A week later, Debby and I attended a sales dinner for my firm. Debby always detests these things, but puts on a big smile and grits her teeth through them. It was a Friday night, so at least the drunks would be able to sleep it off the next day, rather than excuse their hangovers to their customers.
Jenny couldn't sit for the kids tonight, having a date, but she substituted her sister. Now for my money, Betsy is the class act of the pair. She's about a year younger than Jenny, maybe fifteen or so, but taller. While her sister favors cutoffs and tee-shirts, Betsy prefers dresses, skirts, and nice slacks. I had never seen her braless like her sister, and doubted the thought had ever entered her mind. She was also built fairly nicely and, to be honest, I wouldn't have minded a taste, but that sort of thing can land a fellow in jail, and I had no intention of playing Pick-Up-The-Soap with a large hairy guy named Bruno.
The dinner was as interesting as I thought it would be, and as boring as Debby thought it would be. Along about half past nine, the formalities ended, and rather than mingle at the bar, Debby asked if we could just go. I shrugged and we split apart for the bathrooms, then met at the coat room. It was Indian Summer and we didn't have coats, but it was convenient. I doubt if anybody noticed us leave.
We had driven in my car, so as we headed home, I drove with my left hand on the wheel and my right arm on the armrest which dropped down between the bucket seats. So I was somewhat surprised when I felt Debby lay her left arm on top of mine and idly scratch the back of my hand with her fingernails. I glanced over at her and noticed her outfit. Interesting. She had worn a bright red suit, jacket and matching button front skirt, and a cream silk blouse. Only several buttons had been undone on her skirt, and with her legs crossed, more than a few inches on thigh were showing! And her jacket was unbuttoned, as were a couple of buttons on the blouse that I would have sworn were buttoned earlier!
Normally, I would have immediately smiled and slid my hand over, because it was obvious what her intentions were. But it couldn't be! My wife's monthly schedule runs quite regularly, the clock most women wish for. By my calculations, she should be on the rag tonight and for most of the next week. Odd, but maybe I was wrong.
"I, um, thought that tonight you'd be, um, well…" I stammered out. I glanced over at her, my voice petering out. I mean, how do you discuss this sort of thing, anyway?
Beside me, Debby smiled shyly and shifted in the seat, exposing even more nyloned thigh. "You're off by a day," she said. "We've still got one more night." Semi-facing me, she reached up and undid another button on her blouse. As it gaped open slightly, it became obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. I stared for a moment, then turned my attention back to the road.
"You certainly weren't dressed like that at dinner," I remarked.
Debby giggled. "God, I would hope not! Some of those geezers would have a coronary on the spot."
"Hey, I work for those old geezers, remember. So when did you pop the bra?"
"When I went to the ladies room, right before we left. It's in my purse."
I glanced over again and looked at her thighs. "So I suppose I can assume those aren't pantyhose? Did anything else go in your purse?" One eye began to look for a deserted spot along the road.
Debby reached down and popped another button on her skirt. Shifting again, her skirt rode a bit further north, and I could see stocking tops and a garter strap. "Bingo!" she replied.
We drove about another five minutes while I looked for someplace I could exploit my wife's innate horniness. Next to me, Debby unbuttoned her blouse and skirt, leaving a single button on each buttoned. Then I noticed a dirt road familiar from my high school days. We were past it before I could stop, but the road was deserted, so I made a U turn and went around and back.
"Where in the world are we going?" asked Debby, looking around us.
"This is a back way into the State Park."
"That's closed now," she said, looking at the weeds brushing against the side of my car.
"Yeah, but they only have a gate at the main entrance. This is a seasonal road used for maintenance."
"If we get stuck…" warned Debby.
I just laughed. "Trust me, trust me!"
After about a two mile trek through the jungle, we came out onto the main park road and I turned towards the lake. In another two miles I pulled into a parking lot and stopped. The moon was full and high, so I turned off the headlights. I turned towards Debby but she had already opened her door. "Let's take a walk," she said.
Well, okay, that was cool, I guess. I got out my side and went around the car, where I found Debby reaching into the back seat. She removed a chilled bottle of wine and two glasses from a cooler I hadn't known was there. "So, you've got this whole night planned, huh?" I said, grinning.
