Ron Taylor: Back Door Wives

He pointed to his cock. "What shall we do about this?" he asked, in the kind of soothing, coaxing voice that normally had Tricia's crotch dripping with lust. But now he sounded as oily as the jelly she'd rubbed onto his prick during the dream that had not been a dream at all.

"Why don't you stick it up 'your' ass?" she suggested. "You seem to be pretty interested in that. Maybe you should find out how it feels for yourself?"

He didn't say anything, just stared at her. Then he glanced at the clock. It was seven a.m. "Oh, fuck," he growled. "I have to be at the airport in ninety minutes. Tricia – will you for Chrissake do something for me???"

She didn't even turn her head. She wasn't sure she'd ever forgive him for what he'd just tried to do to her. And under the circumstances, a blowjob really was out of the question.

"Okay, damn it," he growled. "But you remember – when I get back from LA, we're gonna return to this topic. Bet your 'ass' on it."

"And so you needed someone to talk to, and you picked dear old Auntie Kate, huh? Oh, get real, Tricia! That cute husband of yours wants to pork your hot little ass and you're afraid it's gonna hurt? Baby, this is 1987, not the Middle Ages. It won't hurt – not really – and it won't make hair grow on your tits or anything like that, either. Like, I don't have any hair on my tits, you better believe it!"

Tricia blushed furiously. "It just seems so dirty. Maybe my toilet training as a child was too thorough. But the idea of letting him – yuccch!" She hugged herself, shivering.

Kate shook her head. "It's no big deal, Trish."

It was odd in a way that she and Tricia were friends. They'd known each other, slightly, for years – ever since junior high. But Kate had always been the pretty one, popular and sexy, and they'd hardly spoken outside of class, back then.

She was the last person in the world Tricia had ever expected to become friendly with in later years. But Kate had come back to town last summer, with her new husband Roger, and she and Tricia had met by chance and found themselves drawn to each other. Today, when she had really needed someone to talk to, Kate was the obvious first choice.

But she'd counted on a little more sympathy and understanding. "It really is a big deal," Tricia insisted. "If you've never dreamed of doing anything like that, I mean – and to have it sprung on you out of the blue – " "Out of the blue and into the brown, huh?" Kate giggled. "Look, hon, I know you got a late start – you were a real dog when we were all brash young virgins – but I can't believe, in this day and age, that you've never even 'tried' cornholing. That's another name for it, you know – or maybe you don't know."

Tricia felt very awkward and wished that she had kept it all to herself. And she felt terrible about the unspoken bad vibes that had passed between her and Ken before his departure for the airport. She wouldn't see him for almost a week, and it was too long to let the tension drag out.

But hadn't he insisted that they would return to that disgusting topic as soon as he got back from California? And she was sure he meant it. He rarely said things he didn't mean.

"Actually," Kate said, lighting a cigarette, "I suppose it may be partly my fault – mine and Roger's, I mean. Roger and Ken have been playing a lot of racquetball lately, and you know how men are in the locker room. Almost as bad as girls! I wouldn't be surprised to find out that my husband is the one who planted the seed in your Ken's mind in the first place. The only thing Rog likes more than talking about sex is doing it, thank God."

She took a few puffs, then stubbed out the Virginia Slim. "So what are we going to do about your problem, then, Tricia? I suppose you could use some expert advice." Kate smiled beatifically. "And since I'm both an expert 'and' your friend, who am I to refuse?"

Tricia felt awkward as hell. She hadn't been in the presence of another naked woman since high school gym class, and she wasn't at all sure why Kate had insisted on getting undressed while Tricia watched. But she had to admit that Kate's body was fantastic, even better than it had been in high school.

She wished that she were a little taller, though no one had ever complained about her five-five frame. Kate topped her by a few inches, willowy, and perhaps a bit smaller in the tits than Tricia, though they looked just fine perched high and pert-nippled on Kate's chest.

Kate was tanned all over, with just a strip of white flesh at the crotch – all that a string bikini bottom would cover, and not an inch more – a souvenir of the midwinter vacation she and Roger had taken in the Caribbean. Tricia imagined her friend stretched out almost nude on the white sand of a tropical beach, under a glorious blazing sun, and she gave a little sigh.

Kate stood by the bed, proud of her naked perfection, showing it in the gleam of her green eyes. She tossed back her sun-streaked hair and smiled at Tricia.

"Not bad for twenty-five, mmm?" she asked, running her palms over the stiffened brown tips of her boobs, sliding them down her perfectly flat tummy, onto her prominent hipbones.

Tricia couldn't help noticing that Kate had shaved most of the hair from her pussy, leaving herself with just a narrow stubby hedge of fur up and down the crack of her slice. The lips were plainly visible, turned slightly outward like a pouting mouth amid the pussywhiskers.

Kate turned, offering a profile that emphasized the pointy thrust of her tits and the high rounded curve of her saucy ass, and she patted herself on the buttock. "Right here, baby," she smirked, "this is where it's at."

Tricia felt very ill at ease. She tried not to look at Kate, but she couldn't keep from doing it. Kate had been a knockout back in high school, and she was even more so today, seven years later. The bitch probably didn't even have to count calories. Who said life was fair?

"Listen," Kate said, turning back toward Tricia, "I don't think it's entirely fair that I'm the only one on display. Why don't you strip down, too? Oh, come on, Trish, humor me! A sex therapist would have you starkers by now, and I'm not even charging $100 an hour for what I'm gonna teach you! Anyway, I'd like to see how much is left of that pudgy little dumpling I remember from high school."

She planted her hands on her hipbones and gave Tricia a mock- intense glowering look. "I'm going to the john, and when I come back, I want your alabaster body out here where I can see it. Got me, lady?"

Tricia was feeling really weirded out now, but at least Kate wasn't there to watch and appraise while she undressed. She hurried out of her blouse and cords, then removed her underwear. She felt extremely naked, especially when she caught a glimpse of herself in one of the wall mirrors.

God, there were a lot of mirrors in Kate's bedroom! And the big bed was fully visible from all of them. She blushed as she realized that her friend must enjoy watching herself in action. But Kate had never made any bones about the fact that she dug sex.

Trish turned to one of the mirrors and studied herself, knowing that she looked pretty damn good too.

She wasn't quite as tall or as modelly thin as Kate, but she had bigger tits – full without being saggy, capped in pinnacle-like pink nipples, and her late winter skin was pale but not pallid.

The blonde hair was almost natural – the darker patch between her legs gave it away – but Ken didn't mind, and Tricia was pretty pleased with the results. She still found it hard to believe that she'd once weighed 150 pounds and had a face like a pizza.

Kate re-entered the room. Tricia stood by the bed, totally naked, feeling very awkward and foolish. She thought of covering herself with her hands, but it was already too late for that. Instead, she took a deep breath and stood up straight, waiting for Kate's evaluation.