Doug won't have oral sex. He thinks it's dirty. Unbelievable. I guess we all have hang-ups. I knew this when we married, but I thought we'd work our way around to it, with time. We didn't. Our sex life is reasonably active, but it's all cock-in-cunt, or maybe shared hand-jobs.
I know that sounds vulgar. I'm not a wanton hussy, desperate to have her pussy licked. But I enjoyed it, back in the day, before I met Doug and we married. I really like sex, and I'm an orally oriented girl, I guess. And I know I'm good at sucking cock ... I've been told more than once. I like using my tongue, too (I was adventurous with friends, men and women). It was a sexual highlight for me, before me and Doug. I fantasize about taking Doug's cock in my mouth, but that's not in the cards.
Doug is a creature of habit, and of firm convictions. This works great for me everywhere but in the bedroom.
I'm Kelly. I'm 42 years old. Doug is 50 years old, and we've been married for 10 years. Second time around for both of us. But I hadn't expected to go 10 years without oral sex. I may complain a lot about my first husband, but I do miss his mouth on me, and mine on him.
And it's fine, really. But I do think about it. I have an oral fixation. Using my mouth, someone using their mouth on me. I miss it. And I think about it, too much. I had experience with guys, of course. And a few times with lady friends, before I got married. I was rather good at that, too, if I do say so myself! As the years have gone by with Doug, I fantasize a lot.
This weekend we're heading north, a four-hour drive to the edge of the state forest. Doug and some buddies have a two-night backpacking trip planned for Saturday and Sunday, and we'll drive home on Monday morning.
On Friday we're driving to Doug's uncle's place. His Uncle Charlie and Aunt Martha live only minutes from the trailhead. Their home will be the gathering point for Doug's hiking party. I'll stay with Charlie and Martha for a couple of nights, then head home with Doug on Monday.
I know Charlie and Martha reasonably well. We see them a once or twice a year. I've never spent on-my-own time with them, so that'll be a change.
Charlie and Martha are both retired from state jobs. Mid-sixties, I'd guess. Charlie is thin and wiry. Martha is the model buxom farmwife ... although they don't farm.
As we turned into Charlie and Martha's driveway late Friday afternoon, Doug asked, "Are you going to be OK with Uncle Charlie and Aunt Martha for a couple of days?"
"Of course, Doug," I said. "We'll be fine."
"I'm going to miss you, Kelly," said Doug.
"You're going to have fun with the boys in the woods," I said. "But I'll miss you, too."
As we pulled up by their front walk, Charlie and Martha came out the front door to meet us. Doug and I got out of the car, greeted his uncle and aunt, and shared hugs all round. It seemed to me that Charlie and Martha were hugging me more than in the past, but I could've been imagining that.
I brought in my overnight bag, including the few things Doug would need. Doug left his backpack in the trunk, to grab when he headed out Saturday morning.
"It's only a queen bed, in the guest room," said Martha.
"I'm sure they'll be fine, dear," said Charlie.
"I just thought they may be used to more room, for ... whatever ... " said Martha.
"A queen bed is perfect," said Doug.
"We don't require a lot of room for ... whatever," I grinned. Charlie and Martha laughed.
"Geez, Kelly!" said Doug, giving me a look, rolling his eyes.
Charlie and Martha just laughed.
We had drinks ... beer for the men, white wine for me and Martha ... in the living room, chatting for the hour or so before we sat down to supper. Martha had prepared a nice chicken casserole and a green salad, with some crusty French bread we used to sop up the casserole sauce. It was delicious.
At supper, we sat at a small rectangular table in the kitchen area, with two benches for seating, one on each side. Martha and I were on one side, Charlie and Doug on the other. Conversation was easy and pleasant, as it is when you know one another reasonably well, but don't get to spend as much time together as you'd like.
Martha was up and down a bit during supper, bringing out food, clearing plates, and such.
Each time she sat back down on the bench next to me, she seemed a little closer. I could feel the warmth of her thigh, and we were really rubbing shoulders. Martha was very smiley with me and patted me on the back whenever she rose or sat.
After supper, we returned to the living room, and visited a bit before retiring early, since Doug was making a start in the wee hours of Saturday morning.
In turn, Doug and I brushed our teeth and washed our faces, then undressed for bed. Doug wore an old pair of gym shorts. I'd brought a large t-shirt with me but opted for going to bed naked.
"Naked?" asked Doug.
"Like at home," I said.
"We're not at home," said Doug.
"Well, I'm comfortable here," I said. "Does it bother you?"
"No, but it might give me some ideas," smiled Doug. "Since we're going to be apart for a bit."
"Well, well!" I said. "What do you have in mind?" I already had a fairly good idea what we were going to do.
"I thought a little kiss and cuddle, then maybe you could do me," said Doug.
"With my hand?" I asked. The regular.
"Is that OK?" asked Doug. "I'd really like that. We'll have to keep it quiet. Don't want to disturb Charlie and Martha."
"It's fine, honey," I said, shifting closer to him.
We kissed for a while, and Doug fondled my breasts, letting his hand venture between my legs now and then. I squeezed his crotch through his shorts, and he began to harden.
"It's nice being here," I said softly. "A fun change from home."
"Yeah," said Doug. "I really like Martha, and Charlie."
"I like doing something in someone else's home, their home," I said.
"You're naughty, Kelly," said Doug.
"Martha was being really friendly and familiar with me this evening," I said. "Almost flirty."
"Martha has always been a bit of a flirt," said Doug.
"Do you think she's pretty? Sexy?" I asked. Doug quickly got fully erect and slid his shorts down so I could grasp his hard penis. I guess that answered my question!
"I guess," said Doug, closing his eyes as I began to jerk him off.
"I think she's sexy," I said. "And she acts sort of sexy when she's being friendly."
"That's Martha!" gasped Doug, as I began to move my hand faster, up and down his shaft.
"She seems like the type of woman you'd go for. Earthy and chesty," I whispered into Doug's ear.
"She is!" grunted Doug.
"Her breasts look pretty big, and you like that, I know," I said.
"Yeah," grunted Doug.
I leaned in close as Doug neared climax. "I love you, Doug," I whispered in his ear.
"I love you, too!" sighed Doug, pushing his hips up to drive his erection into my moving hand.
I whispered in his ear as Doug's breathing got very ragged, "With your eyes closed, I always wonder what you're thinking. Today, maybe about Martha and her big breasts? Here, in her house? Her hand instead of mine?"
And Doug came hard then, spurting into my hand and onto the bed. "Oh, my!" I said.
Doug sank back with a groan. I got some tissue from the bedside table, and cleaned up my hand, the bed, and Doug's penis. He pulled up his shorts and rolled over to face away from me.
"Thanks, Kelly," he said. "That was great."
"You're welcome, honey," I replied.
"I better get to sleep," said Doug. "Early morning coming too soon."
"Good night, Doug," I said. "I love you."
"I love you, too," said my husband. "Can you get the light?"
"Sure," I said. I got up, naked, turned off the light, and slipped down the dark hall to the guest bathroom. I disposed of the soiled tissues, and stood looking at myself in the mirror, idly tickling my pussy, and thinking about Martha ... Doug and Martha.
The next morning, we were all up early to see Doug off. Martha had coffee ready, and we all held our steaming mugs as we said our goodbyes.
"Sorry to dump Kelly on you for a couple of days, Charlie, Martha," said Doug.
"We're looking forward to it!" smiled Martha.
"We are," said Charlie, and put an arm around me to give a little squeeze.
