Paulette Smalls - Come and get it!

"Oh – that's it! I'm coming now, Jill… I'm coming… oohhh!" Sharon was moaning loudly, completely unaware of the cock trespassing between their breasts. "I'm coming… nowwww!"

"Oh, oh, oh, oh… me too! I'm going to come… too!" Doug was panting, nearly delirious with pleasure, his cock surrounded by tits. He was lost between their breasts, fucking his cock in and out, bumping occasionally against a hard hot nipple. "Now… now!"

Doug's third orgasm erupted, spurting between the two women. Hot and thick, spraying out as if under pressure, his sperm coated their tits. When Sharon finally realized what was happening she instantly thought about her husband, and her special promise to him. She raised her body and tried to push Doug's cock away.

But Doug was already coming, and there was no way of stopping the flow fountaining from his prick. Sharon opened her mouth in protest, and was flabbergasted when a spray of semen shot into her mouth. It plopped onto her tongue, and slid hotly down her throat.

"Oh, God, no… oh!" Sharon came again. "You're not supposed to…" Sharon came again. "Oh, God – yes!"

As Sharon came again, she closed her mouth tightly around Doug's coming cock, swallowing it fully, drinking down all that was left of his orgasm. Sucking hard, licking her tongue up and down the underside of his prick, she tried to encourage more sperm up from his balls.

So much for part-time lesbianism, Doug thought, the last of his come emptying into her mouth.

Well, so much for part-time lesbianism, Sharon thought, swallowing greedily. Sorry, husband dear.

She sucked Doug harder, fingering his balls, coming more and more. At the same time, she continued to squirt her own juices into Jill's hairless cunt.

All in all, Doug thought, not a bad way of ending a vacation. Not a bad way at all.

"Hi."

"Oh – hi, hello." Val stopped dead in her tracks when she saw Doug, one hand on the doorknob, the other hand still on the key which was inserted into the lock. The door stood half open. "How are things?"

Doug smiled, shrugging. "Okay, I guess."

There was an awkwardness that had grown between them, and Val wondered whether it would still be there later. She wondered if it would ever really be again the way it used to be. Maybe it would, but…

"Have you been home long?" she asked.

"All morning. Your flight just get in?"

"Un-huh. I just got out of a cab a few seconds ago. My luggage is outside, on the lawn." She looked at Doug as if she were seeing him for the first time. "The cab cost eleven dollars from Kennedy to here."

"Wow, how come so much?"

"Traffic."

Doug nodded. "Let me give you a hand."

"Thanks. I've only got the three suitcases. And a shopping bag full of souvenirs."

"Souvenirs?"

Val shrugged, embarrassed. "You know me."

Doug smiled. "Come on. I'll help you carry the stuff in."

Together they walked back outside. On the front lawn, next to the walk, Val's three suitcases were neatly arranged, and they'd been left by the departed cab driver. There were two shopping bags of souvenirs.

"Two?" Doug asked.

"You know me."

,Somehow Doug managed to carry all three suitcases in, while Val carried the two shopping bags, and opened the door. They carried it all into the living room.

"Would you like a drink?" Doug asked.

"Are you having one?"

Doug pointed. "I was already having one when I heard you coming in. My second today."

"Okay, sure. Thanks."

"The usual?" Doug moved toward the bar.

"No, uh, I think I'll have a Vodka-n-Seven. With a twist of lemon."

Doug stopped and looked at her. "That's new, isn't it? I don't remember you ever liking that before."

"I guess I've acquired a taste for it. If it isn't too much trouble, I mean."

"No, that's okay. No trouble." He moved toward the bar, grateful to have something to do. "You look – good."

"Thank you. So do you."

"You look – I don't know? Different."

That intrigued Val. "In what way?"

"I don't know. You look very good, tanned and all."

"I went to the beach everyday." For a moment her voice was animated. "Not like when we – oh. How else do I seem different?"

Doug carried the drink and handed it to Val.

"I don't know," he answered, sitting at the far end of the sofa across from her. He took a deep sip from his glass of Scotch. "Just different somehow."

"I feel different."

"So do I."

"I think I know what you mean."

A silence settled upon their conversation, and for the next few minutes they sat together on the sofa, sipping their drinks, trying to think of something to say. Taking quick, furtive peeks at each other, looking for some kind of clue or indication of change, they avoided making eye contact. They only looked at each other in secret, when the other was staring off into space, or gazing down into his drink, or making a production of drinking it. The room was filled with the sounds of sipped liquid.

"Say, would you, uh…" Doug shook his head.

"What?"

He shook his head again. "Nothing."

"What were you going to say?"

"It was nothing. I was just…" Doug's face turned bright scarlet, and he shrugged his shoulders. He took a deep sip from his drink, the ice cubes clinking loudly together. "Forget it. It was dumb."

"Please."

"Oh… all right." Doug drained his glass. "But it's dumb."

"What were you going to say?"

"I was just wondering if, maybe, you'd feel like…" – he rattled the ice cubes back and forth in his glass – "… having a truce?"

"A truce?"

"You know – I mean, not just for everything. Just a small truce. A truce for just today." He shook his head with self-contempt. "I told you this was stupid."

"It's not."

Doug looked up, surprised. "It's not?"

Val shrugged. "It seems – reasonable. Just till me a little more about what you mean."

"Well, I was thinking that maybe we could have a truce just for – you know. Sex."

The word thrilled Val. "Oh!"

Doug's face was contorted in pain. "I mean, it's been two weeks, Val. Maybe we should just do this truce for purely physical reasons – you know, for fucking. As a way of getting each other off just for physical considerations. Sex for the sake of sex. It doesn't have to have anything to do with our – differences."

"I see." Val thought about it for a moment more. "Neither one of us would be conceding anything, then. Is that what you mean?"

"Right… right. Yes. I'm not saying I'm wrong, and you're not saying you're wrong. And if we go to bed, it doesn't mean that everything is somehow better between us. We'd be doing it strictly for physical reasons – for the physical pleasure it would give the both of us. Because we were horny, that's all."

"As if we were two strangers who found themselves sexually attracted to each other," Val added.

"Exactly."

Staring at her drink, watching the way the piece of lemon floated among the ice cubes, Val thought for a long while. She took a small sip, not really enjoying the drink, the ice cube tapping against her teeth.

"All right. I supposed it would be okay."

Doug looked surprised. "You mean it?"

"Sure. Why not?" Wasn't she just as curious as he to find out how their separation had changed them, she wanted to say. Wasn't she just as interested in finding out what her husband had learned from all the other women he'd been with? She said: "I'd be willing to try."

I wonder how many men she fucked with, Doug thought. Did they have big cocks? Bigger than his? Did she suck them off, take their sperm in her mouth? He wondered if any had fucked her up the ass? He hoped not; and yet, deep down inside, in a very private corner of his personality, he hoped someone had. He found the thought incredibly erotic. Just thinking about it gave him a hard-on.