The Sex Tapes continue

By LiminallySpaced. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.

Back

on the screen, John had flipped Sandy around so she was on her hands

and knees. She looked over her shoulder and wiggled her ass seductively,

the camera picking up clearly how wet and well-fucked her cunt already

was. Then John lined back up and Sandy let out a long, deep moan as he

pushed his way deep inside her once again.

His

thighs slapped loudly against Sandy's ass as this mystery man fucked my

step mom's best friend, and each hard thrust trigged a short moan of

her pleasure.

The camera looked primarily down at Sandy's ass,

documenting the pistoning of John's cock in and out of her. This was

fine enough, but I let out my own moan of approval when the lens turned

toward Sandy's reflection in the big window.

I

had known Sandy for a long time. Spent time in her house, with her

family; I'd seen her laugh and enjoy herself, but I had never seen her

experience real pleasure. Not until that night. As the camera zoomed in

on her crystal clear reflection, I was taken by the look on her face.

Eyes closed, mouth hung open, those big, fat breasts hanging down,

swaying back and forth as John drove into her from behind; I knew the

pleasure in Sandy's body was building. Stephanie’s mom was going to cum.

The

moment was electric. Tara's hand worked my cock with purpose; each

stroke ended with a twist of her precum-slick hand on my tip, sending

jolt after jolt of pleasure through me. She was jerking me off; Tara was

jerking me off. And I had my fingers inside her.

The

tips of two slipped in and out easily, her body providing plenty of

sweet fluid to help welcome me into her tight tunnel. Then I felt Tara's

hand on my wrist, and she gently guided my hand into a position that

produced the most pleasure for her. A long, low "Yesssss" escaped

between her teeth like steam.

My best friend was teaching me how to make her cum.

Tara

and I gasped and moaned as we pleasured each other, breaths getting

more and more labored as we watched Sandy start to be overcome with

sensation. "Don't you cum, don't you dare cum," she started chanting.

I

wanted to obey, I wanted to do what Sandy asked of me, but when Tara

let out a loud, breathy yelp, and I felt the first spasms of her

orgasming cunt squeeze my fingers, it was all over.

Sandy's

body shook, shuddered, and emitted a loud, joyous wail as her orgasm

shot through her. A mantra of "yeah, baby, that's it, that's it, baby,"

from John guided her through her climax, his cock never leaving her

trembling cunt.

Tara

was cumming, and it was still the hottest thing I had ever seen. Her

hand on my cock had stopped stroking as her orgasm started, but it

didn't matter; I was past the point of no return. She held her hand

still at the base of my cock, squeezing, hanging on for dear life, and

through the glorious pressure of her hand and the erotic sight of her

orgasm, my balls lurched, my cock began to spasm, and pleasure washed

over my person, jumping out of my cock head in hot, white streams.

I

moaned, I gasped, and Tara looked over, riding out the end of her

orgasm, as cum poured out of my cock like lava over her hand.

Finally Sandy fell forward, a heap of heavy breaths and orgasmic aftershocks, and the two of them began to laugh.

Tara

and I sat still, hands still locked on each others' genitals, trying

through labored breaths to wrap our minds around what just happened.

We looked at each other in silence.

"Jesus Christ," Sandy chuckled, "that cock of yours is something else!"

"You're so fuckin' hot, baby," John said in that southern drawl, "it's so hot when you cum for me!"

Sandy

laughed again, caught her breath and said "You better not have cum,

mister, because this is just the beginning; you've got some work to do!"

Rising to her feet gestured for John to follow her to the bedroom.

The

exhausted look on Tara's face couldn't hide the lust that still

remained. Her nipples were still hard, her hand still held my cock.

Between deep breaths I saw her lick her lips.

She

squeezed. I barely registered the images of Sandy and John approaching

the bedroom door with giggles and laughs on the screen.

Tara's

body shifted toward me slightly. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, my fingers

still inside my best friend's cunt, our lips started to float toward

each other.

This

was a moment long overdue. Her glistening lips looked delicious. I

couldn't wait to taste them. I couldn't wait to see what would happen

after I tasted them. I couldn't wait to taste other parts of her, to

feel other parts of her,

, but I was going to have to.

We

had stopped paying attention to the video on the screen, both stuck in

our own private erotic universe, but as Sandy knocked on the bedroom

door, the words that followed rocketed me back to earth at light speed.

"What

do you think," Sandy said through the door with a big smile, John

making sure to film her hand still idly fluffing his cock, "are you

ready for him Kel?"

I froze. I whipped my head back toward the tv. It couldn't,

Moans and whimpers came from behind the bedroom door, getting louder as Sandy pushed it open.

There's no way,

Greeting

Sandy and John with a big smile was Sandy's husband Don. He was on his

back on the bed, straddled by a naked woman enthusiastically riding his

considerable cock.

"Tim,

is that,” Tara said, sharing my disbelief, but I had no words, because

as John brought the camera into the room and circled around the

fornicating couple, his lens revealed the identity of this lusty,

mystery rider.

Greeting John's camera with a smile, breathlessly fucking her best friend's husband, was my step mother Kelly.

A Brief detour: The history of Kelly, Sandy, & Don

Kelly

was turning 30 years old. Like many other women her age she had hopes

and dreams of what her third decade might bring, but what Kelly

definitely didn't expect when she turned 30 was to be a single mother

for the second time.

Kelly

met her first husband, Roger, in college, a friend of a friend who

stepped in one night when her planned date bailed on her. Kelly didn't

get out too much, always head down in her studies, and she had gone all

out for this date. She did her hair, wore her tightest pants and her

nicest blouse, even borrowed a push up bra from her roommate to make

sure all her assets were on display.

She

was excited. She had met her date at a party a week or so ago, a party

she almost didn't go to, save for the urging and encouragement of her

best friend Sandy. The opposite of Kelly, Sandy was a social butterfly,

far more interested in the more enjoyable side of college life. That's

not to say Sandy wasn't a good student though. She was the gifted type

who could party through the weekend and not remember any of it, while

also being ready to go for an exam on Monday. Sandy and Kelly were

inseparable, and Sandy had been there to help Kelly broaden her horizons

ever since day one.

Sandy

and Kelly met the night of the first formal dance at their college. 18

years old, and away from home for the first time, Kelly was excited to

share a luxurious night out with her boyfriend. High school sweethearts,

they were both shy virgins when they got together. They made love for

the first time one summer night after graduation, and even though it was

short, and not entirely pleasurable for Kelly, it excited her to no

end. She was now a sexual person, a woman, and she thought she had found

her person. They had shared this intimate, intense experience, and she

was sure the connection they now shared would carry them into many years

of love.

Unfortunately

what it brought was only a couple more awkward sexual experiences

together in between shifts at their respective summer jobs and an

uncertainty about where their relationship was headed.

Their last night together had been enjoyable enough, seemingly for both of them.

"Do

you think maybe you could suck my dick next time?" He asked as she

climbed off his softening penis, and back into the passenger seat of his

car.

Kelly

was taken aback. Admittedly she was a little hesitant (one might even

say afraid) of putting a hard penis in her mouth, of giving up that much

control, but as she looked down at herself, plump tits still exposed

and red from sucking, bunched up skirt barely covering her wet, swollen

cunt, she couldn't help but wonder what she had done wrong. She had

taken his cock inside her and milked him with her body until he

exploded, and didn't even complain or feel cheated that she once again

hadn't cum herself. But apparently he was still feeling unsatisfied.

"Uh, sure,” she said, trying to organize all the thoughts swirling in her head, “I don't see why not."

There

wouldn't be a next time before they both left for college, and Kelly

would be lying if she wasn't slightly relieved. Not so much because she

didn't want to suck his dick, she was willing to try it if that's what

he wanted, but more so because something felt off. She couldn't put her

finger on what it was, but it was something.

