Helen and Sam lay side by side in bed. They had just made love and both were feeling flushed and refreshed. Sam was drawing luxuriously on a wine-dipped cigarillo. His redheaded wife lay with his cock in her hand, watching his face.
"Nothing like a good smoke after a good fuck. There's no one like you, baby."
"You either, Sam honey. I love your cock. I even get a tinge inside just from feeling it in the palm of my hand."
"Keep that up, girl, and you'll end up with a wet hand."
Suddenly Helen sat up in bed.
"What the hell's the matter with you?"
"I just remembered… the big news I was going to tell you when you got home."
"Jeez, it must be big. You look like the cat that just swallowed the canary."
"Not yet I haven't. But I'm hot on the trail. There was a big, good-looking salesman at Emma Tate's place this afternoon."
"So?"
"So he was there better than five hours. He could have shown her everything in Spiegel's for the last ten years in that amount of time!"
Sam's eyes narrowed with calculating comprehension. "So you think there was some funny business going on."
"Can't be sure, Sam. But when I dropped over there just before Harry got home, she looked like the cat that just swallowed the canary. And she had just had a shower."
"There's no law against showering in the afternoon, Helen. Inconclusive evidence."
"All I know is, if you want to keep a secret from your husband, you definitely have to shower in the afternoon."
"You should know about that. I noticed you never told me a thing about Ken Blake being here the other afternoon."
She looked astonished. "You know about that?"
"I came home early. But I discreetly left when I saw the car in the drive. Didn't want to interrupt anything."
She snuggled up against her husband and kissed his shoulder. "That was sweet of you, darling."
"Yeah, I know. I'm a great guy."
"You're not jealous, Sam?"
"Why would I be jealous? All I know is it's time I got some strange stuff of my own. It's been more than a week."
"My heart bleeds for you. Anyway, what do you think I've been telling you about Emma for? It looks like she may not be the little goody-goody we thought she was. Maybe we can make her a joint project. I've always loved her fat little ass myself."
Sam looked down at his wife and grinned. "It's not fat, baby. No, sir! It's just right!"
"I suppose you're going to say next I'm too scrawny for you!"
"Oh no, baby. She's the work horse. You're my thoroughbred."
Helen giggled. "Okay, Sam. Shall we make a plan?"
"On one condition."
"What's that?"
"First you have to suck my cock… for being a bad girl and not telling me about Ken."
"It's a fate worse than death, but I'll force myself."
Her mouth attacked his half-erect penis with relish. It was some time before they got down to making plans.
The chance to put their plan into action came on Saturday morning. Sam was out in the front yard pulling weeds when Harry came out to his car.
"Lucky stiff!" Harry called. "You get to enjoy yourself in your garden while I have to work!"
"On Saturday?"
"Yeah! I've got a meeting with my research group. I'll probably be lucky if I get home by midnight."
"Hey, that's tough luck, Harry old pal. But I know you. You'll love every minute of it."
"Once I get there, I probably will. But I'd have liked to spend the day with Emma. She gets lonely, I think, Sam."
"Don't worry, Harry. Helen and I will keep an eye on her."
"Thanks, Sam. You're a friend."
"See you later, Harry."
As Harry drove off, Sam rushed into the house to tell Helen the good news. "Break out the wine and get your twat wet, baby! There'll be a hot time in the old house today."
"What makes you think she'll even come?"
"Seriously, baby… Could any woman resist me when I lay on the charm?"
She smiled and threw her arms around him. "You're right, Sam. I'll make us a nice lunch while you're fetching her. And no taking samples before the main course!" She winked at him. He slapped her on the ass as she headed for the kitchen.
"Be right back, baby."
There was no answer the first time Sam rang the Tates' front doorbell. He waited impatiently for several minutes, then rang again, more insistently this time. At last he heard a fumbling on the latch.
"Why Sam… it's you." Emma looked flustered. She had a robe wrapped tightly around her. Automatically, she stepped aside to let Sam into the house.
"Emma, you look different. What the hell is it? I know! You're wearing makeup. Hey, it looks good! Damned good!"
Emma's cheeks flushed pink. "Why, thank you, Sam. I'm afraid I'm not quite together yet this morning." She looked apologetically down at her bathrobe.
"Emma baby, on you a dishrag would look good. In fact I'd love to see you in a dishrag."