"Well, maybe, a bit," she said sheepishly. She handed me the wine bottle and headed down to the waterfront. I followed along behind her, slower, as I struggled with the foil wrapper over the cork. She stopped at a picnic table and turned around to face me. Leaning against the table, she scooted her rear up onto the tabletop and then lifted one high heeled foot onto the seat. Her skirt gaped open wide, and it was apparent she had indeed removed her panties.
Well, Debby had gone to a fair bit of trouble for tonight, so I decided that a little romance was in order, rather than just taking her right then, as my groin wanted. I finally got the wine opened and I poured as she held the glasses. We sipped and talked quietly, and Debby loosened my tie, as my free hand lightly moved along her inner thigh. By our second glass, my hand was moving well above her stocking top, and Debby was no longer talking, just breathing heavily, as a few beads of sweat began to run down her cleavage. She finished off her glass and set it down, then began to move her hands across the front of my pants. I took this as her signal for more, and moved my fingers into her crotch and began to caress her naked lips and probe the cleft between them. When I flicked my fingertips across her throbbing clit, Debby shuddered and moaned, and grabbed me through my pants.
Enough romance! I stepped between her legs and unzipped my pants. Reaching in, I pulled my erection from within my shorts and stuck it through the opening. I lifted her thighs and spread them and moved closer. Sitting on the picnic table, Debby was at a perfect height. She hurriedly reached between her legs and guided me in. She shuddered and moaned in a second orgasm as I penetrated her.
Boy, was she hot and juicy! I slipped all the way in on the first stroke and was soon in a rapid in and out motion. Debby's arms were wrapped around my neck as she clung to me. She really did want it as bad as I did! She continued the moaning as her orgasm continued and intensified. My thrusting increased in speed until I could finally take no more, and after about ten minutes, I grunted loudly and burst into her.
I stayed inside her, rubbing her back as she whimpered quietly, until my cock wetly slid out of her gaping twat. I tucked myself back into my pants, then poured another glass of wine for each of us. Taking her hand, I led her a few feet to a small backless bench, and we sat down, sipping our wine.
"God, that was good!" said Debby quietly but forcefully. "I really needed that! You?"
"What do you think?" I said, smirking.
"Yeah, smart guy?" She took the glass and wine bottle from my hand and set them in the grass, putting hers with them. "Well, you're not done yet. I want more! Lie back," she commanded.
Grinning, I lowered myself onto the bench and stretched out. No sooner was I reclined, than my horny wife undid my pants again and pulled them and my shorts down my thighs. My dick was only semi-erect, damp and sticky, but the warm breeze blowing on it caused it to begin slowly stiffening. Debby stood and straddled me.
"Okay, mister, I want it hard and I want it now! Get it up! Come on, you know the drill!" Debby ordered. I laughed loudly and reached down. I stroked it until it was in the condition she wanted, pointing at the moon behind me. Debby slapped my hands away and squatted, sinking onto it rapidly. Sloppy seconds made her juicier than ever. She spread her skirt around behind her and, reaching up, pulled her blouse and jacket wide open. Her nipples were as erect and as hard as I could remember. She grabbed my wrists and yanked them to her chest. "Come on! Get it right!" she demanded.
"Yes, ma'am!" I laughed, and began a vigorous tit rub and nipple pinch. Debby began squirming atop me, really going to town. She was moving back and forth and side to side. She came twice before my pinches distracted her. She collapsed on my chest and I moved my hands down her flanks. I slid them under her skirt and around the garter belt and grabbed her asscheeks. Holding them firmly I lifted her off me and slammed her back onto my cock. Debby began to make small cries of joy as she exploded in intense orgasm. I slipped a finger into her asshole and began thrusting upwards as I moved her above me. By now, Debby had completely forgotten her earlier demands. Her only comments now were, "More, more… fuckme fuckme fuckme… yes… harder, harder!" Although I could feel myself moving ever closer to the brink, I kept it up as long as I could, until I spewed vertically and we collapsed in each other's arms.
We lay together for several minutes, until my flaccid prick finally slithered out of her cunt with a soft pop. At the sound, Debby lifted her head up to look at me and we began to laugh. We helped each other upright (Thank God! My back was beginning to really ache on that stone bench!). Debby laughingly asked if we should try for a hat trick, but I was momentarily sated. I mentioned that we should be getting home, it was going to be late for the babysitter. I took her hand as we walked back to the car, promising some more action later on. Debby simply squeezed my hand in response. I saw her smiling in the moonlight.