"You have fun, Doug," I said. "I'm sure we'll be fine here until you come back."
"OK, well, I'd best be off," said Doug. He put down his mug, shook Charlie's hand, gave me a hug, then gave Martha a little longer one, saying, "Look after Kelly for me!"
"I'll take good care of her," said Martha. "We will, me and Charlie."
And Doug was out the door and on his way.
"Well, now what?" asked Martha.
"I'm going to have another cup of coffee and read the paper," said Charlie.
"You go sit down, and I'll bring you coffee," I said. Charlie smiled and headed for his favorite chair in the living room.
"That's nice of you, Kelly," said Martha. "If you take care of Charlie, I'll go make myself presentable."
"You look great to me!" I said. "But I'll be doing the same thing, getting presentable, after I get Charlie his coffee."
Martha headed off to the master bedroom. I got Charlie his coffee.
"Thanks, Kelly," said Charlie. "Doug's a lucky man to have a woman like you."
"And you're lucky to have a woman like Martha," I said.
Charlie laughed. "You and Martha are kind of alike, actually, in my opinion."
"Alike?" I smiled.
"Well, full-figured, in the right places. And friendly seeming," said Charlie.
"We're both busty and smile a lot?" I asked.
"That, OK, well, yes, I guess," said Charlie.
"I'll take that as a compliment, sir!" I said.
"You should," smiled Charlie, looking me up and down. "It was intended that way."
I left Charlie reading the paper, sipping his morning cup of java, and walked down the hall. The master bedroom door was open as I walked by, and I paused, glancing in. Martha was standing before a mirror on her dressing table, wearing jeans and a bra ... she hadn't yet put on her shirt. She could see me in the mirror's reflection.
"Hey, Kelly!" said Martha, turning to face me. "How about you and I take a walk in a few minutes?"
Martha had a large bosom. Her bra held her in pretty well, but her chest still drew my eyes. Martha noticed this and blushed but made no move to cover herself or turn away.
"I'll put a shirt on before we go out!" she laughed lightly.
"No need on my account," I said. "You look just fine."
"Nobody's checked out my chest in years!" said Martha. "Just my luck it's another woman!"
"Just my luck to happen by at the right moment," I smiled, feeling frisky, thinking about teasing Doug and Charlie. "Nice boobs, Martha."
Martha blushed again. "Oh, my! Thanks, Kelly."
"And the walk sounds great," I said. "I'll be ready in about 10 minutes, OK?"
"OK!" said Martha, and watched me leave, and she smiled when she saw my last second glance at her chest.
Fifteen minutes later Martha and I were strolling down the country lane by their house.
"I'm so happy we get spend a little time together, you and I," said Martha. "We've known Doug so long, and spent lots of time with him, but we haven't had the same kind of time with you."
"Doug is very fond of you," I said. "He's often talked about things you've done together. His stories sound closer than just friends."
"We're very good friends," said Martha. "Doug and I have always had a connection."
"I told him you were almost flirty with me at supper yesterday, and I think he wished he'd been sitting closer to you," I said.
"Doug used to flirt with me," said Martha. "I enjoyed flirting back."
"But he doesn't flirt with you now?" I asked.
"We got a little too close to actually doing something, some years ago, before you two married," said Martha. "I turned down the heat, I didn't want to cheat on Charlie, and Doug backed off the flirting. His first wife didn't like it at all."
"I like getting this sort of back-story," I said. "Doug would never talk about anything like this."
"You and I have the same sort of look," said Martha. "I'm older, of course, and a bit bigger on top, but I think we have that thing that men like Doug, and Charlie, want."
"What's that?" I asked.
"I'd call it a sort of motherliness, which I don't mean to sound like a put-down," said Martha. "A big-busted, sturdy, but not fat, physique. Ready smile. Forthright in communication."
"I like us, and we're both like that," I said. "And natural, somehow ... assuming you don't bikini wax, and that you don't have implants. Not that I'd judge you harshly if you did, Martha!"
"None of that for me," said Martha. "My boobs sag, and I'm all natural, as Mother Nature intended."
I laughed. "Me, too, Martha. Sagging and hairy! We're both beautiful, conservatively dressed earth-mothers!"
"You're certainly beautiful, Kelly," smiled Martha. "I'm getting a little old for that."
"Not at all!" I protested. "I think you're gorgeous! So does Doug, based on that long-ago flirting. And I know he still fantasizes about you, based on last night."
"What happened last night?" asked Martha.
"It might be too personal, I don't know ..." I said.
"You've already complimented my boobs today, Kelly!" laughed Martha.
She pulled her shoulders back a little so that her chest stuck out. She knew I was looking.
"They look really good to me," I laughed, too.
"I never thought I'd hear you say you liked my boobs, Kelly!" said Martha.
"I never thought I'd get to tell you," I said.
"Thanks again! Now, what about last night?" asked Martha.
"OK, OK," I said. "So, I was just sort of taking care of Doug ... you know, like a wife should in bed, and I asked him if he was thinking about you, and your figure ... well, your boobs, breasts, and maybe your hand instead of mine, working on him, and that's when he ... reached the finish line, if you will."
"Oh! Oh, so, you're speculating that he was indeed thinking about me, when he ... reached the finish line," said Martha. She reached over to touch my arm when she said this.
"Yes, and I don't blame him. I'm sure either of us would do you given the opportunity," I laughed. Bold.
"Do me?" asked Martha. "What does that mean ... no, wait, I can guess!"
Martha blushed and looked away.
"Sorry!" I said. "A rude and naughty turn of phrase."
"We certainly got into bedroom talk in short order!" laughed Martha. "La! The idea of you suggesting that Doug, or you, might 'do' me! It does sound so rude and naughty!"
"It sounds shocking when you play it back to me," I said. "Oops."
"The idea of something sexual with my husband's nephew, and his wife!" giggled Martha. "I never dreamed!"
"You didn't?" I asked.
"Well, I don't mean anything, Kelly!" said Martha. "Doug, back in the day, yeah, I thought about him."
"I'm sorry, Martha," I said. "I feel like a potty-mouth, talking about this stuff."
"Don't apologize, Kelly," said Martha. "Given the opportunity and the right circumstances, I'm sure I'd 'do' Doug ... and you, too!" She laughed.
"At the same time?" I laughed.
"Both of you? Oh, my! Well, given the opportunity and the right circumstances!" laughed Martha. "You told me Doug probably fantasizes about me, and you like my boobs. My breasts are pretty big, I know!"
"What about Charlie?" I asked. "Doesn't he get to play?"
"Maybe," said Martha. "In the last couple of years, he's been really interested in watching ... whatever. Which makes it tough since it's just him and me."
"Watching?" I asked. "How does that work?"
"Oh, dear, are we really going to talk about this?" asked Martha, very red in the face.
"Not if you're uncomfortable with it," I said.
"It's just, unusual, is all," said Martha.
"I'm just ... interested in you and ..." I started.
"You're interested in me?" asked Martha. She touched my arm again.
"Sure, and how a lovely mature couple, like you and Charlie, works out that end of things," I said.
"OK, then. Here goes. For us old stay-at-homes it means we ... masturbate together and he enjoys watching me do it," said Martha, blushing. "We used to ... well, use our mouths, too."
"Oral sex," I said.
"Right ... oral sex," said Martha.
"That sounds ... interesting," I said. "Good, I mean."
Martha laughed. "Charlie hasn't used his mouth on me in a while, but I've used mine on him. Mostly, we're watching one another. You still think that's interesting, good?"
