Author's note: This is the second episode. You might find it more enjoyable if you start by reading the first episode posted here, titled "Cum Contest."
Katie and I were lying naked in bed together one evening about ten days after our first adventure with Bill and Jane in which the girls had coaxed gushing ejaculations from the cocks of both Bill and me.
That incredibly erotic event – something I had never imagined would happen – was still keeping us on a sexual high. Katie and I had made love at least once every day since then. Perhaps "made love" isn't the right phrase. Frankly, we'd fucked each other, pleasuring ourselves with the memory of our adventure still burning in our brains and our loins.
So we were lying in bed, the sheets thrown back, stroking and caressing each other's bodies as we worked ourselves up to another bout of sexual stress relief. As I've told you before, Katie has an amazing body, particularly for a mother of two kids. She is slim and toned with high, firm breasts capped with nipples that seem to stay pebble-hard all the time. I love the sight of her hairless pubic mound at the apex of her sleek thighs. When she is aroused, her labia spread open lewdly, the pale pink flesh glistening with her juices.
As I caressed those firm titties, I remembered how different Jane's breasts were; full, pale and mobile with large areoles and stubby nipples. I had often fantasized about Jane's breasts but had never guessed I would get to see my wife's best friend naked... until that memorable night!
I felt my penis becoming thicker and harder as those memories flooded back. But I didn't want to rush things. I was questioning Katie about how she and Jane had come up with their little plan for the "cum contest" because it had become apparent that it was not as spontaneous as we, their husbands, had believed at first.
In retrospect, it was apparent that Katie and Jane were very comfortable being naked with each other, exchanging caresses and knowing looks, while Bill and I had felt kind of awkward at first, nude in front of each other and the girls. Since then, I had asked Katie to give me some of the background; what had gone on between her and Jane, her best friend since college, leading up to that night.
At first, she had been evasive, but tonight she finally agreed to tell me everything, realizing that her fears about my potential shock or anger were unfounded. What follows then is her story in her own words, as best as I can remember...
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Katie's story
It all started about two months ago. If you remember, Jerry, I'd taken a personal day off work and so had Jane. We had planned to go to the club for a game of tennis then have lunch and go shopping together. That morning, you'd woken up with a raging woody and we'd had a quick fuck before you left for work with a big smile on your face.
After you left the house, I had a shower but realized I had plenty of time before Jane would get here, so I lay down on the bed just for a minute or two. The next thing I remember was being woken up by the ringing of the doorbell. I looked at the clock and, omigod, I must have fallen asleep because it was 10:30 and Jane was at the front door! I wrapped a towel around me and ran barefoot to let her in.
When I opened the door, Jane looked at me in surprise and then laughed. I must have looked a sight, naked except for the towel clutched around me, no makeup, hair still damp and uncombed. Jane, on the other hand, looked gorgeous as always. Her blonde hair was tied back in a ponytail. She was wearing a short, pleated, white tennis skirt and sneakers and a white polo shirt stretched tight across those big, round breasts I'd kill for!
I started to stammer apologies but Jane put a finger on my lips to shush me. I asked her to follow me to the bedroom so we could talk while I got ready. Once in the bedroom, I dropped the towel on the bed and started pulling open dresser drawers looking for underwear and tennis gear. We'd seen each other naked several times before, in the college dorms or the showers at the club, so I didn't think twice about standing there without any clothes on.
I guess I was twittering away, but Jane didn't seem to be listening. She was standing quite close beside me and suddenly said, "My God, Katie. You've got the most incredible boobs. As perky and firm as a high school cheerleader's! They look like they were molded in a pair of martini glasses."
With that, she put a hand on each of my breasts and her palms grazed my nipples. Jerry, you know how sensitive my nipples are, and I probably blushed as I felt them pucker and get stiff as she touched them.
"Oh Jane," I said, "I've always wanted big luscious breasts like yours. Men can't take their eyes off them when you walk into a room."
With that, I put my hands under her breasts, hefting them and squeezing them through her polo shirt. I could feel the fabric of her bra as I moved my fingers and then as my thumbs grazed the front of her bra cups, I could tell that her nipples were as hard as mine.
We looked deeply into each others eyes for a few moments, and then slowly she moved her face towards mine. We didn't say a word. Her lips brushed mine for a second. I remember how soft they felt and I could taste her lipstick after she moved back to look into my eyes again. There was no need to say anything; we just knew. This time I made the move. I leaned forward and kissed her firmly on the lips. She opened her mouth and sighed as our tongues met.