College

started, and Kelly began focussing on her studies. She did her best to

talk to her boyfriend as often as possible, but as these things go,

nightly turned into twice a week, which turned into weekly, which turned

into bi-weekly. The dance was coming up however, and Kelly saw it as

the perfect opportunity to rekindle things. They had both been focused

on school (or so she thought), but the dance would be the chance for

them to focus on each other, and she was ready. If he wanted his dick

sucked, she was going to suck his dick.

Having

a boyfriend who went to a different school, Kelly wasn't on the market,

but she wasn't dead either. She still had needs, and as she was a great

student, her regular self-pleasure sessions became erotic study

sessions. She touched herself to a wide array of "research material" she

found on the internet, and as her cunt began to develop a pavlovian

response to the images of a hard cock being loved on by the mouth of a

beautiful woman, she began to understand it. To want it.

She

was looking forward to it. She fantasized about feeling the spongy head

with her tongue, about feeling his hard shaft slide between her lips.

She wondered how much of him she'd be able to take in her mouth, what

she'd be willing to do when it came time for him to shoot his load. She

wanted nothing more now than to suck her boyfriend's cock, and she was

going to rock his world at the dance.

Then the phone call came.

Sandy

was on her way to the showers, the first step in preparation for what

she knew was going to be an amazing night. She was getting ready to go

to the formal dance with her boyfriend Don, and she wanted everything

about her look to be perfect. Sandy and Don had met at the local bar the

first week of college, and they had been joined at the hip ever since.

Or, more specifically, joined at the crotch. Sandy was no virgin when

they met, she had her fair share of fun in high school, but there was

just something different about Don. A different feeling. A different

energy.

Don

was a junior, and wasn't looking for a new relationship. He had just

had his heart broken and was out with some friends, looking only to hang

out and have drinks, when across the room his eyes fell on the most

gorgeous thing he had ever seen in his life: a wild mane of dirty blonde

hair; a smile that could only be described as lusty; a pert, tight ass,

and two, large, supple breasts encased in a tight, low cut shirt,

boiling over with deep cleavage.

Suddenly

he found himself wondering what those breasts felt like in his hands,

what her nipples tasted like, what she sounded like when she orgasmed.

He found his way over to her by the bar, where she accepted the drink he

bought her with a smile. By the end of the night he found himself

balls-deep in her cunt, her lovely body bent over the hood of a car. He

got to feel those breasts, taste those nipples, and hear those orgasmic

sounds as she spasmed around his hard cock.

Don's

balls began to boil, and as he announced he too was going to cum, he

only then realized they were too caught up in their lust to remember a

condom, but it was no matter; without missing a beat after his climactic

announcement, Sandy breathlessly offered three words back: "In my

mouth." This sent a surge to his balls, but it was the fourth word she

choked out after catching her breath that sent him careening over the

edge: “please."

His

cock stiffened harder than iron, and in almost a single, smooth motion,

he slipped his cock out of her cunt, and Sandy melted down to her

knees, taking him into her mouth. Don felt one hand on his balls and

another gripping his hip, and after no more than three or four bobs of

her head, his whole body tensed, and this girl he'd just met received a

mouth full of hot cum.

She

looked in his eyes as she swallowed, and suckled gently on his

softening tip as his breath came back to him. They both smiled. They

both laughed. They both knew this was something special.

That

night was only the first of many that Sandy and Don spent together.

That night had been erotic, electric, dirty and explosive, which is

exactly why Sandy put the breaks on the physical stuff for the next

couple weeks. Don's cock was perfect for her, and he had made her cum

harder than any man had at that point, but she wasn't just looking for a

quick fuck from this guy; she wanted to see if their chemistry extended

outside the bedroom as well.

Don

was a total gentleman on their much more chaste followup dates, never

pushing, never pressuring, just happy to spend time with Sandy and get

to know her. It was this chivalry, on top of the fact that he was

legitimately an amazing guy, that sent her home soaking wet, where she

would attack her dildo with purpose, cumming long, hard, and loud into

her pillow.

They

both knew what was in the air the night they went to watch their mutual

friend play basketball for their college team. Few words were said, but

few words were needed, as the smiles on their faces spoke volumes.

After saying goodnight to their friends, they drove silently back to

Don's apartment, slipped into the bedroom, and made long, slow,

passionate love throughout the night.

This

time when Don gasped, and his balls pulled tight to his body, there

would be no pulling out. Sandy's legs gripped him closer than ever, and

she felt every pulse of his spasming cock as her body milked his cum

into hers. Breath left her body and with Don's bare cock still pumping

inside her, Sandy began to cum as well. It would be the first of many

barriers brought down between them, and soon they would begin to explore

every corner of each other's desires and fantasies, something they

would continue to do deep into their eventual marriage.

Sandy

was excited about the dance because she was planning to explore one of

those corners of fantasy that night; she wanted everything to be

perfect, because she was going to give Don her anal virginity. She had

had fingers, toys, even the stray tongue in there in the past, but she'd

never committed to letting a cock penetrate her ass, and that night she

was ready to give it to Don.

As

she made her way toward the showers she thought about the evening,

about the act. For the first time in a while, she was nervous. She

practically knew Don's cock front to back at that point, but still, anal

was something totally new for her. His dick was long, and it was thick,

and her ass was very tight. She wondered if he'd be able to fit it all

in; what it would feel like for him to fuck her; what it would feel like

when he came.

A

drizzle of arousal began to trickle down into Sandy's loins as she

entertained the thoughts, but she was suddenly brought back to earth by

the faint sounds of sobbing.

Rounding

the corner of the hall into the common area, she saw a cute brunette

curled up on the couch, her head in her knees, doing her best to muffle

the sounds of her sadness.

"Hey,

are you ok?" Sandy inquired. With a long sniffle and a start, the

brunette picked her head up, and Sandy and Kelly met for the first time.

The

two clicked instantly, sitting and talking as Kelly vented her

frustrations and sadness about her boyfriend. Not only would he not be

coming to the dance, but he was breaking up with her.

"He

said we had grown apart," Kelly said through sniffles, "but I could

tell it was something else. I knew there had been something else for a

while, so I kept pushing, and finally,” she trailed off.

"Was there someone else?" Sandy asked, placing a comforting hand on Kelly's knee. Kelly nodded.

"And

there had been for a while. Some skank from our high school - he had

been cheating on me since before we even left for college!" Kelly said

angrily,

"Oh, sweetie, I'm so sorry!"

"And

I know why, too; Christ, it all makes sense now; I mean I had, I mean

we had, a few times, but I never, and he found some skank who WOULD!"

Sandy

was admittedly a little confused, but also found Kelly's shyness very

cute. "I'm not sure I follow, sweetie, what are you; "

"He broke up with me because I wouldn't suck his dick." Kelly just blurted out.

"Oh!" Sandy said, seeing things clearer now. "So you never, "

"No,

we Did, and that's the thing! We had sex! Multiple times! And he still

wasn't satisfied! And I mean neither was I, but you didn't hear me

complaining,” she said with a chuckle as she wiped her nose.

"So wait, he never made you cum?" Sandy said, Kelly's eyes going wide at the unexpected candor of her language.

"Nope." Kelly shook her head

"Never? Not even doing other stuff?"

"Nope."

"So

let me get this straight," Sandy began, taking all the info in, "this

guy, who never made you cum, ever, but who got to experience all the

pleasures your body had to give him, broke up with you because you

wouldn't put his sad little pecker in your mouth?"

"Pretty much," Kelly said, eyes wide again.