"Sure, I do think so," I said. "Watching, being watched, during intimacy, even-self-touching intimacy. That sounds good."
"Charlie likes it, or finds it exciting, anyway," said Martha. "Often, I do, too. Why is that?"
"Voyeuristic taboo, exhibitionism," I said. "I think those things can be arousing. Also licking and sucking, of course!" I laughed.
"Well, from my limited experience with Charlie, I agree," said Martha. "My goodness! Now you know almost everything about our intimate lives!"
"I hope you don't mind," I said. "It's sexy to think about. I like it."
"To think about?" asked Martha. "What? Who?"
"We were just talking about you and Charlie," I said.
"For you to think about me and Charlie?" asked Martha. "Doing what we do? You think that's sexy? I don't believe it."
"It's sexy, to think about you and Charlie, naked, touching yourselves, giving each other pleasure by doing that, together," I said.
"You're imagining us naked touching ourselves!" gasped Martha.
"That seems to me what you described, and I have a vivid imagination," I said. "Please don't be embarrassed. I think it's lovely ... and sexy! I'm enjoying the mental image."
"Oh, Kelly!" said Martha.
"Is that bad, Martha?" I asked.
"It just doesn't seem like anything ... special ... what we do," said Martha. "Nothing compared to what youngsters like you and Doug must get up to." Another arm touch.
"We're way more plain-vanilla than you're thinking," I said. "Occasional missionary position intercourse, and a hand-job now and then, like last night. "
"So, no ... oral sex?" asked Martha shyly. "For you and Doug?"
"Doug won't," I said. "He just won't, he thinks it's dirty."
"Him on you, or you on him? If that's not too personal," blushed Martha.
"Doug won't do either," I said.
"Oh. You're right, I never would have guessed," said Martha. "Charlie and I liked it so much."
"I do ... or I did ... too," I said. "With my first husband, and before. But there are always compromises in life."
"We're talking about such intimate things!" exclaimed Martha. "Things I never get to talk about. Things I never thought I'd talk about."
"It's OK, though, isn't it?" I asked. "Friends?"
"Of course!" smiled Martha. "Good friends!"
"And I hope we can be even closer friends, Martha," I smiled back.
"You're lovely, Kelly," said Martha. "And it is OK, talking about these things, thinking about them, with you. Thank you."
She put her arm around me, and we walked like that for few steps.
"I told you, it makes me feel sexy to talk like this with you!" I said. "It's fun, nice. I like it."
"I have something I want to ask," said Martha. "I'm embarrassed and nervous, but I want to ask anyway."
"Go ahead," I said. "You won't offend me, whatever it is. I'm quite open-minded."
"OK," said Martha, taking a deep breath. "You talk as if you're so ... experienced, and I just wondered ... well, oh, I should just spit it out! Have you ever used your mouth on another woman?"
"Wow," I said. "Martha."
Martha's face fell.
"That was silly of me," she said.
"Not since college, or soon after, anyway," I added.
Martha's eyes looked bright.
"We were just experimenting back then. I'm sure you did the same," I said.
"No, no. I got close with a woman, experimenting, more recently, but nothing really happened," Martha blushed.
"But I think about it," I added. "I fantasize about it. Or I used to, when I had someone to lick me!" I laughed.
"Someone to lick you! Oh, golly, Kelly!" laughed Martha.
"A girl can always dream, and I do!" I said.
"And you must have a vivid imagination!" said Martha. "I haven't done anything, except for a little bit, with my friend, before she moved away, but I do think about it. I'm not a lesbian, though! I'm not!"
"You think about using your mouth on another woman?" I asked.
"Just a fantasy," blushed Martha. "Just curiosity. But I do think about it. I'm impressed that you've done it!"
"Oh, not in a long time. Before Doug, of course. So, you and your friend - did Charlie know?" I asked.
"I did talk to him about it, like, what if we got together with my friend, and I think he would have liked that, she sure would have liked Charlie, but it didn't go anywhere, really," said Martha.
"So, you have thought about it with Charlie?" I asked, thinking 'maybe repressed bisexual ... '
"You mean, do I talk about it when we ... you know?" asked Martha, blushing. "Well, I do, we have."
"Does Charlie like the idea?" I asked. "Lots of men do like the idea of two women going at it."
"Charlie does, for sure," said Martha. "It's his favorite fantasy. It's one reason I keep thinking about it."
"You with another woman?" I asked.
"Yes, it's a shared fantasy we often, touch ourselves, while I'm telling him about what I'm doing ... with her," said Martha. "My fantasy woman! I've got used to the idea, after imagining it so often."
"I'm going to be really forward, now, Martha," I said.
"Please!" said Martha.
"Oh, never mind," I retreated. "I just can't."
"Of course, you can, Kelly!" said Martha. "Anything! Close friends! I won't judge you."
"Well, I get that you've imagined being intimate, with another woman, when you're fantasizing with Charlie," I said. "But do you know the woman? Is it your friend, or some other woman you know, in your fantasies?"
"Oh, I guess ... sure," said Martha. "I don't think we couldn't imagine somebody we don't even know, that way."
"So, not a stranger. Just that friend? A family-member?" I persisted.
"Well, there was Pat, my friend, and she liked Charlie, but she moved away, so, you know, Pat, or a friendly, family person, like someone we know, is what I talk about," stumbled Martha.
"Is it ever me?" I asked, bluntly. "I wouldn't mind if it is. Really, I'd be flattered."
"Do we imagine you, Kelly?" asked Martha. "Being intimate with me?"
"I'm just interested," I said. "I can imagine."
"Well, I guess, to be honest, sure, honey," blushed Martha. "It's just a fantasy." She reached out and squeezed my upper arm.
"So, you imagine you and me licking one another, maybe with Charlie watching?" I asked.
"Oh, my God!" said Martha. "That sounds so ... stark, and out there. I guess, I mean, I have imagined that, when Charlie and I fantasize."
"When you were masturbating together?" I asked.
"Yes!" said Martha. "Isn't that crazy? Charlie thinks that fantasy is so sexy. Oh, and I do, too, I suppose. We both liked Pat. Single, same age as Charlie and me, sort of interested. Fantasizing about her is nice, but she's gone, isn't she? But we both like you, too, Kelly, and you're so attractive, friendly, sexy. You don't mind us imagining you?"
"Not at all," I said. "And it explains why you were so friendly, close, when I got here. Had you enjoyed that fantasy, about me, recently?"
"Oh, well, just the other evening, when we were talking about you coming to visit ... " said Martha, blushing.
"I like the idea," I said. "Is that why you're wanting me to admire your breasts?"
"I guess, just checking ... you like the idea?" asked Martha.
"Of your breasts? Sure, I do!" I laughed.
"I mean us fantasizing about you?" asked Martha.
"All of it. Thinking about you and me and Charlie," I said.
"Even though we're too old for you," said Martha.
"I wouldn't say that," I said.
"We're not too old for you?" asked Martha.
"Am I too young for you and Charlie?" I asked with a grin.
"No!" said Martha. "Silly!"
"Then what next?" I asked.
"Next for what?" asked Martha.
"For Charlie, and you, and me, and your fantasy," I said.
"It's a fantasy, Kelly," said Martha. "There doesn't have to be a what next, does there?"
She sounded pretty hopeful.
"But what if I wanted to play, too?" I asked.
"You mean, like actually doing ... something?" asked Martha.
"I'm interested in exploring, if you are," I said, reaching out and giving Martha's upper arm a squeeze.
Martha was quiet for a few paces, but she seemed to be nodding.