The drive home was short but interesting. Debby kept her blouse and skirt undone and spread wide apart almost until we pulled up to the house. Her thighs were spread wide and her right hand was between them, idly diddling her clit. Her left hand rested on my hand again.
"So how did you know about that place?" she asked.
"High school," I explained. "An old lover's lane." We both grinned. I don't know why she was smiling, but I was remembering Becky Beckwith, miniskirts, and the "Bra Burning" generation.
When we got home we had to park on the street, a strange car parked in our driveway. A light was on in the living room, probably where Betsy was, but otherwise the house seemed normal. A visitor? I let Debby out her side, and waited a moment for her to finish refastening all her clothes, then led the way to the door. As we approached the porch, I put my finger to my lips and signaled for quiet. I wanted to find out what, if anything, was up. Silently, I slid my key into the knob and opened the door. At the sight before me, I stopped dead in my tracks. Debby, however, pushed around me. She stopped too, but then broke my mood with a loud, "What in the world?!"
The car must have belonged to the fellow on the couch with Betsy. I'm not sure, we were never really introduced. Both kids were buck naked, he sitting sprawled out on the couch, she kneeing on the floor facing him, her face in his crotch. What in the world was an obvious blowjob! The pair sprang bolt upright at the sound of Debby's voice and faced us, then the boy sprang into action. Grabbing his pants, he took off running out the back. Moments later we heard the kitchen door slam and the car in the driveway started up and tore out. Betsy wide eyed and open mouthed, simply stood there staring at us staring at her, like a deer caught in the headlights.
Then Debby broke the silence. "Since when did you get the idea you could bring boys over for… this?" she yelled. Betsy's gaze broke and she tried to cover her nudity, placing one hand over her crotch and covering her breasts with the other arm. "What if the boys had wandered in? Do they know you've been entertaining? What if they had had an accident? Well? Say something?" Jesus, she was really getting a head of steam up! Best if I separate the two. Debby was sputtering by now. "I'm sure your mother would love to know how you baby-sit. You're never going to work for me or any of my friends again, not if I have anything to say."
I grabbed Debby and pushed her towards the stairs. She wanted to continue, but I was firm. "Go! I'll handle this. Go take a cold shower. Cool off. I'll be up in five minutes… No, shhh, you'll wake the boys." I think it was the last remark which got her to go upstairs, still muttering under her breath.
Turning back to Betsy, I looked at her still standing there, trying to cover up. "Get dressed," I said, and turned away. Betsy's eyes opened wider and she scurried back into her clothes. Of course, I was watching her in the buffet mirror, unbeknownst to her. She really was a beauty, much nicer than her sister. Short blonde hair, slim, nice sized tits, her bush was very faint. Real potential when she finished growing. She put her industrial strength bra and panties back on, and her gingham shirt and blue jeans, and sneakers. She began to sneak towards the door when I quietly said, "Hold it."
Walking back to the couch, I picked up her dates underwear, shirt, socks, and shoes. I balled them up and carried them to Betsy, thrusting them into her arms. "You really screwed up tonight, kid," I commented. "Two thoughts, though. You really are finished working for us, so I hope it was worth it." And as I tapped the bundle in her arms, I said, "And all this for a guy who ran out on you, too." I opened the front door.
"Are you going to tell my folks?"
"Go."
"Please don't tell…"
"Just go," I said, pointing the way.
Shoulders slumped, tears pouring down her face, Betsy slunk home. I watched her head down the walkway, then closed the door behind her. I headed upstairs. Time to deal with my wife.
I heard the shower running, so maybe Debby really had taken a cold shower to cool off. I took off my jacket and tie, and slipped off my loafers. Debby's clothes were scattered around the room, thrown every which way, so I silently gathered them up and sorted them, wash versus dry cleaner. I carried the wash into the bathroom and dropped it into the hamper. Debby opened the shower door and looked at me, then shut the door again. Tiredly, I sat down on the toilet seat and slid the door open enough so we could talk.
"She's gone?" Debby asked. I nodded assent.