"Well

I say he did you a favor; good fucking riddance, girl! There are plenty

of bigger, better cocks, mouths, fingers, you name it out there just

dying to make a girl like you cum till you pass out, and now you are

free to go hunting!"

Kelly

laughed out loud this time at Sandy's lewdness. She couldn't tell if it

was a put on to cheer her up, or just the way she always was, but

either way, she liked it. It was shocking, but she liked it. She liked

Sandy. And she could tell that Sandy liked her back.

"Funny

thing is," Kelly said after a pause, "I was going to do it tonight;

after the dance; I was gonna suck the life out of him. But now I'll just

be home by myself like every other night."

Now it was Sandy's turn to be surprised at Kelly's language, but it gave her an idea.

"Listen, you've got a dress, right? You were already planning on wowing everyone in the room, right?"

"I guess, "

"Well there's no reason not to just on account of that asshole; why don't you come to the dance with me and my boyfriend Don?"

"I could never, I wouldn't want to impose,” Kelly said, waving her off

"It's

no imposition at all! It'll definitely get people talking, and trust

me, Don will love walking in with two gorgeous ladies on his arm, that's

for sure."

They both laughed, and Kelly considered the offer.

"Are you sure?" She said, a strained look on her face.

"Absolutely.

You can't walk in with us, and if you happen to walk out with someone

else, well then all the better, right?" Sandy bounced her eyebrows

seductively.

Kelly

took a long pause and then a big smile pulled at her lips. She nodded

enthusiastically in agreement. The two of them shared an excited hug.

"Perfect,"

Sandy said as she pulled away, her smile matching Kelly's, "Now you go

get ready, and 'll start telling all the guys you're looking to suck

some cock tonight!"

"SANDY!" Kelly yelped, and the two broke into laughter.

When

the two new friends finally calmed down, they said their temporary

goodbyes, and Sandy smiled as she watched Kelly practically skip down

the hallway toward her room. Sandy sighed with a smile and resumed her

journey to the showers.

The

hot water cascading down her tight, young body, Sandy thought about

Kelly, and what the night might bring. She liked Kelly, and looked

forward to spending more time with her. She was happy Kelly's boyfriend

broke up with her, as if not for that, the two never would have met. She

thought about how stupid Kelly's boyfriend was, giving up a girl like

that over a blowjob. It's true Kelly had a great body, slim waist with a

nice big flare at the hips, two plump breasts perched pleasantly on her

chest, and it's true that Sandy took notice. She appreciated the female

form as much as the next person, and knew that whoever got the next

crack at Kelly was a lucky man. Lastly she thought about her original

plans, probably now dashed. She didn't care. She might not be losing her

anal virginity that night after all, but at least she did her good deed

for the week and made a new friend in the process.

"So

she's never sucked cock before, but she wants to now?" Don said into

the phone as he got dressed. Sandy was telling him the new plan for the

evening, and all about the new friend she just made, but of course, as

was his way, it seemed like Don had selective hearing.

"No,

no," Sandy said back as she took in her freshly showered body in the

reflection of her full-length mirror, wet hair up in a towel, "well, I

mean, yes, I think, but you're missing the point, as usual!"

Sandy

wasn't necessarily what you'd call a vain person, but she knew she had a

good body. Tight and wide in all the right places, with two big,

luscious tits that seemed to match her ass in the disregard for the

force of gravity, she had what men liked. And some women, too. Her tits

were definitely a major attraction, and always received a lot of

attention, whether from eyes, hands, lips, or, on very special

occasions, cocks.

She

smiled at her reflection, thinking back to a night not that long ago

when she had been on her knees in front of this mirror, her thick

breasts wrapped tight around Don's thrusting cock. She knew how much the

boys loved her tits, how badly they wanted to slide their pricks

between them, and that's why she reserved that act for only the most

worthy; for the boys who earned it. And good God, had Don more than

earned it.

She

just smiled, and thought about how lucky she was to have found him, and

how important to her his pleasure was, because her pleasure was equally

important to him. When he began to grunt and shake, Sandy cooed and

encouraged him and with a gasp and a shudder, hot, white streams began

to spurt up from her tight cleavage.

If

fucking Sandy's tits was rare, cumming between them was almost unheard

of. In fact it had only happened one other time, with Rich Genoveraci

the summer before college, and that was only because he was so excited

to get between her globes that he couldn't control himself. It was fine

with Rich, he was a good guy, she wasn't mad, but it was different with

Don. She wanted him to cum on her. He could cum however he wanted,

wherever he wanted, and she wanted him to know that.

As

Don began to cum, Sandy's eyes darted to the side, and caught her

reflection in the mirror. Boy what a sight: wild mane of blonde

highlights, the sweet curve of her back into her perfect ass, big

breasts pressed together, Don's considerable cock cresting out from

between them over and over, spurting wildly, she liked it. She liked it

then, she liked it earlier when she got to watch herself cum while Don

fucked her from behind, and she liked it moments later when he ate her

still soaking cunt to another orgasm, his cum still glimmering on her

chest as he did so.

"Maybe

next time I'll let him cum on my face," she thought as she took in the

final ebbs and grunts of Don's orgasm, "I bet that would be even hotter

to watch."

She would, and it was.

"I

don't know, Sandy, I thought tonight was going to be about us?" She

could hear his disappointment through the receiver clear as day.

"I

know, baby, but she needs a friend," Sandy said with a mock whine, "and

besides, think about it this way: you get to walk into the dance with

two absolute smokeshows on your arms, go home with at least one of them,

you've done a good deed for the week, and you get to end the night in

bed next to your very, very, appreciative girlfriend, "

There was a long pause on Don's end, and Sandy smiled; she knew she had him.

“what do you mean I get to go home with At LEAST one of you?"

"Don!"

"Ok, ok! Yeah, fine, let's do it."

Sandy

smiled once again. "Thanks, baby, you're the best. Now pick us up at 8

and try not to drool Too much when you see what you're in for tonight."

Sandy hung up the phone, took one last look at her perfect, nude body, smiled, and started getting dressed.

Don

leaned against the hood of his car as he waited for Sandy and Kelly to

come down. He had agreed to let Kelly join them at the dance, but truth

be told he was a little put out to have to deal with a third wheel

tonight. He was sure she was very nice, and he was happy to help, but he

and Sandy had been looking forward to this night for a long time. From

the innuendos Sandy had been throwing his way he knew she had something

special planned, but now those plans were probably scrapped. Gone too

was his hope to maybe get a little road head either to or from the

dance. He just hoped this Kelly person appreciated how all of her blues

went straight to Don's balls instead.

He

had just put a cigarette between his lips when the door to the dorm

opened up and two absolute visions cascaded down the stairs.

Hair

perfect, lips painted a seductive red, Sandy was in shimmering sea foam

green. Backless and low cut, her thick, perfect breasts were on display

with cleavage so deep a climber might get lost in there. Don loved

those breasts. Sandy knew Don loved those breasts and she made it a

point to show off whenever she got the chance. Don didn't mind, either;

he wanted other men to look, to drool, to be jealous that those amazing

tits, that amazing woman, belonged to Don and Don alone.

His

cock twitched as he thought about getting lost between those breasts,

and then his eyes drifted over to Kelly. His cock twitched again.

Kelly

was a vision in royal purple. The Betty to Sandy's Veronica, Kelly's

dress was more conservative, but no less arousing. Strapless, the dress

accented her considerable curves, hanging off just the right places,

swishing hypnotically as she walked, and a tantalizing bouquet of

cleavage sprouted from the tasteful folds of fabric that came together

between her breasts. She had dusky, mysterious eye makeup around her

bright green eyes, and deep red coated full, pouting lips. Don stared at

those lips and suddenly remembered that no cock had ever been between

them.