"Like with Pat, but with you," said Martha.
"No pressure," I said. "But I'm interested in exploring, if you are."
"Oh, wow. Exploring," said Martha. "How would that work, to start?"
"I guess you and I would spend a little time getting used to being close, intimate with one another," I said.
"With Charlie watching?" asked Martha.
"Not at first," I suggested. "But after we checked things out together. Like with Pat. Maybe you and I can spend some time, just us, first ... "
"Can that be soon? Tonight?" blurted Martha. "You're only here a couple of nights."
"Sure, I guess, tonight," I said. "If that feels OK, we can maybe have Charlie join us tomorrow evening, before Doug gets back."
"My gosh!" said Martha. "I can't believe we're contemplating this! Should I tell Charlie what we're thinking?"
"I think you have to, but not until you and I ... try things out, together, tonight," I said.
"I'm sure we'll be fine. I think," said Martha.
"I hope," I said.
"Right, right," said Martha.
"One other thing," I said. "This is a special request for me."
"Anything!" said Martha.
"It's pretty personal," I said.
"What we're discussing is pretty personal!" said Martha. "Just tell me!"
"If you're OK with it, if Charlie's OK with it, if we get that far, the three of us, may I take him in my mouth when we're together?" I asked. "It's been so long, and I miss a man's hard cock in my mouth."
"You want to take my Charlie's penis, hard ... his ... cock ... in your mouth?" Martha asked.
"Yes, if you and Charlie say it's OK," I said. "I would like that, I think."
"He would come in your mouth?" asked Martha.
"If you and Charlie are OK with that," I said.
"Would you swallow?" asked Martha. "I do. I swallow."
"He would come in my mouth, and I would swallow," I said. "But only if it's OK with you and Charlie."
"You don't want to steal my Charlie, do you, Kelly?" asked Martha.
Then she laughed. "What a silly question! I think I'm feeling possessive and jealous ... but Charlie would still be my man, right? We fantasized about that with Pat, but she left."
"Of course," I said. "I just think it might be ... nice ... for all of us to have some sexy fun together."
"I'm sure Charlie would like that, and I think it might be OK with me!" said Martha. "Oh, my! I don't know whether I'm excited or scared! I can't put it out of my mind! Using our mouths on each other! Oh, Kelly!"
"You're certainly enthusiastic, Martha!" I laughed.
"I'm a bit tired now from walking, Kelly. What do you think of heading home, and ... refreshing ourselves?" asked Martha.
"Sure, Martha," I said.
"There's a bit of a shortcut through here," said Martha.
We walked through a peaceful wooded area. There was a path, but it wasn't well-traveled. We didn't see any other walkers, runners, or cyclists.
Part-way through the wood Martha stopped by a sturdy wooden bench.
"Charlie and I paid for this bench. It's a nice stop on the way through the woods to our place, which isn't far, now," said Martha.
"It's pretty and peaceful here," I said.
"Shall we sit for a moment?" said Martha, setting herself down.
I sat down next to her, and she scooted close.
"Oh, Kelly! We're becoming such special friends!" said Martha.
"It's nice, isn't it?" I said.
"We're being so open with one another. I'm not used to that, except with Charlie. And I've never felt this sort of nervous anticipation since Pat went away," said Martha.
"I'm sorry things didn't work out with Pat," I said.
"We liked each other, me and Pat. But I think she was more interested in Charlie, in, you know, that way. Things just got too much for her, too quickly, I suppose, with me," said Martha.
"Why did you want to stop here, Martha?" I asked.
"Pat and I used to stop here. It's going to get busy at home, when we get there, with Charlie wanting his lunch, and the daily chores, and whatever. I guess I just wanted a moment alone with you, before night," said Martha.
"You think we'll be OK, finding some time alone tonight?" I asked.
"I've decided, Kelly, about you taking Charlie in your mouth? If you really want to do something together, I've decided I'd like to see that. I want to see that. I don't need to think about it ... I can't stop thinking about it. And, maybe, you and I can try some other things, together," said Martha, breathlessly.
Martha was certainly hot to trot!
"It's been a long time since my experience, Martha," I said.
"Pat wasn't so long ago, so I've got some ideas pretty fresh in my mind," said Martha.
Suddenly, Martha leaned over and gave me a quick kiss on the lips, then leaned back, looking at me.
"Did you kiss Pat here, on this bench, Martha?" I asked.
She nodded, and blushed.
"I like oral sex, Martha. I'm good at it," I said. "I want you to know that. And I won't leave, like Pat. And I really am interested in your breasts."
Then Martha kissed me in earnest, hand behind my head, pushing her lips against mine. She pushed my tongue against my lips, which I parted to allow her in, and she shared her tongue with mine. I felt one of her hands tentatively touch, then hold, then gently squeeze my left breast. I put my hand on hers, and pulled it against my breast, and she squeezed harder, trying to pinch my nipple through my bra and blouse. Then Martha swung one leg over mine, grinding her crotch into my thigh as we kissed and caressed. I got a hand up under her blouse and squeezed her breast through her bra. Martha kept grinding her crotch against my leg and dropped one hand to squeeze my crotch.
"So warm! I want you, Kelly!" Martha hissed into my ear. "I want to taste you, and I want you to do me!"
"Me, too, Martha!" I sighed.
Then, as if by unspoken agreement, Martha got off my leg and we pulled back from one another.
"I'm sorry. I lost control of myself there," said Martha, shyly.
"I didn't mind," I said.
"We should go home," said Martha, smiling at me.
"Tonight can't come soon enough," I said.
"I'm not a lesbian, Kelly. I'm not," said Martha.
"I'm OK with whatever you are, Martha," I laughed.
Martha laughed, and we strolled home through the woods.
We had a nice supper with Charlie that evening. Martha was a good cook, and I just did what she asked in the kitchen. After supper, Charlie settled in to watch some TV.
"Kelly and I have a little something we're working on," said Martha.
"What's that?" asked Charlie, eyes on the screen.
"Maybe a little surprise for you tomorrow, OK?" said Martha.
"A surprise, eh? Sounds interesting," laughed Charlie.
"So, we're going to my sewing room for a bit. Don't bother us, or you'll ruin the surprise!" laughed Martha.
"You're on your own, ladies," said Charlie.
Martha and I laughed, and she led the way to her sewing room. Martha closed the door and we sat down next to one another on a corner loveseat.
"What should we do?" asked Martha.
"Do you want me to take the lead?" I asked.
"You're more experienced in this, I think. I only got so far with Pat," said Martha.
"It's been decades, practically! But I have a vivid imagination!" I smiled. "And I think you do, too!"
"Ah, yes!" smiled Martha. "Kelly? I will follow your lead. It's sort of like dancing! One of us has to go first."
"Just right!" I said. "I'll seek inspiration, and you just follow my lead, dear Martha."
I took Martha's hands in mine, and gently kissed the backs of them, stroking them slightly with my lips.
"Your skin is so smooth, and you smell lovely," I said.
Martha smiled, and lifted my hands to her mouth, kissing them, and gently touching the back of my left hand with her tongue.
"Oh!" I said.
"You taste slightly salty, Kelly," said Martha. "I like it."
I took my hands and held Martha's face gently between them. I stroked her soft cheeks, then leaned in and kissed each of her eyes. I leaned to one side and bit her earlobe. She responded by gently biting mine.
I looked Martha in the eyes, then kissed her on the lips. Soft and warm. I just held my lips against hers for a moment. She puckered a bit, she had strong lips, and was a firm kisser.
