duncan69

David's Version It is more years than I care to admit since Laura and I arrived on the west coast with our two year old son, ten year old Chevy, two framed certificates of graduation from a respectable mid-west university and three hundred eighty dollars cash. We were not greeted with any offers of instant wealth but I did acquire an entry level position at a major engineering firm and Laura was offered part-time employment at an arts and crafts shop in the local mall where she had stopped to buy yarn to knit me another sweater. The owner of the shop had admired the self-knit sweater Laura was wearing and offered to display for sale any similar articles she might produce. Before long, Laura was filling in as part time salesperson for the busy Friday evening rush and with the added income from brisk sales of her sweaters, we were able to move up from ‘garage-apartment’ to ‘duplex-not-far-from-the-beach’. Mimi Forsythe, the owner of the shop, is a petite Italian doll similar in size and temperament to my Laura, with a bosom to die for - two tanned globes that seem forever straining to escape from Mimi’s yellow blouse. The two ladies rapidly formed a close friendship and it became routine for me and Mimi’s husband, Roger, to help with closing shop Friday evening and then escort our lovely wives to dinner. Roger is a handsome ex-marine and manager of the area Ford agency. He got us a sweet deal on a trade-in station wagon and Laura knitted him a green sweater as thanks. Friday evening dinner would usually be followed with a stop at the Forsythe’s house to polish off a liter of wine or a six-pack and share a group hug before continuing on to our own warm bed to top off the day with a generous serving of sweet intimacy. It is not surprising that the ritual group hug tinged with anticipation of sexual satisfaction created an unstable situation we all recognized but cheerfully ignored. “Darling,” my steaming wife began after one energetic work-out in our queen size, “I don’t know whether to be annoyed with Mimi for her sluttish behavior tonight or to thank her for getting you so fired up. That was magnificent.” She paused to kiss my sweaty shoulder. “But don’t think I didn’t notice you had a hand inside her blouse earlier in the evening. Was that me or Mimi your were screwing with your eyes closed just now?” I kept my mouth shut. “Of course,” Laura continued, “I’d be a hypocrite to deny I’m rather proud of the erection I managed to raise on Roger during the goodnight hug, without even using my hands.” “Darling, I’ve seen you raise erections you didn’t even know about” I replied. That earned me a kiss and a pat to the depleted penis. “Are you calling me a cock-tease?” “What else?” I laughed. “A girl who uses her sexual powers to get a man painfully excited but isn’t willing to fuck him is a cock-tease. You and Mimi are both cock-teases. Mind you, I have no complaint with that.” “Mimi and I know what we’re doing.” Laura countered indignantly. “Both you and Roger get a rise out of the smooching and Mimi tells me that since we started the Friday night necking Roger has been giving her the same improved performances you’ve been giving me.” “Would you like to have an affair with Roger?” I asked quietly. Laura sat up in bed and was quiet for a long minute. “A good question, of the type which should never be asked. It’s an invasion of my very personal fantasy space. Even you should not go there, you might not like the answer. The conventional answer would be an automatic ‘of course not’ but to be honest, I find the fantasy of intimacies with Roger to be rather arousing- not the same draw that gets me into bed with you every night but a pleasant tingle conjured up by the daydream of waking up to find Roger’s arms around me. I have always been aware of a suppressed intangible yearning to just ditch all conventional rules and responsibilities and surrender myself to the urges of my libido. The object of the fantasy is usually a faceless person of undefined sex but Roger could well fill the role.” She paused for a moment and contemplated my limp penis “Yes, I believe I could enjoy intimacy with Roger. Of course I’d have to have Mimi’s permission: She’s a good friend. - There, you asked the question. Don’t blame me for an honest answer.” She turned her back to me and pretended to go to sleep. I kissed her bare shoulder and did fall asleep. A few days later, Roger called me at work to invite me to join him for lunch at Diamond Jim’s where, over martinis, he expressed concern about the close relationship