His pants grew tight, and his throat grew dry.

"I uh, I mean,” Don stumbled to find any words, but managed only to settle on “wow."

"I

do think we made the boy speechless, Kell," Sandy beamed, a playful

glint in her eye. "Don, this is Kelly, Kelly, this is my boyfriend Don."

Kelly reached out and shook Don's hand. Sandy, ever the flirt, leaned

into Kelly's ear and loudly whispered "usually he's got a much better

handle on how to use that tongue of his, believe me."

Sandy

could practically feel the heat leap off Kelly's cheeks as she blushed

at the remark. Sandy just smiled, gave Kelly a light tap on the ass, and

ushered them toward Don's car.

"You

guys look amazing," Don said as Kelly slid into the backseat, Sandy

sliding in right next to her. He was ok being their driver tonight. He

still did not quite believe he was getting to walk into the dance with

these two bombshells on his arms.

"We

know," Sandy said, before giving him a quick kiss and dropping her hand

across the front of his pants to get a feel of the cock she knew was

hard even before she touched it. Kelly caught the exchange out of the

corner of her eye; she tried not to stare, but she felt a little tingle

deep inside. She was supposed to have that too tonight. She was

frustrated. She was jealous. She was aroused.

On

the drive over, the three of them clicked in conversation immediately.

It was like they had all known each other forever; Don really liked

Kelly, and she seemed to really like them as well. They laughed and

chatted, and Don snuck as many looks at the two gorgeous creatures in

his back seat as possible. Sandy was on tonight, and Don loved seeing

her smile, however there was something new in her chatter with Kelly;

she almost seemed like she was flirting.

They

had never talked about it, and Sandy had never outwardly expressed it,

but Don began to wonder if maybe Sandy liked girls too. They had been

doing a lot of exploring together lately, and she definitely seemed

adventurous enough to at least try it. The thought of Sandy and Kelly

together excited him, and he tried not to stare too much as his pants

got tighter. His mind drifted to thoughts of what the two of them might

do together. What, the three of them, might do together.

The

dance itself was amazing. As expected, all the heads turned as the

three new friends waltzed in together. Don's smile was as bright as the

sun, walking in with a gorgeous woman on each arm, and he could feel the

jealousy almost immediately. He fielded questions from his friends and

frat brothers about what exactly was going on there, but he just played

it cool, neither confirming nor denying any of the lewd suggestions

being thrown at him. He just smiled and sipped his drink as he watched

his two dates dancing and laughing together under the multi-colored

lights. When both their hands reached out toward him and beckoned him to

join them, all he could do was straighten his tie, salute his buddies,

and leave them behind to pick their jaws up off the floor.

Despite

the initial goal of this evening being to find Kelly a replacement for

her now ex boyfriend, Kelly, Don and Sandy were practically inseparable

the entire night. As the drinks flowed, the three of them got more and

more comfortable. Hands began to touch bodies, hot breath cascaded down

necks, and Kelly even joined Sandy in grinding on Don in an attempt to

really make the room jealous. It was all in good fun, but Kelly's cunt

was drenched. Her emotions had been all over the place that day, and it

had been so long since she had been touched, that the attention from Don

had turned her on immensely. She had felt his hands on her, felt his

body with hers, and had even felt the hardness of his cock press against

her ass. It was too much.

Kelly

disengaged from the triplet, and left them to their own devices while

she got some refreshments. She couldn't take her eyes off them though,

so when the first guy she saw asked her to dance, she agreed, out of

sheer need for distraction.

They

hit the dance floor and got at it, but still her thoughts, and her

gaze, were locked on Sandy and Don. They were so hot together, and Sandy

had spilled some secrets to Kelly about their love life that made Kelly

vibrate with excitement.

Kelly

was no home wrecker though, so she decided to redirect her arousal to

the man in front of her. She pulled him close and whispered "you wanna

go somewhere?" into his ear, and felt the boy's entire body jolt up.

This wasn't something she usually did, but she was horny as fuck, and

she had a goal she wanted to achieve tonight, after all.

She

caught Sandy and Don's eyes as she left the dance floor, but there were

no smiles among them, just a look of something else. A look of lust.

In

a dark, private corner of the dancehall, Kelly and her new friend

battled each other with hot kisses. Breaths were ragged, hands gripped

and groped, and Kelly felt the erotic touch of a man on her body for the

first time in a very long time.

She

also felt the stiffness of his cock pressing into her hip. She reached

down and touched it through the thin fabric of his dress pants. Gripped

it. He moaned.

Kelly's arousal was at an all-time high, and her inhibitions were at an all-time low; she decided it was now or never.

Kelly

went in for a final, deep kiss, and then slowly lowered herself to her

knees. His breath was ragged and out of control as Kelly's new friend

started to realize what he was in for. Kelly paused, hands on his

thighs, as she took in the moment: here she was, on her knees, some

fabric and a small zipper the only thing between her face and his hard

cock, a hard cock she definitely wanted to put in her mouth.

This is what she wanted, right? She was definitely ready for it, definitely ready to do it with a complete stranger, right?

Kelly

took a deep breath, and slid her hands up his thighs and over his hard

cock. She felt it through his pants. Stroked it, preparing herself as

much as she was preparing him. It was game time, she thought, and with

one final stroke, she moved her hand to the zipper on his pants.

It

was game time alright, but his team had other plans. The excitement of

being with this beautiful woman, of feeling her hands on his hard cock,

was all too much, and before she could even grip the zipper, she felt

the fabric of his pants shift and twitch. His hand gripped her shoulder,

he began to moan, and Kelly just watched in surprise as he emptied his

balls all over the inside of his pants.

There

was a long pause, followed by a string of apologies and frustrations.

Kelly assured him it was totally fine, and tried to help him save face

by awkwardly assuring him she saw it as a compliment.

Clearly

mortified, the overexcited boy apologized a final time, and then

hurried off, leaving Kelly alone to process the recent events. All she

could do was laugh. He was a nice boy, but in reality she didn't really

want to suck his cock just to do it, and she was glad it didn't end up

happening.

Walking

back out into the view of the dance floor, her eyes excitedly scanned

the room looking for Sandy and Don. She found them near the center, and

couldn't take her eyes off them. Sandy had her back to Don, his face

nuzzled in her neck, a dark lusty smile on her lips. Her deep cleavage

was on display as her dress pulled tight against the swell of her

impressive breasts. Her hips swayed seductively against Don's body as

his hands rocked back and forth over the crest of her hips. Kelly felt

that familiar, pleasurable tingle in her loins, and all at once she

realized it wasn't Don that was turning her on, it was Sandy too. It was

both of them.

Suddenly

she caught Sandy's gaze, and now it was her turn to be beckoned back

onto the dance floor. She did not resist, and the three of them danced

as one for the rest of the evening.

As

the night wound down, the threesome made their way back to Don's car.

"Where should we go next?" Kelly said through a slightly inebriated

giggle as she and Sandy tumbled into the back seat of the car.

"Still

going strong, huh?" Don said as he fired up the engine. This girl was

something else. She had told them both about what happened with the guy

at the dance, and while Sandy had giggled and pouted in sympathy, Don

had found the story extremely arousing. He loved Sandy, would never ever

cheat on her, but he couldn't help but be a little jealous of this

random student who almost got to be the first cock in Kelly's mouth.

"Well,

I kinda don't have anywhere else to go," Kelly lamented, "I saw my

roommate earlier in the night and she informed me that our room was

going to be, occupied." The three of them chuckled at the implication.