I moved my lips gently against hers, then let parted my lips just slightly, so that my tongue could play along the meeting of her lips. She opened her mouth a bit, and our tongues touched. Martha moaned, just a little, and we opened our mouths wider, giving our tongues room to tangle and play together.
After we'd been kissing for a few moments, I moved a hand to Martha's breast, and squeezed gently. She moaned again and pushed her breast against my gently squeezing hand.
Martha broke off our kiss and put her mouth to my ear.
"That feels so nice, Kelly," whispered Martha.
"It does, you do," I whispered back, still fondling her breast.
"Do you really want this? Me?" whispered Martha.
"Yes, I do. My tongue in you, and your husband's hard cock in my mouth, sweet Martha," I whispered.
"I think Pat would have done that, at least. She was mad for Charlie. That's why I thought it might work for her and me," said Martha.
"What stopped you?" I asked, still squeezing her breasts, now with both hands.
"Nothing stopped me, except Pat. We got as far as kissing, and naked on top together, but I had to push her hard to get that far, more-or-less promising her things with Charlie," said Martha.
"How did you get Pat even that far, Martha? Tell me the story," I said, still caressing her breasts.
Martha sighed. "OK, so, Pat and I were friendly. Her husband had passed away suddenly - heart attack. Charlie and I would include Pat when we socialized, so it was often the three of us. Charlie really liked that. And he and I naturally began to fantasize a little about Pat. Then, one evening, after a few drinks, Pat threw herself at Charlie, according to him, while I was in the kitchen putting things away. There was a lot of fondling and kissing, apparently. And I guess Charlie implied that maybe we should do a threesome."
"Wow, so this was all Charlie's fault?" I asked
"And Pat," said Martha.
Suddenly, Martha drew back from me, and quickly pulled her shirt off over her head. She turned her back to me.
"I think it might be quicker if you help me off with my bra," she said, breathless.
I unfastened her bra, and let its contents fall. Martha's breasts were fleshy and full, hanging low, with her nipples hard. She took my hand and held it against her breast.
"Doug would go crazy for you," I said.
"It's you I want, Kelly," said Martha, pushing herself against me.
"Wow, Martha. Did you go this fast with your friend Pat?" I asked, squeezing her plump breast.
"She touched my breasts, a little. I sucked on her nipples. Her breasts weren't that large, but it was wonderful," sighed Martha.
"Did she suck yours?" I asked.
"The rest of the story. Charlie told me about Pat, and I got together with Pat and after a few drinks I got onto Charlie's interest in her, and hers in him. She was so eager. She sort of suggested she'd do anything to be with Charlie, and I told her that meant being with me, too. We kissed a little, and that was OK. We did that a few times, out at our bench, with some fondling, over our clothes. We'd talk about what we could do with Charlie. Then, I got her alone at home, and I thought I should take the lead, so I took off my top and bra, then managed to get Pat's top and bra off. She was slowing down a bit, then. I sucked her nipples, which excited her, and got her to at least kiss mine."
I leaned down and gently kissed Martha's nipples. She sighed.
"But she decided she didn't want to go on when I tried to do things, down there, under her skirt. I touched the front of her panties, and she let me slide my hand between her thighs, so I could feel how warm and wet she was. I suggested we get naked, and she wasn't sure. I got my hand inside her panties, and rubbed her down there, a little, and she seemed to sort of like that, spreading her legs wide and putting her hand on my thigh. I felt crazy for her then, in a way I never anticipated. I wanted Pat. Then I asked if I could use my mouth on her, down there, and that must have been too much, too soon ... she got really uncomfortable, and didn't want to go on."
"Well, I'll start with what's in front of me, and I've decided I do want to go on," I said, lowering my mouth to her left teat.
"Oh, Kelly!" gasped Martha.
I sucked each nipple, first one, then the other, as Martha sighed and writhed.
"Kelly, I want to touch you, too," sighed Martha.
I stopped suckling on Martha's nipples, and whispered in her ear, "I've decided not to wear panties when I think we might ... do things."
Martha's hand was under my skirt almost instantly, as I continued to fondle her tits.
"Warm, wet, and hairy ... just the way I want my women," growled Martha.
I gave a snort of laughter, which Martha shared, as she began to probe my pussy with her fingers.
"You have such a lot of hair, Kelly!" said Martha. "So thick!"
"Push your fingers in me," I whispered, then began to kiss Martha again.
Martha was probing me rather expertly, it seemed, with her fingers. She found my clit and tickled it with her index finger as she pushed two other fingers inside my cunt. I continued pinch and twist her nipples, we continued to kiss, as Martha masturbated me to a gentle orgasm.
As I climaxed, I pulled back with a groan, then leaned into Martha's chest. I began to kiss her nipples again, as Martha pulled her fingers from my pussy, and put them to her mouth, sucking them.
She held my head against her chest, pushing her breasts against my face, moaning and sighing, until she suddenly pulled away again.
"I'm taking off my panties, too!" she said.
She raised her bottom, and pulled up her skirt, revealing her thick thighs, then pulled off her panties to reveal her pussy with its covering of light brown hair.
"I want you to lick me, Kelly, down there. Would you? Is that too much? Oh, please! I can't stand it. And I promise you can suck Charlie's cock anytime you want, but, please, please, lick me! I've been crazy, thinking about a woman doing that! Since I got close with Pat!" cried Martha.
She slid her bottom down to the edge of the sofa and spread her legs.
"And I know you're not a lesbian," I said, moving down between her legs, on my knees, on the floor.
"I don't care! Oh, Kelly! I've wanted a woman to do this for so long! And, since we talked, I can't stop thinking about you! You licking me, me licking you, you sucking Charlie, my husband's hard cock in your mouth!" sighed Martha.
Still fully dressed (except for my lack of panties), I pushed my face into Martha's pussy and began to probe through her hair with my tongue. She was already quite wet.
It was very erotic, seeing this older woman half-naked, opening herself up to me. Martha began to pinch and twist her own nipples. I licked her gently, but she pushed herself against me, demanding more vigorous licking.
"Really lick me, Kelly! Suck on my clit!" sighed Martha.
I licked aggressively, and she wriggled her pussy against my face. Martha was very aroused, and she orgasmed quite quickly."Oh, Kelly! I was so excited; I came so quickly!" gasped Martha.
"I think we know we can do this, Martha," I smiled up at her from between her thighs.
"I loved seeing your head between my thighs, Kelly," sighed Martha.
"The view from here is pretty wonderful, too!" I smiled.
"So, OK for Charlie tomorrow?" asked Martha.
"OK for Charlie tomorrow. How do you want to ask him, or tell him, about his surprise?" I asked.
"Let's go out for a drink, and spring it on him then!" said Martha.
"OK. What now?" I asked. "I think we should save other activity for tomorrow, don't you?"
"Oh, I guess so. I might go and see if Charlie wants to do something with me, tonight," said Martha.
"And I'll go to my room and try to cool off!" I grinned.
Martha and I got ourselves together, gave each other a kiss, and headed to our respective rooms for the night. It took me a while to go to sleep. I kept touching myself, thinking about Martha's pussy and Charlie's cock and tomorrow. I thought about my lady friends from college and after. I thought about Martha trying so hard with her friend Pat. I wondered what Doug would think if he knew about all this!
I don't know how Martha and I kept our hands off one another the next day. Her eyes certainly suggested a sort of hungry interest. She kept busy around the house and ran some errands with Charlie. I read a book, or, tried to read a book.