"When I tell her mother…" Debby rambled on for several minutes more. She finished up with, "Well? Aren't you going to say anything?"
I shrugged my shoulders. "Do me a favor," I asked. "Don't tell her parents."
Debby looked at me as if I had lost my wits. "Why should I do anything for her, Jimmy? This is serious!"
"I know that. I didn't say to do it for her. Do it for me. Please."
"Why?" she asked, a quizzical look on her face. The water was running down over her shoulders, rivulets running between her breasts, down her belly, and then between her legs. She saw where I was gazing and turned her back to me. "Jimmy!" she protested.
I laughed lightly. "I don't know. Maybe that's why," I said, indicating her naked body. "Maybe because we caught them doing what we were doing earlier. Maybe because of a close call when I was a kid. You never got caught like that?"
"No!" she harrumphed. Turning partially towards me, she said, "I was a nice girl until I met you. You corrupted me."
I snorted in derision. "What is it, a good girl goes home and then to bed, and a nice girl goes to bed and then home. Or is it the other way around. I never can get it straight." I slid the door open a touch more, to get a better view.
"You bastard!" cried out Debby. She moved to slide the door shut again, her eyes smiling at me, but I held the door open with my foot. Debby cupped some water and threw it at me. But her mood was broken. She smiled. "Want to join me?"
"Nah. You were the one doing all the heavy sweating," I said.
"Bastard!" She threw some more water, so I got up and closed the door on her. I went back into the bedroom. After a moment, Debby called out, "Get me something to wear."
I hung up my jacket and pulled a white lace peignoir from a hanger. I put this on a hook on the inside of the bathroom door, then undressed, leaving on my shorts. I turned down the bed and turned on a nightstand lamp, and turned off the overhead light. I grabbed a magazine and settled back on the bed.
Debby was out about half an hour later, but the wait was worth it. The door to the bath opened and Debby stood in the doorway. I looked over and feasted my eyes. Time went flying. Debby stood in the doorway, feet spread apart, legs straight, one hand on her hip and the other holding the door frame above her shoulder. The bathroom light framed her, shining through the sheer lace and silhouetting her. Her legs were exposed in long waist high slits that went up each thigh, and her breasts were cupped and lifted by the subtle underwiring of the transparent lacy bodice. She had sprayed on some powerful perfume (Rape Me! by Chanel, I guess.) and had slipped into a pair of white high heels that she must have left in there. "Well?" she asked.
"Hubba, hubba!" I exclaimed. I grabbed my shorts and moved my dick and balls around.
Debby exploded in laughter. She came into the bedroom, turning off the bathroom light as she brought her arm down. She settled on top of the bedclothes and lay back. I pulled my shorts down and they followed TIME. I knelt next to her and pushed her front hem to her waist, then crawled between her legs. "Hubba, hubba!" I repeated, as I lowered myself onto her. Debby continued laughing right up until I had stuffed my erection into her, then she let out a gasp. She brought her legs up and wrapped them around my waist. Supporting myself with one arm, I used the other to pull her straps down off her shoulders and exposed her mighty tits. She moved one arm to turn off the light, but I grabbed her hand. "Unh, unh. Leave it," I grunted out, then moved her hand between us. Debby got the message and moved both hands to our joined groins. I braced myself on both arms and began moving against her. We made this a good, long fuck. Debby came at least twice, and I peaked once before I slowed enough to control myself and start anew. When I could tell I was going to blow, I sank down upon her and grabbed her asscheeks. Debby's legs tightened around me and her fingers swarmed around my joint as I thrust my way to ecstasy in her cunt.
Afterwards, as we rolled apart, gasping and panting, Debby mentioned she wouldn't tell Betsy's folks. We talked as we regained our breath. She said she had done some pretty stupid things when she was a kid, too.
"Oh, yeah? I'll bet you didn't do this when you were a kid."
"What?"
I didn't say a word. I simply rolled her on her stomach and pushed her gown to her waist. Spreading her asscheeks, I began to insert a finger into her rectum. Debby simply murmured a low "Mmmm…" and closed her eyes.
The next few days were pretty normal and quiet. The boys knew nothing of the doings the other night, and we didn't let them in on it. Debby's period came as she said it would, along with a head cold, which cut out any interest on her part for accommodating my desires. Well, almost.