"Why

don't we all go back to Don's place?" Sandy offered up with glee. She

had been planning on ending her night there anyway, so she knew they'd

have the place all to themselves, and while her original plans had been a

bit more lewd than a chill hang out, she didn't want to leave Kelly all

by her lonesome. That was definitely why she offered up the option, she

told herself, definitely the only reason, definitely to be a good

platonic friend to Kelly, and definitely noT because of the tingle she

felt inside when they danced together, or how hard she felt her nipples

get any time Kelly danced up on Don. Nope, definitely not either of

those.

"Are you sure? I don't want to impose," Kelly protested, doing her best to hide her own tingle.

"We

insist!" Don offered back. He had begun the night disappointed and

frustrated at the third wheel that was going to ruin the hot, sexy night

he and Sandy had lined up, but now, now he had no idea what the rest of

the night would hold, and he couldn't wait to find out.

Kelly

nodded her acceptance, everyone celebrated, and Sandy leaned in and

kissed Kelly on the cheek. It was something, a spark, felt by everyone,

but acknowledged by no one. Just a friendly, excited, platonic kiss.

Nothing more.

When

they got to Don't place, Kelly floated behind them, high on the great

night she had had. It had been an amazing night, premature ejaculation

aside, she had danced her ass off, gotten a little tipsy, and made two

new amazing friends that sacrificed their night in order to help her get

over the heartbreak of losing her boyfriend.

The

three of them sat in the living room on Don's big, comfy couch,

relaxed, changed into more comfortable attire, and were ready to

decompress from the events of the evening. Don lent Kelly one of his

t-shirts to sleep in. it was oversized, but not so big that the cheeks

of her ass didn't peek out the bottom when she moved across the room.

His cock twitched in appreciation every time.

Sandy

had her own sleepwear, short shorts and a t-shirt of her own, and Kelly

couldn't look away from the sway of her large breasts, free beneath the

soft jersey. Kelly wasn't sure if it was the booze or the excitement of

the evening, but she found Sandy's tits to be quite hypnotizing.

The

trio popped open a bottle of wine, put on a movie they never intended

to watch, and learned everything there was to know about each other.

Kelly was having a great time, thankful for the bonding that was

happening, but as the excitement of the evening wore off, and the wine

started to take over, she found her eyes to be extremely heavy.

Beginning to slowly flutter, she felt the pull of sleep. Wrapping

herself in the soft embrace of the plush couch cushions, Kelly gave in

and drifted off, happy.

She

wasn't sure what time it was when she woke up, but it was still dark,

and the television was still on. The movie they had put on was long over

and something else had taken its spot on the late-night airwaves, but

it wasn't the sounds of tv that caught her attention, it was the low,

muffled, grunts and sighs she heard emanating from the other side of the

big, L-shaped couch.

Her

eyes adjusted to consciousness, and drifted toward the origin of the

hot, breathy sounds. She dared not move, as to not ruin the moment by

telegraphing she was awake, but she was transfixed nonetheless, locked

in on the sight before her: Sandy, still clothed, straddling a shirtless

Don, the two of them aggressively, yet quietly, making out.

She

knew it was wrong to watch, wrong to intrude on an intimate moment, but

on the other hand one could argue it was wrong to engage in such

activities with Kelly in such close proximity. Such close, close,

proximity.

These

two were hot, Kelly couldn't deny it, and watching them make out was

turning her on immensely. She was jealous, she was aroused, she wanted

to scream for them to stop, she wanted nothing else but for them to keep

going, all at once. She wasn't sure what she was supposed to feel, but

she was definitely sure of what she did feel, and what she felt was a

deep, stirring tingle in her loins, and the heat of her cunt getting wet

and flushed.

Kelly

wasn't sure what to do about this feeling, this need for release, and

then Sandy's hands reached down, grabbed the hem of her t-shirt and

lifted it up and off over her head. Kelly stifled a gasp, because what

was in front of her now were two of the biggest, best tits she had ever

seen, perched high and perky on her new friend's naked chest.

Don's

hands went for them immediately, and as he pulled them into his face

and took each of the hard nipples into his mouth, Kelly realized her

hand had drifted down beneath the big t-shirt, and was slowly stroking

her cunt through her panties.

Don

squeezed and sucked, and it was hard for Sandy to keep quiet, but she

did her best as her lover sent spikes of pleasure through her body. She

wanted him so badly, and had gone against her better judgment, starting

their love making in full view of their new friend. Or maybe she did it

on purpose, Sandy honestly wasn't sure.

Don's

tongue and lips and hands were driving her crazy, and her body buzzed

as she ground her wet, shorts-clad cunt against his hard, shorts-clad

cock. She loved his cock; she loved him; it was perfect for her. The

perfect size, the perfect width, Sandy couldn't get enough of it, of

giving him pleasure, and tonight was no different. She needed him inside

her, but first, she needed him in her mouth.

Sandy

hated the term blow job, at least when it came to Don, because to her

it wasn't a job, it was an absolute pleasure. She'd sucked cocks before

Don's but never had she felt so alive doing it, getting off on feeling

both in control and totally submissive at the same time. She didn't just

suck Don's cock, she worshiped it, savoring every twitch and moan, and

basking in his ultimate pleasure, be it in her mouth, on her face, on

her tits, or anywhere else.

Body

overheating from his cock being so close, yet so far away, she pulled

his mouth off her nipple with a slight, wet, pop, kissed him deeply, and

then slithered her way down to the floor between his knees. They

communicated silently through knowing looks and smiles, and needing no

further encouragement, Don slid his hips forward, lifting slightly as

Sandy gripped his shorts and drew them down over his legs, freeing his

thick, throbbing cock with a springy bob.

Their

eyes were locked on to each other. Sandy's hands ran up and down Don's

legs in anticipation, his emancipated penis straining desperately for

what was to come next. Don ran a hand over Sandy's face, and

breathlessly she slipped his thumb into her mouth. She rolled her lips

and tongue around it as though it were his cock, telling him what was in

store for him.

Thumb

still in her mouth, he sighed audibly when her hands cupped his full

balls. Fingers gently ran up the length of his shaft, and the two lovers

exchanged rugged breaths as their teasing increased. Then, with a

similar soft, wet pop, Don's thumb slipped out of Sandy's mouth. Sandy

licked her lips, tossed her wild mane of hair to the side, and dropped

her open mouth down toward Don's rigid cock.

She

was just about to engulf him when a loud, sharp gasp stopped her in her

tracks. Her eyes shot up to Don's but his head was turned away, turned

toward the far end of the couch. Sandy's head turned slowly toward the

focus of Don's attention; the room was dark, but there was no mistaking

the glint of the tv light reflecting off Kelly's wide open eyes.

The

three were silent, locked on to each other, each as excited but unsure

of the situation as the next. Slight movement in Kelly's shoulder drew

Sandy's eyes down the length of her arm; her hand was tucked tight

inside her panties. She was touching herself.

Sandy

felt her own cunt start to tingle, felt Don's hard cock in her hands,

and then the words just fell out of her mouth: "Do you want to join us?"

Don's

head snapped back hard to look at Sandy, whose eyes told him everything

he needed to know, then back to Kelly. His cock throbbed in support.

The

tension and the desire in the room was thick and palpable, these three

friends in a sort of sexual standoff. There was thick, foggy silence,

and then Kelly spoke.

"No,"

Kelly said finally. Don's cock deflated slightly, as the prospect of

fucking both these beautiful women had made him insanely hard, but then

Kelly finished her sentence with a quiet, yet confident "I want to

watch."

Don's cock surged.

Sandy

smiled. "Watch what, baby?" She responded, and her hands slowly started

resuming their ministrations on Don's member, almost in excited

response to Kelly's request.

"I

want to watch,” Kelly started, nervous to complete her sentence, but

driven now completely by arousal, “I want to watch you suck him."

