First of all, these stories are strictly fantasies. The events depicted herein never happened but the main players are based on real people. I (John) am married to Darlene, Max is my best friend and Chrissy is my best friend's wife (although the names have been changed to protect the innocent). These fantasies are very basic sexual encounters which means, I guess, I'm boring but they are MY fantasies and I've had them for years. I'm still not sure anybody would like to read these but I figure I'd give it a try. I used to make my livelihood by writing but I haven't done so in years so be forewarned that I'm a bit rusty. Bear with me. And for the record, all main participants are over the age of 18.
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Wednesday P.M. - The Initial Foray
The Players
Darlene: My wife. Second marriage. 33. About 5' 8" and weighs about 140 lbs. Hair: Dark brown with blonde frost highlights, straight (with a slight curl at the end), middle part, feathered on the sides, shoulder length. 32-30-34. Fair skinned with a touch of tan. Small mole on left cheek. Green eyes. Southern accent. Bush hair: Dark brown and sparse. Best attributes: Sexiest ass in the world; long legs; smile melts glaciers. Personality: Caring, calm, considerate, demure, protective, horny most of the time and could be very jealous.
Chrissy: Wife of my best friend. First marriage. 29. About 5' 4 tall and weighs about 135 lbs. Hair: Ash blonde (Natural color: black), straight, combed straight back, chest length. 36-32-36. Blue eyes. Southern accent. Bush hair: Black and thick. Best attributes: Deeply tanned skin; short but firm legs; ass made for squeezing. Personality: Outgoing, spunky, eager, alert, imaginative and very meticulous about her appearance (usually sported makeup, wore perfect fitting clothes, hair always in place).
John: Seriously? No one cares what I look like! It's all about the women, right, folks?
At the time of these events, I had been in the Air Force for 10 years. During that decade, I'd lived in different parts of the world and the U.S. As luck would have it this time, I was stationed about 400 miles from my beloved Kentucky and made an effort to get back as often as possible. My wife, Darlene, was also from Kentucky, having been my high school girlfriend. We drifted apart after I enlisted but a chance meeting almost nine years later reignited our passions and we soon married.
When Darlene and I ventured to Kentucky, we often stayed with another childhood friend of mine, Max, and his wife, Chrissy, because they had the room and because we all got along famously.
I'd known Max since the fourth grade and we were like brothers. Fortunately, Darlene and Chrissy became fast friends after our respective weddings. Max was an over-the-road truck driver and could be out driving for weeks on end. We tried to schedule our trips during his off time but every so often, the company needed him on an emergency run and he was forced to leave.
It just so happened on this particular vacation that about two weeks prior to our arrival, Max was told that he would be needed part of the week of our visit. It was too late to reschedule and with the blessings of all, we still made our trip. On Wednesday morning we bid farewell to him.
A little later, Chrissy left for her job as a hostess at a swanky restaurant/bar. This left Darlene and I to our own devices. We went out and visited a few friends for several hours then returned in the early evening. With nothing else planned, we began drinking a little and while we weren't drunk, we weren't feeling any pain. We expected Chrissy home soon and we would continue imbibing with her for a night of laughter and giggles.
My wife knew I adored seeing her dressed in sexy clothing and on this day, she wore one of my favorite combos: a bright red halter top and short, tight cutoff jeans. She would wear these special outfits all day, teasing me and knowing that my lust for her would build and reach a crescendo by the time we went to bed when I would commence to fuck her brains out. This time was no different and I was getting excited.
We were chatting about anything and everything when, out of nowhere, she posed a question to me in her adorable Southern twang.
"Honey, would you fuck Chrissy?"
I froze! 'OMG! Trick question!' I thought to myself. I loved my wife dearly and had little interest in other women. I also never really considered screwing Chrissy as she was wife of my very best friend—morals, guilt and all that crap-although I have to admit she was a hot little number.
But back to the question. I hemmed and hawed when Darlene finally said, "John, be honest. I'm not going to be mad and you won't be in trouble-promise. So...would you?'
Still wary of my answer, I finally blurted out, "Well, if I wasn't married and she wasn't married and she was interested, yeah, I would!"
I immediately closed my eyes, waiting for the incoming slap and the bone-chilling "How could you?" but nothing happened. I opened my eyes and Darlene replied, "I don't blame you. She's a very pretty lady!" She paused then, "So." Pause. "Would you like to try tonight?" Pause. "I'll help you!"
My ears perked up at that last statement as Darlene had never shown any inclination for women. Suddenly, Darlene, Chrissy and yours truly involved in a little threesome set my imagination aflame. Yeah, I could do that.
After catching my breath and thinking things out, I quietly asked, "But what if she doesn't want to?"
"Well, we'll just have to make her, won't we?" Darlene winked, with a sparkle in her green eyes.
I admit I got very excited at the prospect and eagerly awaited the sound of Chrissy's car door slamming shut heralding her arrival.
