Janet McCoy: The wife next door

"Jeez, Bob, you sure are a friend! Uuuhh, Christ, it was far out of you to share something like this with your old buddy!" Dave was smug with his own good luck. The woman was enjoying the perverse party he had planned for her. She was fulfilling his favorite fantasy. He could feel his friend's cock moving back and forth on the other side of her rectal membrane. The effect was titillating. It was a remarkable kind of intimacy, to share a woman with another man like this.

"Uuuuhh, what a tight little asshole you have, woman!"

Emma could not believe the intensity of the feelings ricocheting through her pinioned body at the moment. Never in her life had she imagined being fucked by two men at once. To be liking it, crying for more of it, seemed more incredible yet. But there was no doubt about it. She was enjoying the most erotic high of her entire life.

Time seemed to stand still as the three orgiasts concentrated on their perverted sexual coupling. All three were experiencing a pleasure they would not have known how to give name to. All three had lost track of time and place. They were panting, rutting animals – hot for the climax.

"Ohhhhhh… fuck meeee! Ooooohhhhh! I'm cumming! I'm cummmmm-ing-g-g!"

Both men felt a powerful surge in their gonads at the thought of what they were doing to Emma. She became limp as a rag doll. Her moans ceased. She had fainted.

"Oh shit, here I cum! I'm filling your asshole, baby!"

"Yiieeee! I'm doing it too!"

They lay for a long time together. Gradually the woman recovered from her climactic stupor. "Wow! I've never experienced anything like that in my whole life!" She looked from one man to the other, her eyes wide, looking for an explanation. Then she began to laugh.

The men laughed too.

"Baby," Dave told her, "you have just taken part in the chefs special of lovemaking! There aren't many women who'll go that far. You are something special."

"You sure are! Unbelievable!" Bob's eyes shone with admiration.

Emma was feeling higher than a kite-high on sex. On excitement. On the lurid daring of their threesome. She felt like she could do anything she wanted at this moment. "You boys just keep on telling me those good things. I love hearing them. They're all true of course, and I know it! But I like to hear it!"

Dave started to tickle her ribs. "You're a saucy little whore, aren't you?"

Emma was giggling uncontrollably. "Yes, I am," she told him. "You bet I am!"

"Want to cry 'uncle'?"

"Not unless you promise to fuck me some more!"

"Anything for a lady."

Emma spent the night with the two friends. She was a little sore when she got home the next morning. But she felt great.

Her night at the Excelsior had been just what the doctor ordered. She didn't even need a drink.

Harry discovered something new about himself on his weekend away from home.

He discovered that Helen had been right. Women did find him attractive, once he started to relax with them.

He did a very uncharacteristic thing on Saturday night. Instead of pouring over his notes from the day's meetings, he went down to the social function being held as part of the convention. There were single, attractive women present, who had been thoughtfully provided by the convention committee. Harry wondered from group to group for a while, sipping scotch as he listened to the conversations going on all around him. Gradually he became aware of a well-built blonde who had been eyeing him ever since he entered the room. He returned her smile, and was surprised to see her walking toward him.

"Hi!" she greeted him. "My name's Giselle. I'm not usually this forward, but I decided you were the best-looking man in the room, and I wanted to meet you."

Harry was taken aback. He had never gotten this kind of reaction from a woman before – except for the night with Helen. He blushed with pleasure. "Well… from a lovely woman like you, that certainly is a compliment. I'm glad to meet you. My name's Harry."

"Are you one of these scientists, Harry?"

"Yes, I am." He half expected her to look disappointed. Instead she seemed pleased.

"Oh, that's wonderful. I'm a computer programmer for the physics department at my college. I love to meet other people interested in my field."

She could have knocked Harry over with a feather after that one. He had never met a woman with a scientific mind and a terrific body, too. What a package!

Harry thought he had never spent a more pleasant evening in his life when, a couple of hours later, Giselle suggested they get away from the hotel for a while.

"A lot of scientists really are pretty stuffy." She smiled ruefully. "I could use some fresh air."

When he got outside, Harry took a big lungful of air. He was happy. It was a delight to talk to a woman who really understood what he was talking about. Especially one with such big blue eyes and such beautiful tits. He had had several drinks at the hotel. He felt like a schoolboy again – or like he should have felt as a schoolboy, and never did.

They stopped at a little all-night coffee shop for a cup of coffee. Conversation between them flowed effortlessly. Already they felt as though they had known each other for years. Except for one thing – the uninvestigated sexual attraction between them added an urgent dimension to their new relationship.

When Harry suggested they go back to the hotel, neither one of them doubted they would spend the night together. It was as inevitable as night after day.

They went to Harry's room.

As soon as they were safely inside, they fell into each other's arms and kissed long and deep. Their hands slowly explored the curves of one another's body.

"Oh Harry… you feel good!"

"So do you, Giselle. I want you so much!"

They began fumbling with their clothing. When they were naked, they stared at each other a moment, each assessing the other's body. Hers, full and firm and sensual. His hard and taut.

Her lush tits drew him to her. He bent his head and closed his lips over first one nipple and then the other. His hands squeezed the resilient flesh hungrily.

"Oooooohhh… Harry-y-y… your mouth feels good on me, Harry!" She was still moaning softly when he lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bed. He lay her down on her back and stood above her. His cock was hard and throbbing, eager.

Her eyes told him more than words. "Fuck me, Harry," she said. "I can't wait!"

He straddled her and guided his stiff prick toward her craving cunt-hole. He shoved it slowly, deep up inside. She moaned ecstatically as it penetrated farther and farther into her. Harry groaned, too. He thought he had never been inside such a warm, welcoming cunt in his life.

With a twinge of guilt, he realized this was what he had been missing with Emma all along. The meeting of minds and bodies. He had had a first glimmer of insight into his real needs the night with Helen. But Helen had just been a body. Giselle was body and mind.

Right now, her body was uppermost in his thoughts. He rested his weight on his left arm, which he placed near her head. He moved his cock slowly, sensually, in and out of her clasping pussy while he looked deep into her eyes.

"It feels good fucking you, Giselle. Really good. I don't ever remember it feeling this good."

"It's good for me, too, Harry. I'm all fluttery inside. So incredibly excited, and we haven't even done much yet. Wow… it's incredible!"

Harry was almost frightened by the intensity of feelings and emotions they were both experiencing. He knew instantly that this was the real meaning of infidelity in marriage. It wasn't fucking around. It was fucking when it involved this special kind of hearts-aflutter intimacy.

He moved his prick more quickly in and out of her tight little cunt. His hands caressed her belly, her breasts, her face. It seemed the real urgency for both of them was just to get cock inside cunt. Once the bond had been sealed, they were content to just drift with the beautiful feelings. They had found a good place to be.