Sandy

smiled again. She was more turned on than she had ever been in her

life, and she was happy to comply, but Sandy also had a request of her

own.

"Ok," she said, hands stroking and kneading, eyes still locked on Kelly, "but we want to watch too."

A

shiver went down Kelly's back, partly nervousness, but mostly

excitement. There was no use denying that the situation was turning her

on, her drenched cunt was evidence of that, but she had never expected

to be a participant. She had never touched herself in front of anyone,

not even her boyfriend, and the prospect felt both mortifying, and oddly

freeing. These two new friends were trusting her with their most

intimate activities, it was only fair for her to trust them with hers.

Without

a further word, Kelly sat up, wiggled her hips slightly, drew her knees

in close, and slowly peeled her wet panties down and off her body. She

held her legs closed for a moment, preparing herself for the

vulnerability she was about to display, and then, her eyes locked onto

Sandy's, breath heavy and deep, her thighs slowly butterflied open and

she revealed her dripping lips, wide with desire, to her new friends.

Sandy

smiled, her stroking and rubbing of Don's cock increasing, but Kelly

wasn't all the way there yet. As if motivating her to go all the way,

Sandy leaned forward, tipped Don's cock back toward his body, and ran

her tongue up and down his length with a languid motion. Don moaned and

throbbed, Kelly's breath became more ragged, and Sandy smiled as she

watched her new friend's hand dip down between her splayed open legs.

Kelly gasped and began rubbing and sliding over her wet cunt lips.

Now the game was on.

Sandy moaned in appreciation, and then in one movement dipped her head down and took the head of Don's cock into her mouth.

Don

and Kelly both gasped at the same time as pleasure surged through both

their young bodies. Don was instantly in heaven, and Kelly was in utter

disbelief. Months ago the prospect of having a penis in her mouth was

gross and scary, and now here she was, legs spread and dripping,

fingering herself desperately, wanting nothing more than to watch her

friend suck this big cock to completion.

It

was so erotic, watching Sandy's mouth expertly slide up and down Don's

cock. And what a cock it was. Considerably larger than her ex's, it was

tall, thick, and proud. Kelly was jealous of her friend. Jealous that

she got to give pleasure, and receive pleasure, from such a cock; from

such a man. She watched him as much as she watched Sandy, savoring his

gasps and moans. The way he gently caressed and held her head and hair

as he fed himself to her brought Kelly delirious pleasure.

Kelly's

own gasps and rumbles caught Don's attention, and Sandy could feel his

hard cock pulse as he took in the sight of the gorgeous girl beginning

to twitch and shake, circling her clit and driving fingers into her

tight, wet cunt. Sandy loved it. She was driving the pleasure of both

these people she cared about, as well as experiencing something with Don

they had never even talked about, but sure would for days on end after

it was all over.

Giving

her mouth a break, Sandy made Don's cock extra slick, then straightened

up, leaned over, and took him between the deep valley of her breasts.

She knew this would not only give Kelly even more of a show, but allow

Sandy to watch as well, as it was fairly difficult to turn her head with

a dick in her mouth.

It

was Sandy's turn to be entranced now. She couldn't take her eyes off of

Kelly's gyrating, pulsating body, and was drawn in by the fingers

diving deep into her cunt; a wet, slick, wanton cunt that Kelly was

spreading wide for their enjoyment as much as her own. Kelly was putting

on just as much a show as they were, and it was turning Sandy on to no

end.

Suddenly

Don groaned loudly. Sandy turned her gaze back toward her lover as she

continued stroking his throbbing cock with her tits, and she instantly

knew that look.

"Are

you close, baby?" She cooed. Don grunted in affirmation, but his eyes

were closed. He couldn't see that Sandy's head had turned back to Kelly,

as she said it. The two gorgeous friends were locked in a beam of

erotic connection, and Kelly's entire body began to boil as Sandy looked

her dead in the eyes and asked "are you gonna cum, baby?"

Sandy

didn't even register Don's more frantic grunt of an answer, she was too

preoccupied with Kelly's answer, an erratic nod amongst deep, ragged

breaths. Sandy's own cunt was on fire, and despite the delightful shocks

of pleasure she could muster by squeezing her thighs tight against her

sensitive clit, it wasn't enough to put her over the edge. But right now

wasn't about her; later would be, and Don better be ready; but right

now, whether Don realized it or not, it was all about Kelly.

Smiling

at the buzzing girl's admission, she turned her attention back to Don

and went in for the grand finale. She was going to put on a show for

Kelly. Sandy loosed her breasts from Don's twitching cock, and took him

back into her mouth with a deep, satisfied moan.

Kelly

was starting to lose control as she took in the sight of Sandy bobbing

deep and wet on Don's fat dick. One hand gripped his balls, and the

other joined her mouth in a stroking, twisting motion, and Kelly felt

that deep, hot spring tighten inside her and begin to reach the limits

of its coil. Watching Sandy suck Don's dick, watching him love it,

watching Hher love it, was the hottest thing she had ever experienced,

and her body was responding appropriately. The tension in her body was

immense, and she found herself anxious and excited about Don's impending

orgasm, like she was watching some sort of dirty jack in the box. When

would he cum? WHERE would he cum? Each question sent a jolt from her

brain down to her cunt, and she could hardly take it. In fact she

COULDN'T take it. She felt the hot pleasure inside her beginning to

crest, and soft, uncontrollable moans began to sneak their way out of

her throat.

This

was all the encouragement Don needed, and Sandy knew it. She felt it.

She felt his balls shake and contract, and his cock grew even harder and

lurched up in her mouth. Kelly began to gasp and moan repeatedly just

at this moment, and Sandy pulled her mouth up off Don's dick, desperate

to see this gorgeous girl cum.

Sandy

only took her mouth of Don's cock for an instant, but to Kelly it felt

like forever. As her orgasm started careening through her body, she

watched, almost in slow motion, as the first thick, white jet of cum

leapt out of Don's glistening head and splattered against Sandy's chin.

Kelly's cunt erupted in a fresh jolt of pleasure, squeezing her fingers

tightly as she watched this lewd, viscous display, followed by another

when Sandy turned her attention back to Don, sinking his spurting tip

into her mouth. Kelly could see Don's cock pulsing, pumping, filling

Sandy's willing mouth, her supportive moans commingling with his spastic

grunts.

Sandy

caressed Don's balls gently as they emptied into her mouth, filling her

with an impressive load, basking in the glory of the male and female

grunts and groans of pleasure that signified a job well done. She was

happy with her reward, but she was also a little disappointed. Sandy had

never really felt any serious pull towards the same sex, but kneeling

there, her boyfriend's satisfied, twitching cock still filling her

mouth, she realized she had desperately wanted to watch Kelly cum. It

sounded so sweet, so erotic, she wished she had seen that sweet girl's

gorgeous body experience full pleasure, full release. "Maybe next time,"

she thought, as the grunts and groans gave way to exhausted sighs and

pants.

Sandy

slipped Don's softening, yet still impressive cock from her mouth, the

length swollen and red with satisfaction, and a final aftershock of

pleasure shot through Kelly as she watched the muscles in Sandy's neck

swallow down a mouthful of cum.

Kelly

couldn't get over how fucking hot they were. Sandy was incredible. She

wondered how wet Sandy was after all this, and in a passing, distant,

almost imperceptible corner of her mind she wondered what Sandy might

taste like.

The

three new friends sat in silence, exhausted, spent, not knowing exactly

what had just happened. Eyes darted from person to person and back

again, and then finally, almost as if on cue, they all burst out

laughing.

"Holy

shit, holy shit,” was all Don could muster between chuckles, and as the

world came back into view, Kelly suddenly remembered her own modesty

and closed her trembling legs. She tugged at the bottom of her shirt in

an attempt to chastely cover up, as though they hadn't just watched her

finger herself to an epic orgasm.