Soon, that blessed noise occurred and Chrissy walked in the front door. Having just left her hostess job, she was dressed in a two-piece black outfit with a modest miniskirt and black nylons encasing her sexy legs—a very professional-looking suit that a hostess at a high-class restaurant would wear. I love black miniskirts and it took all the willpower I could muster to keep from staring at her sexy gams. She stood in the middle of the living room and told us to wait for her, that she'd join us as soon as she slipped into something more comfortable.
Darlene stood up and motioned me to the other side of Chrissy. I quickly complied.
She then turned to Chrissy and said, "Before you go, there's something John and I would like to discuss with you."
"Sure! What is it?"
"This!" Darlene then twisted Chrissy's face around, pulled it towards her, and planted one of the most erotic kisses I've ever seen on her lips. Darlene's tongue darted in and out, exploring Chrissy's mouth.
Chrissy instantly struggled to escape Darlene's hold while crying out, "Wha..what the hell are you doing??"
Darlene pulled back and looked at me. "John?"
Following Darlene's lead, I pulled Chrissy's face to mine, and gave her my version of another long, wet, and horny kiss. Again she struggled to break free as a muffled "What the fuck? Stop it!!" came from her mouth.
As soon as our lips parted, Darlene grabbed Chrissy's face again and repeated her initial move. When they finished, I pulled Chrissy's face back to me and tried to silence her cries with my mouth. For the next several minutes, Darlene and I took turns planting big ones on Chrissy's ruby red lips while she struggled and begged us to stop.
Finally, Darlene tenderly ran her hand over Chrissy's clothed boobs and said, "I've just got to see these!"
Chrissy protested. "Y'all stop this!" as Darlene and I first removed her jacket then the white shirt underneath, exposing an exquisite set of breasts trying to spill out of the black bra she was wearing. Darlene quickly unhooked the bra and the article fell to the floor.
They weren't massive but they firm and full with the noticeable outline of a bikini tan line!
"My god!" uttered Darlene as she cupped one of them. "They're fucking beautiful!"
Chrissy tried to cover up with her hands but Darlene was having none of that. She grabbed Chrissy's arm as I held the other. With her free hand, Darlene cupped one of Chrissy's tits and ran her tongue slowly around the areola. Chrissy's nipple stood tall and erect as Darlene slowly sucked it into her mouth.
Not wanting to miss out, I took Chrissy's other tit, flicking her nipple with my tongue then licked and sucked it.
Chrissy continued to struggle to break free. She begged us, "Stop it! Let me go! Y'all can't do this to me!"
"Watch us!" Darlene replied in between sucks and licks.
After having Chrissy's glorious tit in my mouth for several minutes, I wanted some different scenery—not that I was tired of her near perfect breast—I just wanted to try another part of her succulent body. While kneeling, I slowly ran my tongue down the side of her body until I reached the top of her miniskirt. I looked up at Darlene, who was still engrossed with Chrissy's breast, and told her, "I've got to see the rest."
Darlene nodded and knelt down on the other side. Together, we pulled Chrissy's dress down to her ankles after a short battle with her and admired the new view. She was wearing shiny, tight black panties (with the cutest little camel toe) and a black garter belt, edged in red, holding up her black stockings. Chrissy's golden tan and the color combination was driving me up a wall.
"My god! Would you look at that!" I uttered to Darlene.
"Shit!" was all an impressed Darlene could say.
We tugged on her panties while Chrissy fought to keep them up. Finally, with one huge tug, the panties dropped, exposing a gorgeous, full black hairy bush.
"No, no, no!" Chrissy cried out as she tried to cover her pubes. "You can't look at me like this!"
"We're gonna do more than look!" Darlene told her.
She moved Chrissy's hand away and immediately buried her face into that soft, dark bush. From the motions of her cheeks, I could tell Darlene was licking fast and furious.
I went around to the other end and admired Chrissy's ass. It was damn near perfect! Not too fat and sensuously firm with another visible small bikini tan line. I put a hand on each cheek and began squeezing them, savoring each grab.
"Girl, I thought you had a great ass but I never imagined! Darlene, you've gotta see this!"
Darlene backed away from Chrissy's muff long enough to say, "I will, but not right now. I've got to lick this pussy into submission," before sticking her face back in Chrissy's crotch.
Deciding such an ass is a terrible thing to waste, I stuck my tongue at the top of her crack and slowly started working my way to the promised land.
Chrissy immediately shrieked, "John! You sick fuck! What the hell are you doing? Stop it! Leave my ass alone!"
I answered her with silence as I continued working my tongue down her crack. I was almost to her asshole when I spread those magnificent cheeks, made my tongue as long and as hard as I could and plunged it into her divine bung hole.
"Damn, John, you crazy son of a bitch! Stop it right fucking now!"
I didn't and for next few minutes, I lavished her asshole with licks, probes, kisses and sucks. Every so often, my tongue would slip down further where it met Darlene's tongue lapping at Chrissy's pussy and they would flick at each other. With my face buried in Chrissy's ass and with Darlene's tongue as an occasional sparring partner in that sweet area between ass and pussy, I was as close to heaven as a man could get.