Evening finally came, and we convinced Charlie we should go out for a celebratory drink ... the last evening of my visit. Plus, an occasion to let him know about his surprise.
We sat down at a quiet corner table in the pub. I slid into the corner. Martha sat kitty-corner from me, with our knees touching under the table. We piled our purses and coats next to Martha, so that when Charlie returned with our drinks, he had to sit next to me.
"Cheers!" said Martha, raising her glass.
We all clinked our glasses and sipped.
"It's lovely having you with us, Kelly. Of course, we miss Doug," said Charlie.
"Kelly and I have kept ourselves quite happily occupied without him!" grinned Martha.
"Oh? For my surprise? What have you been up to?" asked Charlie.
"This and that," I said.
I pushed my thigh up against Charlie's, and he didn't move away. Then I rested a hand on his thigh, rather high up.
"That's pretty vague," said Charlie, with a little laugh.
Charlie rested his hand on top of mine. Martha had her shoe off and was running her toes up and down my calf.
"Kelly and I have gotten to know one another so much better," said Martha.
"We've been quite forthright about things," I said.
I squeezed Charlie's thigh. He squeezed my hand, pulled it encouragingly into his lap. Charlie was feeling horny, too.
"I really haven't had such a close woman friend since Pat moved away," said Martha.
"Pat! Oh, I did like her," said Charlie.
"And she liked you, dear, and we tried," said Martha.
I moved my hand a little up Charlie's thigh, so that I could feel his cock ... not hard, but not flaccid, either, with my little finger, which I wiggled against his cock, which twitched in response. Still hidden by the table, in our dark corner of the pub. Charlie kept his hand on mine. I had my shoe off, now, and was playing footsie with Martha.
"Pat's been gone for a while. You must miss her," said Charlie.
"We talk about her, and what might have been, don't we, Charlie?" asked Martha.
"We do," he said, shifting both thigh and hand slightly to move another finger or two onto his hardening cock.
"Did you two do a lot with Pat?" I asked.
"Not as much as we might have liked," said Charlie, pushing his cock a bit against my fingers.
"I did miss her, a lot, but you know, we never got as close, as intimate, as I have with Kelly during this short visit!" said Martha.
"That's surprising!" said Charlie.
He twisted his body again so that my hand was resting fully on his cock, which was now quite hard. I gave it a squeeze. Charlie looked at me and smiled.
"I gather Pat couldn't, or wouldn't, go where I'm willing to go with Martha, and you," I said. Charlie kept smiling at me. I smiled back and licked my lips as I squeezed his erection.
"How's that?" asked Charlie, distracted by my cock squeezing.
"Where you have gone!" giggled Martha.
"Why are you two beating around the bush?" asked Charlie, squirming a little as I kept squeezing his cock.
"It's more eating than beating," I said.
Martha snorted with laughter.
"I don't understand," said Charlie, holding my hand against his erection, sitting as close against me as he could, pushing his upper arm into my breast. He was rather a contortionist.
"You don't mind a natural, wild, unkempt bush, do you, Charlie?" I asked.
"What?" asked Charlie.
"Just something to do with your surprise," I giggled.
Martha leaned in across the small table, putting a hand on my thigh now. She whispered:
"Charlie! Kelly and I have done it!"
"Done what?" asked Charlie.
"We've had sex," I said.
"Wait! What?" asked Charlie.
I began blatantly rubbing his cock through his trousers. Martha had her hand up and under my skirt, stroking the top of my thigh.
"With each other, Charlie. Your wife and I have become lesbian lovers, just like in your wanking fantasies," I whispered in his ear.
"You told Kelly?" gasped Charlie. "About our fantasies?"
"Because she wants to share them! With us!" hissed Martha. "Oh!"
"What's wrong?" asked Charlie, seeing Martha looking startled.
"Kelly isn't wearing any panties! I just found out," said Martha.
"I did warn you," I said.
"Found out ... how?" asked Charlie.
"I have my hand under her skirt," said Martha.
"And I have my hand on your husband's hard cock, well, through his trousers," I said.
"Oh, my God! Ladies - you did ... things, intimate things, together?" gasped Charlie, trying to keep quiet.
"Martha says it's OK with her if I suck on your hard cock, so you can come in my mouth, if that's OK with you, Charlie, so long as you get to watch us," I whispered, still rubbing his erection.
"Yes, you'll have to watch Kelly and me eat each other's pussies!" whispered Martha.
Charlie's eyes got very wide.
"That's the surprise! I'm an improvement on Pat, I think," I said.
"You know all about Pat?" asked Charlie.
"I'm not going to stop, like she did," I said.
"Maybe we should go home, and take care of the rest of this there," said Martha.
"OK, OK. Pay the bill, and I'll get the car," said Charlie, rising carefully. He had to subtly rearrange what was in his trousers.
"We haven't finished our drinks," I observed.
"I don't care," said Martha. "Come on."
We drove home quickly. Charlie wasn't talking. Martha and I were giggling a lot.
Back at the house, Martha took charge. She sent Charlie to their bedroom and took me into the little sewing room. Then she rushed off to say something to Charlie, then came back to me.
"He's really excited," said Martha. "Hell, so am I!"
"Me, too," I said. I held my arms out to her. Martha stepped into my embrace and we kissed.
Martha whispered in my ear, "This is so interesting! I never would have guessed I'd feel this way!"
"I'm so glad Doug had to go away," I giggled.
"I confess, I was a little rattled when you said Doug won't do oral," sighed Martha. "Sort of shattered some fantasies."
"But this is OK?" I asked.
"Better than OK," said Martha. "Better than I could have imagined. OK, girlfriend, strip."
I slipped off my sandals and slid off my skirt. Since I didn't have any panties on, I was now naked below the waist. I took off my blouse.
"Kelly, you're lovely, and so brave," whispered Martha.
"I feel all shivery," I said.
"You look so young and firm, compared with me," said Martha. "I'm a little nervous that I'm too old for you."
"I'm not that young and firm," I said. I reached behind me, unfastened my 42-DD bra, and shrugged it forward off my shoulders.
"Pretty saggy," I said, as my breasts bounced and settled just above my tummy.
"Oh, mine, too," said Martha, a little breathless. "What should we call them? Breasts? Boobs?"
"I think tits is sexier, naughtier," I grinned. "How about my tits?"
"I haven't ever used that word," said Martha. "Tits. It feels naughty and sexy. Your tits, Kelly. Your tits are lovely."
Martha stepped close and lifted my left tit with her right hand, then gently pinched the hard nipple with the fingers of her left hand.
"Oh, oh," I said, shivering, shuddering.
Placing one hand on each tit, Martha squeezed them both gently, kneading them.
"So soft," she said. "Mine are soft, too."
"Neither of us is a firm young thing any longer," I said, a bit breathless. "That's nice, I think. Being soft, together."
"I can't believe I'm holding your ... your tits, Kelly," said Martha.
But then she released them and sank to her knees on the floor. Martha leaned in against me, nuzzling my pussy hair with her nose, and inhaling deeply.
"And this? Your pussy?" asked Martha.
"Or my cunt, if we're being naughty," I sighed.
"Your lovely, hairy cunt," said Martha, breathing warm air there.
"Martha!" I gasped.
"I've dreamed, about your cunt," said Martha.
"Oh, my God!" I said. "Touch me there, please, Martha, touch me there!"
Martha lifted her right hand up between my thighs and her fingers found their way to the wetness of my pussy, rubbing gently.
"Oh, my God!" I sighed.
"I want to lick you," said Martha. "I think I can please you."
"I know you can," I sighed. "I want you to."