Sandy,

however, had no such concerns, and with the laughter still echoing, she

climbed to her feet, thick breasts still exposed and sweaty like some

sort of goddess of sex and fertility. She reached down for Don's hand

and pulled the laughing boy up off the couch.

"Ok, ok, that's enough excitement for one night," she said with a big grin, "we need to let this poor girl get some sleep!"

"Yeah, I know what you mean," Don said, groggily making his way to his feet.

"Oh,

don't you go falling asleep yet, mister, you've still got work to do!"

Sandy ran a finger over his lips suggestively, and then gave his ass a

firm swat.

"Yes

ma'am!" Don exclaimed with a little jolt, and Kelly giggled as she

watched him bound off toward the bedroom, led by the bobbing girth of

his exposed, spent cock.

Kelly

and Sandy locked eyes one last time, exchanging a glance that expressed

friendship, safety, love, and eroticism all at once, and then with a

simple "Goodnight, Kel," Sandy followed Don into the bedroom and shut

the door.

As

Kelly settled down into the thick, comfy cushions of the couch, all the

events of the night raced through her head. It had been an incredible

night, and she could not believe what had just happened to end it. Was

it a one-time thing? Would it happen again? What even was it? Would they

still be friends tomorrow? As she drifted off to sleep, images of

Sandy's lips on Don's cock danced through her head, along with the

thick, forceful pulsing as he spasmed into her mouth in orgasm.

Kelly's cunt tingled.

The

next day, and for many days after that, the events of that night were

never spoken about, and never repeated. The three of them remained

friends and grew even closer, with Sandy and Kelly becoming practically

inseparable, but the sexual tryst that bonded them together remained a

silent memory locked in their shared past.

But

that's not to say the memories and experiences of that night ever left

any of their minds, in fact it was something they each thought about all

the time.

Kelly

in particular thought about it often, playing back the images and

sensations in sacred moments alone in her dorm room or the shower while

bringing herself to a rousing, nostalgic climax. It would be the

thoughts of that night, and the cracks it put in her heterosexuality

that would lead her to explore and enjoy more female-centric

pornography, and years later, while dating her first husband Roger, it

was the memories of that night, of Don's cock pulsing and throbbing into

Sandy's excited mouth, that would give her the courage to finally take

Roger's hard penis into her mouth and pleasure him to completion. She

always thought of Sandy when she swallowed Roger's cum, and it quickly

rose high on the list of her favorite sexual activities. Oh, if her

ex-boyfriend only knew.

For

Sandy and Don, on the other hand, the recollection of the events they

shared with Kelly worked its way into their sex life that very night, as

once the two of them were alone, Sandy recounted the dirty activity

aloud to Don while he feverishly ate her cunt, and continued to do so as

he used his reinvigorated erection to fuck her to a second orgasm of

the night for each of them.

The

dirty talk became a part of their repertoire, with Sandy's taunting and

teasing of Don regarding what he wished he could have done to Kelly

being a sure fire way to get him rock hard. Don was always happy to turn

the tables on Sandy as well, as it became clear very quickly that she

also had fantasized about Kelly, with Don's words never failing to get

her soaking wet.

This

was a new experience for Sandy, getting turned on by the thought of a

woman, and much like her new best friend, she also began to explore the

more sapphic side of her pornographic interests. Unlike Kelly, however,

Sandy's thirst for exploration didn't stop at the internet, and soon,

with the encouragement and validation of the man she loved, Sandy had

her first girl on girl experience.

Don

was there for support, holding her hand and kissing her gently as the

soft lips and tongue of a fellow female brought her to a body-quaking

orgasm. After she excitedly returned the favor to the young woman, Sandy

rewarded Don with a wet, passionate blowjob that lasted barely 90

seconds before he exploded all over her exhilarated smile. That night

would be the first of many nights Sandy was with a woman, nights that

would frequently end with Don's thick, white joy leaping excitedly onto

her face. Sandy would soon be with that woman again, except this time

Don would be invited to join them, and the two young lovers would set

off on a path of exploration that would see them enjoy the company of

many other lovers, regardless of gender or orientation.

Sandy

and Don knew they had found their match in each other, and shortly

after college the two were married. The same went for Kelly and Roger,

except in their case the marriage was less a decision made of love, and

more a decision made due to Kelly's pregnancy.

Almost

as if planned, Sandy also soon became pregnant, and the two friends

celebrated the fact that they'd get to share this experience together,

but Kelly had no idea the panic that Sandy had experienced when she got

her test back. Kelly and Sandy were sexual open books with each other

(or so Kelly thought), but Sandy had never let Kelly in on the more

polyamorous side of her sex life with Don. Kelly had heard plenty of

bawdy, lewd stories about the activities and experiences Sandy shared

with her husband, but had no idea about all the others who had shared

them as well. This meant Kelly had no idea that around the time Sandy

conceived, she and Don had spent the night with another couple, a night

that ended with a broken condom, and the husband pumping his sperm,

unprotected, deep into Sandy's womb. It was only later that they

determined Sandy had conceived well before this event, and the initial

panic gave way to relief and celebration, and an open invitation for

their regular play pals to start finishing inside her with no

impediment.

Sex

with Roger was fine for Kelly; she didn't always finish, but generally

it was pleasurable enough. The frequency and excitement of it started to

fade with time, especially after Alexa was born, but to Kelly it was

just the cost of raising a family. She had needs as much as any other

woman, but was happy to put them aside for the sake of her husband and

daughter. That's why it hurt so much more when she found out Roger had

been cheating on her.

The

excitement of a willing co-worker, and the promise of a new job

multiple states away was all it took for Roger to pack his bags. Soon

the paperwork was signed, and Kelly was a single mother for the first

time.

"What

is wrong with me, Sandy?" Kelly pondered to her best friend. The two

were enjoying a night out while Don watched their children, and after a

glass of wine or two Kelly started to unpack all her frustrations. "I

mean, I did all the right things, made all the right sacrifices, and

here I am alone again!"

"Just like freshman year" Sandy said, swirling the red liquid in her glass.

"This

is totally different," Kelly said between sips, pausing a moment before

the influence of the alcohol encouraged her to quietly add "for one

thing, I sucked Roger's dick all the time."

Sandy laughed and continued to swirl. "I think you're kind of making my point for me here."

"What, I should have sucked his dick More?"

"No,

no," Sandy said, tonguing her canine as she formed her thesis, "you're

talking about sacrifices you made, about things you gave up to try and

make it work. In both cases you focused on his needs, and totally

ignored your own, and look where it got you. I know you want to care

about others, but, sweetie, if you don't care about yourself as well, no

one else is gonna do it for you."

"So

you're saying my husband left me because I cared too much? That's not a

great argument, Dee," Kelly said, gulping down hard on her wine.

"No,

not at all, it's just,” Sandy paused to think, smiling fondly as Don

crossed her mind. "Love isn't a transaction. It's not about ticking

boxes and filing paperwork, it's about trusting, and giving. It's about

being truthful with what you want, and knowing your person is going to

say 'yes, ok, show me how.'"

Kelly

looked inward in silence, and she knew Sandy was right. She never

really loved Roger. She liked him, he was a nice guy, but he had been an

outlet for her in a transitional phase of her life, and deep down she

knew neither was what the other really wanted. No amount of sex, or

children was going to change that.

"Listen,"

Sandy began, trying to start the upward swing on her friend's emotional

state, "you see that group of guys over there?" Kelly looked toward the

corner Sandy gestured at, a corner full of empty beers and big laughs,

and nodded. "Well here's what we're gonna do. You and I are gonna go

over to that group of hunks and we are going to flirt like we've never

flirted before."