developing between our two wives. “When they’re not at the shop together, they’re spending a lot of time on the phone.” I laughed at his implication that our very feminine spouses might be turning bi and gave him a rundown of my recent conversation with Laura. I also suggested that any conspiracy between the girls would probably involve us more than themselves. Roger accepted my explanation with a grin and a chuckle so I went on to explain that since I got my vasectomy, Laura was not on any form of birth control. “So I suggest you keep a condom in your wallet in case I’m right about that.” I concluded and Roger’s grin grew even wider. “Mimi will go wild when I tell her that you’re a declawed bareback. She’s been after me to get clipped; says the pill upsets her stomach, thermometer and calendar are unreliable, and mechanical birth control devices take the spontaneity and romance out of sex.” “True.” I conceded. “Those are the arguments Laura used to get me shooting blanks.” Roger just nodded. “Well, Mimi has hinted that she’d jump into your sack if she could get Laura’s blessing.” We both grinned. I told Laura about my conversation with Roger and she actually giggled. “You’re so bad, but you can tell Roger to forget the condom. I still have my diaphragm from the days you weren’t shooting blanks. All I need is a fresh tube of gel. But if I change into a raging nymphomaniac, it’s all your fault." Laura's Version Further to David’s version (Mimi part 1), here is Laura's version: Except for a wild weekend with the two close friends who were best man and matron of honor at our wedding, David and I had been quite content to live a monogamous life for almost four years. I didn’t miss the freewheeling sex of the college years. I didn’t regret it either. David is the best: always tender and loving and above all, ever sensitive to my mood of the moment. Besides which, he is always ready and available. Then we met Mimi and Roger. In the slack moments at the shop, Mimi and I would chat it up and, as with most young healthy women, our conversation would include elements of our sex lives. Mimi is about twelve years my senior and at first she assumed a somewhat maternal attitude toward me; then as our daily chats began to reveal to her more of my personality and not-quite-virginal past, she began to mellow out and share more of herself. She confided in me that although she would never consider her marriage to Roger to be ‘open’, they had occasionally enjoyed having close-friends-with-special-benefits. I bravely brought up the subject of our weekly smooching and asked if that was the sort of thing she meant. Mimi smiled. “No, my dear, that is not exactly the sort of thing I meant. But I think you know what I mean. Don’t give me that innocent act.” I hung my head and attempted to blush. It didn’t work. Mimi laughed. “To be honest with you,” she continued, "I find David to be a very attractive man and Roger has told me he wouldn’t mind finding you on his pillow. I think we are a good match and the four of us could enjoy some pleasant times together - but I leave you in charge of how far we go with our personal relationships.” She gave me a wink and got up to greet a customer, leaving me in a storm of indecision and anticipation. While she was busy I worked up the courage to tell her about my recent talk with David (see Mimi - Part 1) and when the customer left I brazenly gave her the whole story. When I finished, Mimi laughed and gave me an almost maternal kiss on the cheek. "My dear,” She chuckled, “That’s the most beautiful complement I’ve received in years. Of course you have my blessing and Roger will go bonkers when I hint to him what the future might hold for him.” I waited impatiently for the day to end so I could get home to tell David. Friday evening I got my old pessary out of the medicine cabinet, lubed it with a good charge of KY and carefully inserted it in my puss. The act nearly brought me to orgasm as it awoke memories of the countless times I had used the device before David had his vasectomy. If David had walked into the bedroom at that moment I would have dragged him to the bed and we wouldn’t have made it to our Friday evening dinner with Mimi and Roger. As I lay back on my bed, I placed my hand on my puss and felt aware of the device I had inserted. I couldn’t feel it but I knew it was there. Before David’s vasectomy I had vaguely resented it being inside me. It was a final barrier between me and my husband. It is no longer required: so why is it there now? Simply because I intend