips, "all the teasing and flirting. I never thought it would come to anything."
"Did you want it to?" I asked.
"I do now," she answered. "It was fun. But, this, hmmmm," she hummed, "this is real and wonderful."
"And, you don't mind them," I wanted to know.
She whispered, "If it means I can have you like this then I don't care."
I smiled at her. "They seem to be getting along famously," I observed.
"That's good," she nodded. "Oh! Like the way that feels. They can fuck each other's brains out while we do this."
"What is this?" I asked her.
"Fucking, Alex. I want to fuck you. I want you to fuck me."
"I think we're there," I told her.
"Shane and I played this game," she admitted. "If you could have sex with anybody we know, who would it be. It was always you and Kylie."
"We just never thought it would really happen. I'm so glad you left that DVD in the player."
"I have to admit, Jeanine, that I'm a little surprised. I always thought you to be rather conservative and staid, a one-man-woman."
"And, so I was until tonight," she said. "Now, please, shut up and let me concentrate of fucking you."
So, I shut up. I don't know whether it was the medication or the results of our previous experience, but I was able to last an incredible amount of time. Jeanine was rocked with several large climaxes before I felt the stirrings. I warned her.
"I don't know how much longer I'm going to last," I told her.
Jeanine climbed off me and knelt next to the sofa, her arms reaching across the seat. "Come finish me off like this," she ordered. "Fuck me from behind. Pound your cock into me and spurt your cum deep inside me."
I climbed into position and plunged into her. "Aw, yes!" she hollered.
The truth was I hadn't paid any attention to Kylie and Shawn since Jeanine mounted me. They had finished, apparently. Kylie had retrieved several towels from the bathroom down the hall. Shawn was sitting on one in the easy chair. Kylie sat on the floor near him, her hands holding his member lightly as they watched Jeanine and me. Occasionally, she would rise up and take a lick at it.
"That's a very nice cock," I heard her say. "I hope I'll be seeing more of it in the future."
"Is that all?" Shawn asked her.
"Seeing, feeling, tasting," she grinned at him. "Fucking."
"Me, too," Shawn said. "You're a marvelous fuck."
"You're not too bad yourself," she told him.
"Yes, I am," he said. "I'm very bad. I'm almost ready to do you again."
"Really?" Kylie asked. "I feel like all my birthdays have come at once. Come on."
With that, they moved outside my sightline and I concentrated on pounding my meat into Jeanine. She began to moan the approach of another orgasm. Apparently, that thought was all I needed to push me over the edge as well. As Jeanine's muscles clamped on my cock I pounded through the resistance, the burning starting in my knees and traveling up my thighs. I groaned loudly as Jeanine moaned her own release.
"So, you see, it was the combination of strange, watching you and Shawn, and her magical ministrations that made me hard again," I explained.
"Humph," Kylie huffed. "So, without the strange and watching me fuck, I guess I'm out of luck getting you up again."
I laughed. "I don't know. You, I mean, we, could try it and see."
"Naw," she said, waving a hand. "You'd just be thinking about her, those pouty lips and porking her over by the sofa."
"You don't know that," I argued. "I could be thinking about you sucking Shane up again, or riding him while you scream out your own orgasms."
"You liked that?"
"Seemed like you did. So, if it was okay with you, it's okay with me."
"Want to see it again?"
I shrugged. "Sure. Why not?"
"Good. They're coming over again Friday night. Strip Monopoly, porn and sex. Make sure you pick out a good flick."
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