It had been a long wait for me, with no end in sight. Just as Debby should be ready for action I was scheduled for a trip upstate for a couple of days. That last night before I left, I began to rub her back, to see if there was any interest on her part, but she just sneezed and pushed me away. I rolled over and went to sleep, hoping for a hero's welcome when I got back.
I slept late that morning, having a midmorning flight. I came down the steps around nine that morning, and was surprised that Debby was dressed for the gym. "You must be feeling better," I commented.
"Yeah, my fever broke last night, and when I woke up, I could feel my sinuses draining."
What a lovely sight, I imagined. Still, I was glad for her. She set a cereal bowl before me and got out the milk and juice. "Going to work? Don't push it!" I warned.
"Don't worry, I won't. One class, then a swim. I've got some time coming to me, anyway," she said. Debby puttered around the kitchen, cleaning and doing dishes while I read the paper and occasionally looked her over. Leotards and a wrap skirt and sneakers. Very tight, and it showed her figure nicely. A low cut back and low enough in the front to show a bit of cleavage, too. It was obvious she was wearing a sports bra under the Spandex. A funny thing about Debby's time of the month. She says that she always put on some weight or retains water (Whatever the hell that means!) and her bra size increases a full cup, to DD. Great for titfucks!
I finished my breakfast and put my dishes in the sink. I grabbed my briefcase and bag and headed for the front door, Debby following behind. Setting down my bags I turned to her and wrapped my arms around her. We gave each other a long deep kiss, then arms still around each other, backed our heads apart to say good-bye.
"I'm sorry about last night, hun," she said. "Maybe if I had felt then like I feel now…"
I moved my hands lower, to her skirt, and slipped them under the hem. I cupped her cheeks and squeezed them suggestively. "Really? You mean we could have…"
Debby blushed up at me, squirming at my touch. "Well, no, not like that. But maybe something else." I continued to squeeze and massage her buttocks and her groin moved in towards mine. I ground my erection into her belly. "Wow! You really are horny, aren't you?" she said with a giggle.
"It's been a long week, babe. Can we?"
She shook her head no. "Not yet. But by the time you get back, um, hmm." She ground her groin back at me. Then she pushed herself back away from me. Reaching up to her shoulders, she grabbed her shoulder straps. "Why don't I just give you something special to think about while you're away," she said as she pulled the leotard and bra to her waist. Her tits sprang forth and she sank to her knees before me.
The resulting blowjob was most commendable, and I left the house with a smile on my face. I remember reading somewhere that the reason most men go to hookers is because their wives won't suck them off. Debby would never have to worry about me.
The trip was fruitful, if monastic. I looked forward to my return home and the promised rematch. When my plane landed, I called Debby to let her know I was in, but late, and to remind her to wear something interesting. Instead, she told me that Jeff and Denise had moved their dinner invitation up to tonight, instead of tomorrow, so could I meet her at their place, rather than go home. Crestfallen, I agreed. Well, that rematch would have to wait a few hours. Or not. What did I expect, Debby waiting at the front door, naked on her back with her thighs open? I probably wouldn't have gotten it any sooner anyway.
I got to Jeff and Denise's about five minutes earlier than my wife. Jeff and I had beer in the living room, while Denise yelled from the kitchen that she'd be in in a few minutes. I called out my greetings and Jeff and I stood around sipping beer. Then the bell rang and Jeff opened the door to let my wife in. She kissed us both, then headed into the kitchen to see Denise.
Both Jeff and I were startled out of our conversation at a loud "ACK!" emanating from the kitchen. We looked at each other for a moment, then ran in, to find Debby and Denise staring and pointing at each other. It took us a few moments to figure things out. They had the same dresses on! Both had decided to wear light sundresses which buttoned down the front and came a few inches above their knees and hung from thin straps off their shoulders, hose, and high heeled sandals. As Jeff and I laughed at their discomfort, they were babbling about Sears and buying their dresses there. Finally, Denise grabbed Debby's hand, and looking daggers at us, said she was going to change. They marched off to the master bedroom, Debby grabbing a couple of beers as she passed. Denise turned back and grabbed another pair of bottles, and then they disappeared down the hall. Jeff and I returned to the living room, still laughing at the pair.