Emma laughed. She liked Sam, although he sometimes made her nervous. He was so cocksure of himself.
"I'll probably thinking I just came over to ogle your tits. In fact, I have a mission, less interesting but more socially acceptable. How would you like to have lunch with Helen and me? I saw Harry and he said he'd be away all day. We'd love to have your company."
Emma looked indecisive. He reached out and tilted her chin so she was looking into his eyes. "Please come. Pretty please?" His boyish good looks, his dark shock of curls, made him look very appealing. If it hadn't been for his mustache, Sam could have passed for ten years younger than he was. With the mustache, he settled for five.
"Okay, Sam. That's really nice of you. I'll be over as soon as I get dressed."
"I'll wait for milady and escort her safely to the manor house."
"You don't have to…" Emma looked distressed, but she relented. "I'll be ready in five minutes."
Emma sighed as she changed her clothes in the bedroom. She had just been getting ready to give herself a nice orgasm. Now she would have to wait until after lunch. She consoled herself with the prospect of company. She had not been looking forward to another endless day alone.
"Phew!" Sam's whistle was appreciative as Emma emerged in a peek-a-boo halter top and a pair of clinging white duck slacks.
"Why thank you, m'Lord!" Emma was getting into the spirit of Sam's good humor. She pirouetted in front of him. "You like?" Her eyes looked boldly into his. She had never been able to do that with Sam before. It occurred to her she was becoming more comfortable with her newfound sexuality.
"I like." Their eyes locked, and they knew. Each knew their sexual interest was reciprocated in the other. Both experienced little tingles in their bellies.
Emma broke the spell. Helen was expecting them. This was no time to be playing goo-goo eyes. "Let's get going. I'm starving."
Sam followed her out the door. He watched the tight sway of her ass inside her pants. He realized it would be hard to concentrate on lunch with dessert staring him right in the face.
Lunch was fun for all of them. Sam kept the wine flowing. The women chatted like schoolgirls, with only occasional interruptions of wry humor from Sam. He was too busy watching and assessing to waste time talking.
"You know, this is fun. We should spend more time together. I get so bored at home." Emma knew she was tipsy, but she didn't care. She was with friends. She could let down her hair.
"You're right, Emma. We women become so engrossed in our own little worlds, we sometimes don't make enough effort to break out from time to time. And we should. All work and no play makes Jane a dull girl."
"Emma, too." They laughed.
Sam found his opportunity. "I don't know. Neither one of you girls looks the least bit dull to me. In fact, I'm having to struggle to keep my blood pressure down to boiling."
Helen grinned wickedly at her husband. "You're always boiling, sweetheart. That's what makes you so lovable."
Sam looked appealingly at Emma. "You see how it is? You give everything you've got to a woman, and you find she's only after you for one thing." His lips pouted mockingly. Helen and Emma both laughed heartily.
"Hey, what say we take our wine into the living room? I'm getting a crick in my ass, sitting in this chair."
The two women followed Sam into the living room. They all sat on the rug near the stereo and leafed through the record albums. "Emma, you've got to hear this one. It's a real turn-on. I got it in Paris last year." He put on a record that started with slow rhythmic music. A male and a female started to sing back and forth to one another. They sang in French, but it was quite apparent what they were singing about. They were making love.
At first Emma felt slightly embarrassed. It seemed a strange sort of record to play in mixed company. Then she began to get the idea. Both Sam and Helen were lying back, looking very relaxed. They were open, available. And they were smiling at her.
"Why don't you lie down, Emma?" Helen suggested. "Here's some pillows for you." She had arranged the pillows between herself and Sam.
Emma's first response was fear. This seemed a very frightening place to be, all of a sudden – with two people who led such unorthodox sex lives. The more she thought about the possibilities, however, the more intrigued she became. She lay down between the older couple and let herself drift with the music. It was obvious the woman in the song was becoming more and more excited. Soon she would cum.
Emma let herself assume the girl's place. She could almost feel the hard drumming cock that was driving the songstress to distraction. Her pussy felt so good.
Then she realized it was more than the song that was making her cunt feel good. Someone was rubbing her pubic mound through her pants. She assumed it must be Sam, but she didn't dare open her eyes to verify the fact. Then she would have to stop him.
And she didn't want to stop him, not just yet.
"Mmmmmm!" She realized suddenly that she was moaning aloud. For a moment, she had confused her own cries of pleasure with those of the girl on the record.