"But I; " Kelly began before being cut off by her friend.

"We

are going to flirt like we've never flirted before, and then, once

we're both horny beyond all get out, we're going to go home. Alone. And

then you and I are going to say our goodnights, and I am going to fuck

my husband's brains out." Kelly snort-laughed and almost spit up her

wine in amusement. "And you, you are gonna keep the hunkiest one of

those men at the forefront of your mind, and you are gonna make yourself

cum so hard you pass out. Got it? Because tonight, and tomorrow, and

the day after is about knowing who you are, and what you want. Ok?"

Kelly

took a moment to process what Sandy had just proposed. She was already

pretty horny. She hadn't had sex since the divorce, and even before

then, sex was in short supply, and orgasms were practically nonexistent.

She liked this plan. She wanted to do it. She looked at her best friend

and nodded.

"Good, now lose a couple buttons, hike up the girls, and let's go to work," Sandy said, knocking back the rest of her wine.

It

sure didn't feel like work; what it did feel like was a hell of a lot

of much needed fun. The two gal pals sidled up to the table of buzzed

boys, and they learned these friends were all police officers out

celebrating their pal Pete making detective. A dusky hunk with a

devilish smile, the girls keyed in on Pete right away, and Sandy

proceeded to run through her greatest hits, putting all her assets to

good use to tease and entice the new detective. However, it was clear

right away that he only had eyes for Kelly.

The feeling was mutual.

Sensing

the connection, Sandy made sure to run inference between the two,

making sure they never got too close, as Kelly had a mission to

complete. After some more drinks and plenty of coy flirtation all

around, Sandy announced it was time for Kelly and her to leave, and left

the young officers with a final, substantial look at her deep cleavage

as she leaned over to pick up her purse. They smiled and said their

goodbyes, and while Sandy was otherwise occupied, Pete slipped Kelly his

card. With a smile and a bit of a blush, she quickly wrote her phone

number on it and handed it back to him.

The

two girls laughed and shouted as they walked home, both of their bodies

abuzz with the excitement of attention, both of them dying for the

opportunity to do something about it.

Arriving

back at home, finding both children asleep in Stephanie’s bedroom,

Sandy quickly ushered Kelly out of the house with a giggle so she could

jump her unsuspecting husband's bones.

Hurrying

down to bed herself, Kelly hopped under the sheets, her imagination

ablaze with the fun she had tonight, with thoughts of Pete the cop, and

of the things she imagined her friends were doing upstairs this very

minute. Warm and content, she slipped her fingers into her soaking wet

cunt. It only took a couple minutes before Kelly's body was overcome by a

much deserved, and much overdue orgasm.

She floated off to sleep with a smile on her face, thoughts of Pete the cop dancing through her head.

"If

he nuts before you've cum twice, do not call him again," Sandy quietly

advised Kelly. It was the night of her third date with Pete, and Kelly

was dropping off Alexa with her friend for the night. She and Pete had

really hit it off in the weeks since they'd met, but their dates as of

yet were purely chaste. She'd learned all about him, that he was a

single parent himself, that he hoped to retire from the force and open

up a home brewery, and that he very much enjoyed their time together.

The feeling once again was mutual.

Kelly

blushed as she shushed her friend away, but it wasn't as though Kelly

wasn't prepared for sex to be on the menu that night. She had worn her

favorite lingerie, and the tasteful tuft nestled atop her pubic bone was

the only hair on her body besides on her head. She was excited, she was

ready, and she wanted Pete to know it.

The

next morning, when she arrived to pick up Alexa, she was blushing as

she started up the stairs. Before she could even reach the handle on the

door, Sandy flung it open excitedly and said "WELL??" Kelly expected

nothing less from her friend and giggled excitedly, and then with a face

as red as a tomato she held up three fingers, not needing to say a

word. "THREE TIMES?" Sandy said, stepping out into the foyer and closing

the door behind her, "Ok, sweetie, you better spill it, because you are

not seeing your child again until I hear EVERY detail!"

Still

blushing, Kelly agreed, and told Sandy that despite him, yes, making

her cum three times, she didn't exactly follow Sandy's rules. After a

lovely dinner where they each couldn't help but notice how lightly the

other had eaten, they forewent the movie they had planned to see, and

headed directly back to Pete's place. His son was also at a friend's so

they had the place to themselves, and they made ample use of the space.

Barely

inside their hands and lips were tornados, and there in the kitchen,

stripped down to her lingerie, Kelly dropped to her knees and took Pete

into her mouth. This wasn't like with Roger, or her high school

boyfriend; this was what she wanted; it gave her pleasure to give this

man pleasure, and as he shuddered and twitched, and she swallowed down

his hot spurts of excitement, she felt a certain freedom, a confidence,

that she had never felt with anyone else.

Her

body buzzed and shook as he returned the favor twice with his tongue,

and when they finally made it to the bedroom, Pete's hard erection

proudly reinvigorated, they fell together onto the bed, where he slipped

himself inside her, and the two made slow, passionate love until they

both came again.

"Damn, girl," Sandy said excitedly, and the two friends giggled and hugged and reveled in Kelly's new romantic endeavors.

The

wedding was simple, and Kelly didn't stop smiling the whole day. The

honeymoon was hot, and the two newlyweds began to open up and explore

with each other in ways that neither of them had ever done with a

previous partner.

Sandy

noted the glow her friend had in those years after marriage; it never

left her. She watched two broken families become one, stronger together,

and she had nothing but love, admiration, and thankfulness for what

Kelly had found in Pete.

It

was equally heartbreaking for Sandy to watch that glow begin to fade,

to dim, as the love of Kelly's life slowly slipped away in a hospital

bed.

Of

all the ways one might expect to get injured on the job as a cop,

getting T-boned by a drunk driver is probably not one of them. Having

just clocked out for the night, Pete was pulling away from the station

when another car ran a red light and plowed into the driver's side of

his cruiser, killing the driver and putting Pete into a coma.

It

took him two weeks to finally pass, and the only time Kelly left his

side was when she was in church. She had found a new spirituality,

dealing with the loss of her husband, and the peace the church and its

people brought her was immense. Sandy didn't understand it at first, but

was happy to support Kelly in any way through such a trying time, so

she and Don began going with Kelly to church as well.

"It's

been three years, Kel," Sandy said over drinks one night. Kelly, Sandy

and Don were celebrating, as they always did this time of year, because

it was their anniversary. The anniversary of becoming friends, that is.

They had done their best to celebrate the occasion every year, but had

been doubling their efforts ever since Pete died. The kids were all with

a babysitter downstairs in Kelly's unit, and the three of them were

free to enjoy the night. "Are you really going to spend the rest of your

life alone?"

It

was a question Kelly had asked herself over and over in the years since

Pete's death. She'd always brush it off and chalk her abstinence up to

being too busy raising two kids by herself, and while that was

definitely part of the equation, it wasn't the whole answer. She had

even gone on a date here and there, but any time physicality entered the

picture she'd quickly eject before much more than kissing happened.

Part of it was nervousness, sure, it had been a long time since she had

been with anyone other than Pete, but when all was said and done, it

came down to the simplest explanation.

"I'm still in love with him, Sandy," Kelly said, tears welling in her eyes, "I'm still in love with Pete."

"I know, sweetie," Sandy replied, swirling her drink, "but aren't you just, horny all the time?"

"You

have no fucking idea," Kelly chuckled, "but the fact is he's still

first in my heart right now, and as much as I would love to let myself

go and enjoy some hot, casual sex, I just am not ready to get that

intimate with someone new."

To be continued in Part 14

By LiminallySpaced for Literotica.