The two came back about half an hour later and twirled around before us in the living room. "We decided if one of us couldn't wear the dress, neither of us could," said Denise. "I loaned Debby an outfit." Denise had changed into a tight button front denim skirt and a off the shoulder peasant blouse, while Debby had on a sleeveless green print wrap shirt and matching wrap skirt. They both still wore their hose and sandals. Jeff and I dutifully whistled and applauded, then we went back to drinking our beers. With a loud "Harrumph!" the girls went into the kitchen to prepare dinner.
Salad and dinner and dessert were served in the dining room, along with a bottle of wine. We decided to have some more wine in the living room. Jeff and I took out the dishes and the girls stayed behind in the kitchen to clean up. Jeff and I went back to the living room. I sat in an overstuffed armchair while Jeff sprawled out on the couch.
He turned his head to me and spoke in a low voice. "I think you and I are going to get lucky tonight, bud."
I glanced quickly at the kitchen and turned back to him. "Huh? What do you mean?"
"You know what I mean. The girls have been coming on to us since they changed. Didn't you notice?"
I thought it over a bit. "Well, I don't know… I thought Denise was just flirting."
"Hey man, flirting is a wink and a smile, not flashing pussy. Your wife has been showing me some naked gash for the last hour." Jeff had a big shit eating grin as he said this.
"Oh, bullshit!" I exclaimed quietly. "Debby had on pantyhose and panties. I saw her dress."
"No bullshit! I don't care what she was wearing when you got here. I'm telling you, I've been staring at Mount Baldy since they changed clothes."
I had to think about this for a second. Was it kosher to have a private party, outside of the regular group? I asked Jeff.
"Shit, I don't know. I really doubt this is the first time this has happened. I figure, what the fuck, it's all within the group, so why not!"
I nodded back in agreement and settled back in the armchair to see what would happen next. It didn't take long to find out. The girls came back in bearing four wine glasses. Jeff sat back upright and Debby sat down next to him. She sat very close and crossed her legs so that the wrap skirt fell apart, exposing her legs right to the tops of the garter length stockings she had changed into. Denise came over to me and handed me a glass, then settled down into my lap, sitting sideways and facing the others. It was obvious Jeff had pegged the mark. Denise's button front skirt was undone well up her thighs, which she spread as far as she could without slipping off my lap. She too was wearing garter length stockings. Her off shoulder blouse was pulled way down, too, exposing her tanned shoulders and the tops of her breasts, right down to the edges of her pink aureoles. Wow!
Well, shit, you don't have to hit me with a sledge hammer to wake me up! My plans to spend the better part of a week's jism on my wife went right out of the window. Denise would do just fine. As I sipped my wine with one hand, the other began to trace circles on her shoulders. She gave a small shiver and took a deep drink from her glass. I finished off my glass and set it down. Moving my finger up to her neckline, I tugged the bow at the keyhole opening (Which displayed a considerable amount of cleavage!) and loosened her blouse. Hooking fingers into both the front and back of the top, I tugged it down, exposing her massive mammaries. I don't know just how big they are, but they must be on the order of Debby's 38 Ds! Denise placed her hands behind my head and tugged my face to her chest. As I began to lick and nibble her nipples, I slid a hand down to her skirt and popped the last remaining buttons. It fell apart, displaying a lacy blue garter belt holding up her stockings, and no panties to hide her neatly trimmed bush. My fingers went sliding home.
I nibbled and fingered her for several minutes as she shuddered and gasped beneath my touch, then pulled my head up and looked over at Jeff and my spouse. They, too, were moving right along. She was straddling Jeff, sitting in the center of the couch. He had removed her skirt and untied her top, and she had undone his zipper and tugged his pants down to his knees. She had borrowed a garter belt of Denise's, a light and pastel green model. She was fisting Jeff off, and he was fingering Debby and licking her aroused tits. I turned back to Denise and put my mouth on her tits. Sucking vigorously, I turned my fingers loose, really working her over. Her quiet moans became heated screams of joy.