"Does it feel good, darling?" It was Helen asking. Emma looked up at her friend. Then down at her cunt. It was Helen's hand that was making her feel so good!
Through her wine-glow, Emma struggled to grasp the obvious fact that her next-door neighbor, a woman, was caressing her pussy. Surely Helen wasn't a pervert. Emma dismissed the idea at once. She had seen Helen making love to a man, and obviously enjoying it very much.
Obviously the redhead was a woman who liked pleasure, wherever she could find it.
Again Emma closed her eyes and let herself drift. She became hypnotized by the soft stimulation at her cunt. It wasn't wildly passionate, just gently titillating. But, little by little, her pussy was rising to the bait. She was humping her cunt up against her friend's hand.
She wanted more.
When she felt two pairs of hands starting to undress her, Emma made no protest. She just kept her eyes shut. She wanted to find out what would happen, if she let matters take their course. She smiled to herself as she heard the compliments exchanged above her.
"Isn't she something! God, what a body! Like a Greek statue… earth mother."
"I've never heard you so poetic, Sam. But you're right. She is lovely. And she looks so much better naked than she does dressed. What nice firm breasts! So soft!"
Emma sucked in her breath sharply as a mouth suddenly closed over each nipple and sucked.
"Ooooohhhh!" The sensations were incredible to have both breasts stimulated by wet hungry kisses was exquisite luxury. Electric messages shot down to her hungering cunt and back up again, beaming the good news. Preparing her pussy for the action it was craving. Suddenly all the excitement Emma had aroused in herself before Sam came over surged back up to the surface.
She was so hot!
As the couple kissed her breasts, their hands explored the curves of her naked body. Emma held her breath as fingertips toyed with the tangles of her pussy-hair. She knew at once she wanted them to go farther. She wanted them to play with her cunt.
Not knowing whether it was Sam's finger or Helen's playing down there made the experience that much more erotic.
"Ooooohh, darlings! You're doing wonderful things to me!" She caressed both their heads, reveling in the sensual power of feeling one of them at each tit. Her ass wriggled hungrily, celebrating her lewd good fortune. Without warning the finger surged up inside her pussy, "Aaaaggghhhh! Oooohh! Do it to me! Do it!"
"Jeez, she's got a hot cunt!" Sam's voice was thick with emotion.
"Let me feel it, too!" As soon as Helen had spoken, the finger left Emma's pussy and another took its place. Now the mystery of who was feeling her twat was solved. But the pleasure went on. Helen's more slender finger wriggled around up inside lasciviously. Emma was at her mercy. She moaned like a madwoman.
The brunette's next surprise came when a pair of lips closed over her own, and it turned out to be Helen who was kissing her. The more inexperienced woman was surprised at how intensely sensual it was to kiss another woman. There was a strange irony in the contrast between the softness of Helen's lips and the hardness of her passion. The redhead had rolled half on top of Emma now. Her finger still investigated the hot depths of Emma's pussy while her mouth ground hungrily down on the younger woman's.
"God, Emma, you're so wonderful, honey! It feels so good to kiss you! Your lips are sweet!"
The perversity of hearing these words from another woman fired Emma's excitement. She began to return the kisses as urgently as Helen was giving them. She wrapped her arms around the more slender woman and pulled her hard down on top of her.
Helen seemed to become even more aroused by the other woman's response. She lay her body flush on top of Emma's and ground her cunt down against Emma's craving pussy. This way, both their clits were getting stimulation.
"Ooooohhhh! Aaaaahhhhhhhh!"
"Mmmmm! Emma, honey, it feels fabulous!"
Sam had drawn back to watch the lewd fantasy of two heterosexual women learning to love one another. He had seen Helen experiment with this sort of thing before. But she had never been as excited as she was today. Both women were tall, Helen a little more so than Emma, and their coupling was a powerful sight to behold. Witnessing it brought his cock to swift erection. The sight of Helen's taut ass grinding down toward Emma's cunt attracted him like a magnet. He extended his hand and shoved a finger into his wife's asshole.
"Uuuuuhhh!" There was no doubt that Helen enjoyed this sudden ravishment of her puckered sphincter. Now she ground her ass as enticingly up at Sam's fingers as she rammed it down toward Emma. "Mmmm, Sam darling. My asshole loves your finger, baby!"