to screw Roger. I don’t want to marry him: I just want to screw him - feel him inside me. And when I bring him to climax I want him to know he’s coming into me, not into a rubber bag. I also expect Mimi to screw David and press her fabulous bosom against his bare chest. He deserves it. I can just see him sitting on her tummy with his beautiful erection resting in her breathtaking cleavage. There, I’ve said it. It’s all going to happen, I just know it. What Happened Laura and I didn’t realize that we had been seduced until after we had both been thoroughly fucked, and, as with all successful seductions, we still held the impression that it had somehow been our idea. Neither of us has any complaint to lodge, nor regret. We have shared an exhilarating experience and look forward to repeating it. With me, it started with a lunch hour comment by Roger that he intended to take the rest of the day off and go home for a quiet nap. “Mimi’s been on a hormonal high recently and has seriously limited my night-time sleeping hours As you might imagine, she’s hard to resist when she gets horny.” I could indeed imagine, and couldn’t stop imagining until the day that imagining was replaced by remembering. My mental picture of Mimi is still as the two most beautiful boobs in the world along with arms, legs and everything in between. The beautiful Mimi actually engages in sexual intercourse with my friend Roger - her husband? Surprise! The picture of Mimi with Roger turns to smoke and morphs into a vision of Lara replacing Mimi with her legs wrapped around Roger’s hips. Somewhere in the background the voluptuous Mimi is beckoning. When I told Roger about Laura’s resurrection of her old diaphragm, he grinned. “Mimi will be ecstatic to hear this. You bring Laura by this evening and we’ll have a dip in the Jacuzzi - probably miss dinner altogether.” By by the time I arrived home, Roger had been in touch with Mimi. Laura greeted me at the door in a state of excitement. “Mimi just invited us to come early for a dip in the spa before dinner. Do I take a bathing suit?” “I think clothing is optional in a hot tub” I equivocated. “Maybe I’ll just wear my old diaphragm” Laura quipped and glanced sideways at me to get my response. "Might be a good idea” I said with a sudden urge to ravish this lovely creature, my wife, and reached for her. She backed off and pushed me away. “Save that for later mister. Maybe Mimi will expect some thanks for her hospitality.” We made it safely to the Forsythe’s where we were greeted by Roger, wearing a terrycloth bathrobe and Mimi in a yellow teddy which ended just below the nipples of her fantastic hooters. There was no hot-tubbing that night. We missed dinner too. Mimi stepped forward to give me a welcome kiss on the cheek which graduated into a full blown smackeroo to the lips while Laura stepped to Roger and presented her pouty lips to be kissed too. As Roger gallantly responded to the invitation, Laura deftly loosened the sash around his bathrobe to allow her hands inside to caress his naked body. Roger just scooped her up and carried her up the flying staircase to the master bedroom. Mimi began calmly to unbutton my shirt. “Roger is an impetuous man. Shall we join them?” Roger had wasted no time. As Mimi and I entered the bedroom, Laura’s shift and Roger’s bathrobe were on the floor and the two were naked on Mimi’s king size bed with the final two inches of Roger’s impressive weapon smoothly sliding into Laura’s familiar pussy. I was taken aback. This is happening too fast. She shouldn’t be so openly enjoying it. Laura had her head back, her eyes closed and a smug smile on her partly open lips as she welcomed Roger into her most private reserve. She opened her eyes momentarily and gave me a small apologetic smile; then allowed her eyes to flutter closed and abandoned herself to the pleasure of Roger’s long slow strokes. Mimi took my hand and placed it on her breast then gently dropped her hand to my rigid erection. “I think they’d like a little privacy.” What she meant was ‘let’s get out of here before you lose your charge. I want some of that too. She turned me around and herded me down to a guest room and threw back the eiderdown bedcover. The rest of the evening is a hazy memory of glistening beads of sweat on my chest mingling with those from Mimi’s magnificent bosom as I came - and came - and came. The only sparkling clear remembrance remaining is of the half smile on the face of my beloved Laura as she surrendered to the ecstasy of forbidden pleasures. (To be continued)