It was early on a Saturday afternoon. Rick was in his basement office working on a porn story. He wrote them for his wife, June, who loved them and always fucked him unmercifully when he shared a new one with her. He also published them on a web site under another name.
When he heard a knock on the door upstairs, he knew June would not answer it because she had gone to visit her sister, and he was alone in the house. He hustled up the stairs and found his neighbor Carol standing at the door. Carol was a divorcee living by herself in the house next door. She was in her late thirties and although a bit plump, Rick had always found her attractive. Today she was wearing a tight pair of shorts and a loose T-shirt that draped itself over and around her big tits. Rick was definitely noticing her big, round tits. Her nipples showed plainly through her bra and the T-shirt.
"Hi Carol. What can I do for you?"
"Oh!" she seemed definitely surprised to see him answer the door. After a moments silence she finally said, "I was, ah . . . I was looking for June." More silence. Finally a tentative, "Is she here?"
"No," he said. "She went to visit her sister this weekend. She won't be home until Sunday afternoon."
"Oh . . . I see." Carol kind of paused at the door like she didn't know what to do.
"Would you like to come in?" he asked, stepping back from the door.
Carol stepped in still saying nothing. This wasn't going as she had planned. Unbeknownst to Rick, Carol and June were lovers. They had been having an affair for about six months now. Carol had expected June to be home and Rick to be off at work. He often worked on Saturdays. She had been thinking all morning about an afternoon romp with June, and she was horny as hell.
June had never told Rick about her affair with Carol, but she had told him a lot of what Carol had told her about her former lovers, men and women. If what June had told him was to be believed, Carol was basically a slut. The notion intrigued Rick.
June had told Rick that at first she and Carol just had coffee in the afternoons. Then one day Carol had brought out a joint, which they smoked in lieu of the usual afternoon coffee. The dope was pretty strong, and the two women had gotten pretty silly when the full impact of the grass set in. That was the first time Carol had told June about any of her former lovers. Carol's description was pretty graphic. When Rick had come home that evening June was so horny she had virtually ripped his clothes off at the front door and they had fucked furiously in the middle of their living room. When Rick asked what June had been doing that afternoon she told him about the afternoon joint and Carol's graphic tale about sex with her former lover.
Carol and June soon made a habit of an afternoon joint followed by a lewd tale of Carol's past sex life. It wasn't every day, but it was at least two or three days a week. After each session June retold the story to Rick as a prelude to sex. Rick found Carol's tales of her sex life so good he began to incorporate parts of them into some of the porn he was writing in his basement office. He had no idea whether any of it was true, but that hardly mattered since nothing he wrote was based on anything that actually had happened.
There were a few things June hadn't told Rick about her afternoon dope smoking sessions with Carol. First, she hadn't told Rick that she was sharing with Carol descriptions of her sex life with Rick, especially graphic descriptions of the fucking they were doing each evening after one of her afternoon's spent with Carol. She also never told him that she was sharing some of the stories Rick wrote with Carol. Carol found them unbelievably hot, but June never told Rick because she had promised him that she would never tell anyone about the stories he wrote.
A final detail she left out was that after a few sessions of talking about sex, she and Carol had escalated to having sex. At first the two women had just watched each other masturbate, with their hands and with a variety of sex toys. Carol had quite a collection. Eventually it had moved on to using the dildos and vibrators on each other and finally to lesbian sex in a wide range of positions and actions; whatever they could think of. June had never met anyone with as talented a tongue as Carol had. When she licked June's pussy it left her screaming for mercy and then totally destroyed once the last of her climaxes passed. She had been doing her best to return the favor to Carol.
While June had never disclosed her sex with Carol, Rick kind of suspected the two women of doing more than just sharing dirty stories. He wasn't too upset about it. He and June had been married for nearly twenty years and each had cheated on multiple occasions and each time admitted it with gobs of regrets, followed by a bit of screaming and yelling, and promises never to do it again, which neither party really expected to be kept. Oh yes and then there was always the make up sex that invariably followed. That was the most important part of the whole process.
Carol walked into Rick's living room and sat down on the couch. "How much has June told you about our afternoon get togethers?" she asked Rick.
"Oh, not much," Rick lied.
"Oh I'm surprised," she said. "I thought she had told you all about them."
"I know you guys smoke some dope," he said.
"Yes," she said. "I brought some with me. I thought Carol would be here and you out at work, but she's not here.
"And I am," Rick said, wondering just where Carol wanted to go with all this. He wanted to make sure he left the door open for her to lead wherever she wanted to go. He was horny from working on a porn story.
"Yes, so you are. Care to join me?" she said patting the couch as she pulled a joint out of her purse. He assumed she meant for him to join her in sharing the joint, but he wondered if she might not want him to join her in something beyond the joint. He kind of hoped so. He had fanaticized about fucking Carol ever since she had moved in next door.
Rick sat down next to Carol. It was an old couch and it kind of sagged a bit pulling Carol down toward Rick so that her hip was pressed tightly against his. Neither of them made any effort to distance themselves. Her hip felt warm against his and Rick could feel his cock starting to grow within his shorts. He just couldn't keep his eyes off Carol's big tits, an indiscretion Carol noticed and enjoyed.
Carol lit up the joint and they were soon sharing it with the usual comments, like "Ooh, this is good shit," and "Oh, if we keep this up, I am going to be so fucked up." And pretty soon the joint was gone, and they were both "so fucked up."
Carol had twisted herself around so she was stretched out on the couch with her head in Rick's lap looking up at his face. She had one foot on the back of the couch and the other on the floor, an obscene posture, aside from the fact she still had her clothes on. She could feel Rick's growing cock pressing against the back of her head and she wished he would put his hands on her tits. She had come over with the intention of fucking June, but since June wasn't home Rick would have to do. God I'm such a slut, she thought.
"You know she shares your stories with me Rick? I mean the dirty ones you write for her and post on the web."
"And do you like them?" he asked. He was just a little surprised because June had promised not to let anyone else know about his erotica, but mostly he just wanted to put his hands on her tits.
"Oh fuck yes," she responded to his question. As she spoke she moved her head a bit rubbing it against his now hard cock. Oh yeah, she thought. I definitely want to fuck him. His cock feels really large.
"Do they make you horny?" As he spoke he put a hand on one of her tits. Nothing more than just laying it there. She did nothing to register any objection.
"Oh yeah," she said, nominally responding to his question, when what she really meant was, "Oh yeah, your hands feel so good on my tits." She didn't say that, but she hoped Rick would understand that was what she meant. She reached down with one hand and "adjusted" the crotch of her shorts. Rick watched closely as she stroked her sex through the fabric as she pulled her hand away. His cock twitched in response.
"So which ones do you like the best?" he asked.