"OK, then. When we're with Charlie. Ready?" asked Martha
"Oh, yes," I said.
"Now, I'm going to go to our bedroom, and I'm going to undress, get naked. Give me five or ten minutes, then come and join us."
"Naked?" I asked. "Like this?"
"Yup!" said Martha. "All the better to do you!"
I laughed, and Martha left me in the sewing room. Alone with my thoughts for a few minutes. Wondering what Martha would look like fully naked. Wondering how Charlie's cock might feel in my mouth. I fingered my wet pussy, my cunt.
After a few moments, I took a deep breath and walked to the open door of Martha and Charlie's bedroom. Charlie was sitting on the edge of the bed. Martha was standing before him, having just finished undressing, with her back to me.
Charlie gasped as I walked in, to stand naked in the doorway.
"Kelly! Oh, my!" said Charlie.
Martha turned to face me. "Am I OK?" she asked, bashfully.
Martha's body was ripe and sturdy. She had broad shoulders, with only a little upper arm flab. Her breasts were large and sagging, hanging low onto the top of her tummy. Bigger than mine. Brown-pink nipples which puckered but didn't stick out like mine.
A bit of a tummy, but Martha wasn't fat. Her hips weren't as wide as I expected, not as wide as mine. Her bottom was full, but flat, not round. Her thighs and calves were ... shapely for a sturdy woman. And her pussy had a broad covering of light brown hair. Not thick, but expansive.
She walked into my arms, and we squashed out bodies against one another.
"Oh, ladies!" said Charlie. "You're both perfect!"
Martha looked back at him and said, "Get undressed, Charlie. It's no-fair, you being the only one clothed."
"Kelly will see me naked!" said Charlie.
"Yes, I will, Charlie," I said. "Don't be nervous. It's going to be OK. I want to see you naked."
Charlie stood and quickly undressed. He was a thin man, without body hair, and his penis was hard, but not too thick or long. Not as big as Doug's, but Doug wouldn't allow his in my mouth, and I expected that Charlie would.
While I was checking out Charlie, Martha had been rubbing her body against mine, running her hands over my bottom, much larger and rounder than hers, and teasing her fingers pretty deep in my crack.
"Do you like the look of my husband, Kelly?" said Martha.
"I do, Martha," I said.
"And what about me? Do I look and feel good to you?" asked Martha.
"Oh, yes, yes," I said.
"Are you thinking about my husband's cock? His lovely hard cock?" asked Martha.
"I am, but I'm also rather enjoying the way you're touching me," I sighed.
"Good, good," said Martha. "Charlie? Isn't Kelly lovely?"
"Oh, God, yes!" said Charlie.
"Her ass feels great, and her pussy hair is so thick!" said Martha.
"Where should I be?" asked Charlie. "This is wild, ladies!"
"Sit up at the top of the bed," said Martha, taking me by the hand and leading me to the bed. "Kelly, you lie here next to me."
Charlie sat with his back against the wall on one side of the bed. Martha took me in her arms, as we lay on the other side of the bed.
"I'm going to do you, first," said Martha, taking control. "We'll probably have to take care of Charlie, then, if he hasn't taken care of himself."
"Charlie?" I asked. "Did Martha ask you about what I'd like?"
"You mean, to take me in your mouth, Kelly?" asked Charlie, looking eager.
I nodded. "I want to suck your cock, Charlie, if you'll let me," I said, well, gasped, because Martha had begun sucking on my erect nipples, first one, then the other.
"Martha!" gasped Charlie. "She's ... you're ... Kelly's nipples!"
"Oh, my God!" I gasped.
Martha stopped, and said. "Get on your hands and knees, Kelly."
"OK," I gasped. "What for?" I got up on all fours.
"I'm going to do you from behind, so you can watch Charlie," said Martha. She slid off the bed and kneeled on the floor. "Move back so your knees are at the edge of the bed, Kelly."
"OK, I guess you really have thought about this," I said, feeling I had lost any control over this situation.
"I have," said Martha.
As soon as I had settled myself at the edge of the bed, Martha's mouth was on me. I had to maneuver a little to give her best access, with her forehead against my bottom.
I was staring at Charlie and panting as Martha licked my pussy.
"Oh, my God!" sighed Charlie. His cock was hard, and he was stroking it up and down.
Feeling my breasts bouncing around, I asked, "Can you see my titties swing, Charlie?"
"Oh, yes, Kelly!" said Charlie.
"Your wife is licking me, Charlie!" I sighed.
"Martha's eating your pussy! My wife is eating your pussy!" sighed Charlie, stroking his cock.
"It feels sooooo good, Charlie! Martha's tongue in my pussy, my cunt!" I groaned. "And your cock looks so nice and hard!"
Martha claimed to be new to all this, but she must have been doing some studying! She was working her mouth and tongue on my pussy without hesitation and had one hand in the crack of my bottom.
The sensation was outrageous: warm, tingling, flooding me with vibration. So much more, so much better than occasional intercourse, or fingering! This is what I wanted, what I needed, and I'd never expected it would be an older woman doing it to me! I just wished I could watch Martha, at work on me from behind.
Another rush of heat signaled that climax was coming sooner than usual for me. I could see Charlie, eyes, wide, pumping his cock faster and faster. It was time for me to move, if I could.
"I'm going in, Martha, stick with me!" I groaned.
"Mmmmm!" said Martha.
I crawled closer to Charlie, and Martha came behind me, up onto the bed, eagerly working her tongue between my legs, up my ass, tickling my anus with a fingertip.
"I'm taking your husband's cock now, Martha!" I sighed.
"Mmmmm!" said Martha.
"You're mine, now, Charlie," I gasped, licking my lips, drooling, I swear, inches from his cock.
Charlie stopped working his cock with his hand and just looked at me. I grasped his cock and took it all into my mouth. I was on my hands and knees, sucking Charlie's hard cock, while his wife, Martha, was at my backside, licking my pussy and getting ready to penetrate my anus with her finger.
"Oh, Kelly!" moaned Charlie. "Oh, Martha!" This was effective in getting me to suck more aggressively, and in getting Martha to stick her finger up my bottom while licking my pussy more fiercely.
"I'm going to cum!" groaned Charlie. "In your mouth, Kelly!"
At this, Martha pushed her index finger at least two knuckles deep in my anus, still sucking on my clitoris. I nearly bit Charlie's cock as I came, and my scream, with his cock filling my mouth, caused him to explode, so I had a mouth full of his cum ... I was swallowing desperately while my pussy was spasming in a massive climax. I felt like I might go blind, my head was spinning.
I fell forward into Charlie's lap, to escape Martha's relentless tongue and finger. I let his softening cock fall from my mouth as Charlie stroked my hair.
I rolled onto my back, next to Charlie sitting up, leaning on the headboard. Martha was on her knees, on the bed, looking at us, grinning.
"Did that feel good, Kelly?" asked Martha.
"Oh, yeah, oh, yeah," I sighed.
"I never did that before, so I wasn't sure what to do," said Martha.
"You were wonderful," I said.
"I liked it, too," said Martha. "I didn't know if I would, but it was fun!"
"Pat was a fool," I sighed.
"I'm glad I had to wait for you, Kelly!" said Martha.
"Oh, Martha!" said Charlie.
"Was that exciting, Charlie?" asked Martha. "Watching me do Kelly?"
"Unbelievable," said Charlie.
"And you came in Kelly's mouth?" asked Martha. "I couldn't really see."
"Because my big backside was obscuring your vision!" I laughed.