After providing a really fierce orgasm, I decided I had earned on myself. I pulled my hands off of Denise and pushed her forward on my knees. I twisted her around away from me and undid my pants. Pushing them down my thighs, I grasped Denise by the waist and pulled her back onto me. She eagerly spread her thighs wide, straddling me, and I thrust her down, hard, onto my stiffness. She cried out again as I began to thrust her up and down on me. Then I slid my fingers up her back and pushed her peasant blouse up and over her shoulders and head. She bent down, her tits rubbing along my legs, as I did this, and I really liked the feel of her soft nipples on my kneecaps. Pressing down gently on her back to keep her in this position, I began pounding up into her.
By this time Debby had crawled forward and straddled Jeff's crotch, piercing herself with his erection. Both their eyes were closed as they rocked and moaned against each other. It was interesting, comparing Jeff's and Denise's comments. She kept murmuring about how big I felt, and Jeff kept commenting how tight Debby was. I remember thinking that this was because Jeff was somewhat smaller than I am, and Denise somewhat looser than Debby. Not that I minded, mind you! Denise felt just great, wet and slippery and hot and just so fuckable! This just couldn't last much longer, and a few minutes later I exploded upwards into Denise's spasming twat. Jeff did the same just as Denise was collapsing backwards into my waiting arms.
The girls rested in our arms for several minutes, as we all calmed down and began breathing regularly. Then they stood and stretched. Denise poured us all some more wine, while Debby grabbed a small towel and wiped away the juices running down her thighs. When she was done, she handed the towel to Denise, who also wiped my come from her pussy. "What about these two?" she asked Denise.
Debby licked her lips and upended her glass. "I'll clean off Jimmy."
Denise grinned and licked her lips, too. "Sounds good to me," and knelt in front of her hubby. Debby sank down before me and tugged down my pants. She pulled them off my feet and spread my legs apart. Crawling between my legs she buried her face in my groin. Stroking and fondling my dick erect, her tongue went wild, licking juices off my nuts, thighs, and shaft. I just groaned and sank back in my chair, hips twitching spasmodically.
I looked over at the other pair. Denise had eschewed the thorough cleanup Debby was performing and simply had gone straight to severe deep throat. Jeff had her head between his hands, guiding her and keeping his dick deep in her mouth. Great idea! I put my hands behind Debby's head and pulled her lower. She giggled and opened wide. Jeff and I both lasted longer than earlier, and despite Debby's greater oral proficiency, Denise's head start had both Jeff and I spewing within seconds of each other.
Again the four of us rested. A fuck and a blow job inside of half an hour, wow! I for one was temporarily fucked out. I stood on wobbly legs and went down the hall to the bathroom. When I came out, Jeff was coming down the hall. We just grinned and shook our head in silent disbelief, and he went into the can. I headed back to the living room, stripping off my clothes as I went.
But the girls had other ideas. They had missed out on the last orgasms, and had decided to work on each other instead. I suspect Denise started by licking Debby's pussy, but Debby had definitely gotten into the swing of things. By the time I got back, they were stretched out on the carpet on their sides, in a sixty-nine position, sucking and licking like there was no tomorrow. I quietly sat down on the couch and watched, and Jeff sat down next to me when he came in. This incredible tableau soon had us erect again, and I began to idly stroke my dick. Beside me Jeff was doing the same, as the girls moaned into their partner's muff. We kept watching until the girls got each other off and rolled apart.
I looked at my watch. "Last call!" I said. "We're going to have to be going in a bit."
Denise pouted and said it was early, but Debby agreed with me. But then Jeff spoke up. "Ever been a sandwich, Deb?"
"Huh? A sandwich? What do you mean?"
I just grinned, because I knew precisely what he was referring to.
"You know, two guys with you in the middle. Come on, I'll show you," said Jeff. "Jim, lay down on the floor."
The girls separated and stood up, and I slipped off the couch into their place. I stretched out, dick sticking straight up, as Jeff positioned my wife above me.
"Now, Deb, straddle Jimmy… that's right… Denise will put it in…" Debby climbed on board and Denise put my cockhead between her cunt lips. "… now stretch out and spread your legs. You, too, Jimmy. Support yourself on your hands, Deb."
Then Jeff stepped between our outstretched legs and knelt down. As Debby slowly moved atop me, she half turned to see the action behind her. I watched over her shoulder. Denise knelt beside us and put her face in her husbands crotch. But she wasn't going down on him, or not really, at least. She simply got him good and wet, then pulled away. Jeff crawled forward on his knees. Debby stiffened as Jeff's cock probed for her asshole, but then once his head was in, she collapsed onto my chest. Then Jeff lowered himself slowly on her back, his arms planted beside me stiffly holding him up.