Emma couldn't believe her ears. Her friend was enjoying getting a finger shoved into her ass! The hot intimacy of their lewd threesome was driving the young brunette to distraction. She realized now how much there was to sexuality. How much she had yet to experience!
She felt an overwhelming joy to know her true education had begun!
The rhythmic rocking of Helen's hips was driving both women over the hump to forgetfulness. They were both immersed in the spell of their contagious eroticism. Both felt an incredible greed. They wanted to grasp hold of it – that promise that lurked just in front of them. That elusive thunderbolt.
It struck both of them simultaneously. Their pussies seemed to make just the right connection. Their clits exploded with sensation.
"Oooooohhh! I'm cumming, Helen!"
"Uuuuhh, Jee-zuz! So am I, darling! Ohh, it's soo good, soooo good!"
Sam couldn't believe his eyes. The sheer erotic spectacle of watching two women make each other cum was overwhelming. He had to fuck! His cock was swollen with passion!
Gently, he rolled his wife over onto her back, so she lay side by side with Emma. Then he poised himself, missionary-style, between Emma's legs and shoved forward. His cock found her cunt with no trouble.
"Mmmmm… aaaaaaiiieeeee! Uh, uh, uh!" Emma felt that she had lost all control over her sexual responses. Never in her life had she been anywhere near this excited. It was like an overload of prurient inspiration. First to cum from fucking a girl. Now to have a hard thick cock shoved up into her pussy before she had even had a chance to bounce back from her orgasm.
She didn't know what was happening to her body. But she knew she liked it. If there was a heaven for fuckers, Emma had just arrived.
"Oohh, Sam honey! You're fucking her so good!" Sam looked over at his wife's eyes, glazed with lust. She was watching his cock drive in and out of Emma's cunt with unconcealed envy. Sam had no trouble deciding what to do about that. He pulled out of Emma. "Be right back, baby." He shoved his cock deep into Helen's waiting pussy-hole and gave her several long, hard thrusts of his pulsing cock. Before Emma had even had a chance to miss him, he was back inside her pussy.
The maneuver involved a lot of exercise for Sam, but he felt the results were well worth the labor. It was intensely exciting to be fucking two beautiful women at once. Especially when both were so appreciative. Both wailed like coyotes while he was fucking them, then looked on with undisguised lust while her friend was getting his cock.
"Ooooohhh! Sam darling, your cock is so good in me. Jee-zuz, you're making me cum, Sammy!" Helen was never able to resist her husband for long when he screwed her with this kind of energy. She just seemed to cum and cum and cum. Her pussy became a bottomless pit of need.
When next Sam penetrated Emma, she too came. "Uuuuuuhhh! God, Sam, you're good! Uuuuuuhh… ooohhhh, I'm cummmmm-ing-g-g!" Emma was reveling in the unabashed depravity of lying side by side with her friend, taking their mutual sexual pleasure from her friend's husband's penis. Her body was pure greedy response. She loved Sam and Helen. And more than anything, she plain loved to fuck.
At last the exertion of satisfying the two women became too much for Sam. He spilled his load deep into Emma's craving pussy. "Hhnnhh, it's good in there, baby!"
All three of the orgiasts cuddled up in a close ball while they recovered for the fury of their coupling. Helen was the first to get up and fetch them a fresh bottle of wine from the refrigerator.
"More wine?" Emma exclaimed.
"The fun's only beginning, baby! We've got to keep our strength up!"
Emma looked skeptically at Sam. Then her cunt began to tingle in response to the promise in his eyes. Sam wasn't kidding.
The two women stroked him while they all three made themselves comfortable, relaxing between rounds.
"Why don't you tell us about that cute salesman who was at your house on Thursday?" Helen suggested.
Emma blushed. She hadn't realized anyone would catch on to the car in front of her house for five hours. "There's nothing really to say."
"Hey, you're hedging. If I was alone with a hunk of meat like that all afternoon there's no way he'd get away unscathed."
"Go easy on the girl, Helen. Obviously she doesn't want to talk about it."
"Why not? I'm sharing my man with her, aren't I?"
"Helen! Stop being a cunt!"
The redhead softened, patted Emma on the ass. "He's right! I'm being a real shit, honey! Forgive me!"
"Sure, Helen."
It took a while, but Emma did forget about the other woman's display of peevishness. Her memory of it died in the heat of theft next round of lovemaking.