"I did, I did," said Charlie. "Thank you, Kelly."
"My pleasure, really," I said. "It's crazy that I love to suck cock, but I do."
"Well, I'm available any time Martha will make me available!" grinned Charlie.
"Anytime!" said Martha. "So long as I'm there, too."
"Of course," I said. "And now, Martha, it's your turn."
"You're going to do me, Kelly?" asked Martha, smiling.
"I am," I said. "Lie on your back, next to Charlie, with your head up by his hip, please."
I crawled down the bed to crouch between Martha's legs. She'd spread her legs, and her lightly haired pussy was very wet. I could smell her sex.
Martha smiled at me, and kissed Charlie's limp cock, as he stroked her hair.
"Lucky Kelly," said Martha. "Taking my Charlie in her mouth."
"Lucky Kelly," I said. "Getting my mouth on Martha." And I leaned in and began to lick and suck.
"Kelly, you are so beautiful!" sighed Charlie.
"Hey, buster, don't forget the lady kissing your cock!" sighed Martha.
Martha took her time climaxing this time. I began gently, then gradually worked faster, and slipped a finger into her cunt. Martha moaned, and sucked on Charlie's cock, as he ran his fingers through her hair, and watched me eat his wife.
Then Martha stopped sucking Charlie's cock and began to talk.
"Oh, Kelly! That's it, baby! Lick it! Faster, faster!" groaned Martha.
She began to writhe, and she moaned.
"Eat me, lover, make me cum! Oh, I want this, I love this! Oh, Kelly! Lick! Lick!" groaned Martha.
"Kelly's licking your cunt, Martha!" gasped Charlie.
"And she likes it, she likes it, she likes it, she likes it!" grunted Martha.
Finally, Martha began to spasm and give little cries, "Oh, oh, oh, oh!"
Having climaxed, Martha sat up, kissed me, then settled down, and I moved to lie on the other side of Charlie, giving his cock a kiss as Martha smiled at me.
"Nice cock, Charlie," I said.
"You're lucky I love you, Kelly," said Martha.
"Oh, ladies!" sighed Charlie. "I wish we were going to do this again!"
"We are," sighed Martha.
"We are?" I asked, hopefully.
"We're coming to visit you at the beginning of next month," said Martha.
"OK," I said. "But what about Doug?"
"He won't be home the first weekend," smiled Martha. "I heard him on the phone."
"That's only a few weeks," mused Charlie.
"I can hardly wait!" I said. "Get up, get up, you two!"Charlie and Martha stood with me, all three still naked and smelling of our time together.
I hugged Charlie first, and held him tight. His hard cock twitched a little against me.
"Getting hard again so soon?" I asked.
I grasped Charlie's cock, feeling his erection in my hand.
"Really hard, Charlie!" I said.
"It started when you were licking me, and I was sucking him! He never gets hard again so quickly!" said Martha.
"I guess Kelly is a turn-on," said Charlie.
"And your wife sucking you!" protested Martha.
"Both of you! Both of you are a turn-on!" said Charlie.
"Maybe we can even try some other things, when we get together next time," said Martha.
"Maybe we can," said Charlie. "We wouldn't want to get in a rut."
"I think we already had a bit of a rut," I laughed, releasing Charlie's cock from my grip.
I reached across Charlie to Martha and squeezed her nearest breast. She reached over and slapped my big bottom.
"Nice ass, Kelly!" growled Martha.
"Nice everything, Martha!" I laughed.
"I wondered for so long what being with a woman would be like," said Martha. "I like it, with you, Kelly. I really like it."
"Me, too, with you, Martha," I said.
"We're going to have to figure out how to get together more often," said Martha.
"I agree," I said, leaning over to kiss Martha's nipples, first one then the other.
"You two ladies look pretty good together," observed Charlie.
"Especially naked," said Martha.
Now Martha grasped Charlie's hard cock.
"Especially using our mouths!" I laughed.
"Uh, since I'm hard, I wonder whether I can borrow my wife for something," said Charlie.
"Something like what?" asked Martha.
"Maybe he wants to fuck," I said.
"What!" Martha looked surprised.
"Something like that," grinned Charlie.
"Oh, my!" smiled Martha. "Charlie! That's a nice development!"
"I'm jealous!" I laughed.
"You want to fuck my husband, now?" sighed Martha.
"Maybe," I grinned.
"Maybe in a few weeks," laughed Martha.
"Really?" asked Charlie.
"We'll see," said Martha.
"You might watch me and Kelly ... do that?" asked Charlie.
"That sounds interesting," I said.
"It does, doesn't it?" said Martha.
"So, we'll do that?" asked Charlie.
"Remember who you're married to, buster!" growled Martha. "Kelly, please excuse us."
"Have fun, you two!" I grinned and took myself off to my own bed.
The next day, Doug arrived back and was greeted by a hearty handshake and big smile from Charlie, a quick hug from Martha, and a slightly more lingering hug from me. Doug was in a good mood; He and his pals had enjoyed a great weekend. He talked about their adventures for the entire drive home.
Doug's good mood extended to the bedroom once we were home. We enjoyed our usual perfunctory fuck, missionary position.
"Are you thinking about Martha?" I panted as he pumped into me. I was thinking about Martha, and Charlie.
"Shh!" said Doug.
"She's very sexy," I said. "I saw her wearing just a bra. Her breasts are big!"
"Oh, yeah?" said Doug. "Martha's breasts?"
"Oh, yeah!" I sighed. "Without a bra, just imagine!"
"Shh!" said Doug. "I'm concentrating!"
Really, it was fine. Good but not great. And I love Doug. He's a great husband except for this one thing. Although, true confessions, I imagined it was Charlie fucking me, just for a moment, well, maybe more than just a moment. I hoped he and Martha had a good time, and I wondered if Charlie would fuck me. It seemed possible, even likely. Maybe I should be on top. Maybe he would lick me, too. Hmm.
As we lay back in post-coital languor, Doug said, "I hope you weren't bored while I was gone."
"Not at all, honey," I smiled.
"Charlie and Martha are getting on a bit," said Doug. "I wouldn't expect them to be particularly lively with a weekend house-guest."
"It was fun," I said. "We enjoyed one another very much. Got to know one another so much better. Martha and I are like kissing cousins, now. And I developed a taste for Charlie, which was lovely."
"That's good to hear," said Doug. "So, we both had fun weekends?"
"We did," I said. "Hey, Martha and Charlie are going on a little trip the beginning of next month and asked if they could stay with us that first weekend. I said OK."
"The first weekend of next month?" asked Doug.
"Yup," I replied.
"Did you forget that I have to be gone for work that weekend?" asked Doug. "I can't get out of that."
"Oh, shoot," I said. "I thought I checked the calendar. I guess I missed that."
"Well, it's fine with me if they stay at our place," said Doug. "But you'll have to take care of them on your own."
"I'm OK with that," I said. "I can take care of Martha and Charlie, no problem."
"What'll you three do together, without me?" asked Doug.
"I guess we'll just pick up where we left off this weekend. Get back into one another," I smiled.
"Well, I'm happy you enjoy my family. I always liked Martha. You know that. I'm happy you enjoy her, too," said Doug.
"I do," I said. "And Charlie. We all three enjoy each other."
"Well, that's just great," said Doug.
He got out of bed and put his gym shorts on. He went to the door and turned off the light, then returned to climb under the covers.
"Good night, Doug," I said. "I love you."
"Good night, Kelly," said Doug. "Sweet dreams."
"Oh, yeah," I said, as I closed my eyes.