This was probably the craziest thing I had ever done, but immensely pleasurable. Debby's eyes were closed and she squirmed between us, panting and moaning. She was sweating heavily (Well, so were the rest of us!) and gasping. I could feel Jeff's cock moving through the thin walls of flesh between us, and six knees were knocking against each other. Denise moved up to our heads. I pulled up my hands and began to pinch one of Debby's nipples and fondling Denise's clit. Jeff leaned over and kissed his wife and licked her face and neck. After about ten minutes, the four of us had a shattering four-way orgasm.
But it really was time to go. After we untangled, Denise and Deb went back to the bedroom to change. I grabbed my clothes and headed down the hall to a three-quarter bath. Which gave me an idea. Sticking my head out the door, I asked Jeff if he'd mind if I took a fast shower.
"No sweat. Take your time," he replied.
I didn't. I basically doused myself and scrubbed off the sweat and come, then toweled myself roughly dry. I was back out to the living room in a hair over five minutes. Debby was waiting for me.
"You bastard!" she cried, smiling. "I still smell like a whorehouse. No offense guys."
Jeff and Denise just laughed along and waved us out. We got into our separate cars and I followed Debby home. I walked her in and paid off Jenny. Debby went upstairs to cleanup, so I grabbed a beer and went into the living room to watch the news. It was a school night so the boys were long ago in bed. I finished the beer and got up and got another. Upstairs I could hear the shower running. I went back to the TV and watched the rest of the local news, then switched to CNN. On the road, CNN is about the only thing that stays the same. No matter what city, what time, what day, CNN is there. I must have lost track of time. After a bit I grabbed another beer and was just starting on it when I heard a small rustle and Debby saying, "I thought you were coming upstairs."
I looked over at her. She was wearing a long silk robe, knotted with a long sash at her waist. She was drying her hair with a large fluffy towel. She walked over to my side and took the beer from my hand, taking a long drink from the neck. I reached up and wrapped my arm around her waist and hugged her briefly, then took my beer back. "Sorry, hun, got to watching the news. Feeling better?"
Debby tossed the towel to the floor and settled herself into my lap. She swung her legs across me and over the chair arm, then rearranged her robe close around her. She put an arm around my neck and took another sip of beer. "The one big problem with these parties is cleaning up afterwards." She sipped again.
"Hey, get your own beer!"
"I prefer yours. Besides, I think you've had enough." She pointed at the other two dead soldiers.
"Hmmph. Anyway, next month you won't have that problem. The party is here. Remember?"
Debby finished the beer and set it on the floor. She rested her head on my shoulder and hugged me. I hugged her back. "Worried?" I asked.
Debby was quiet for a bit. "Maybe, a bit. What in the world do we do? And this is the Halloween party! I've never had a costume party for adults, let alone a costume orgy."
I laughed softly, and soon had her laughing too. "So call Carol and Denise. They'll give you a hand. All you'll have to do is figure out a costume."
Debby sat upright. "Oh, I've already done that. You're going to be Caesar and wear a toga, and I'm going to be a slave girl and wear a mini-toga. I'll make the outfits from bedsheets." She smiled brightly.
I pulled her back against my chest and hugged her again. "That's my girl! Never say quit." I rubbed her back and suspected the robe was all she had on. I began to nuzzle and lick her neck and ears, and slid my free hand down to her legs. I pulled the robe apart and slid my hand up the inside of her thighs. Debby's breathing became deeper and she parted her legs to allow me easier access. But I bypassed her snatch and moved my hand higher and untied her sash. Only then did I move my hand back down to her crotch. My middle finger found her clit just as I lowered my head to her breasts and began to lick and suck the erect nipples I found. Debby's breath was now coming in ragged pants and gasps, and moments later became muffled cries she silenced by biting a knuckle.
I slowed my fingers and brought my face up to kiss her soft full lips. She shuddered and shivered in my arms and wrapped her arms around me. "Thank you," she whispered in my ear. "Let's go to bed." She stood and rewrapped her robe. "Come on. Please?"
I stood and followed her.