Author's note: This is my first attempt to write a story with multiple viewpoints. While I welcome your comments on any aspect of my stories, I ask you to comment on my handling of the viewpoint presentation. I thank you in advance for taking time to read my efforts, for the mostly good votes on the taboo submissions and especially for the critical comments which helped me improve my writing.
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"But we just had a class reunion," Mike protested to his wife Susan.
"Just had a reunion! Mike, it's been five years since our class met at Charlestown Landing."
"Has it been that long?" Mike couldn't believe how fast the years had flown by. He still wasn't ready to accept defeat. Those German girls had teased him something awful without causing him to cross the line. Now that he was home and as horny as the stud at the nearby horse farm. He needed action. Hanging around the Edisto Center and Gardens for two days wasn't exactly what he had in mind. "I've been in Germany for six weeks; I was hoping to spend a week alone with you."
"I know Honey, I want to spend some alone time too, but what could I do?" She pressed herself against him. She could feel the rock hard shaft pressing her lower abdomen through her light summer dress and the khaki pants he always wore when working. "Actually you have only yourself to blame."
"Me? What did I do?"
"Don't you remember? You had such a good time five years ago that you insisted that we make the fifteenth reunion a two-day affair at the Edisto Inn and Gardens. The committee agreed with you on the spot."
"Yeah, I did, didn't I?" Mike gave her a big sheepish grin. "Guess I didn't count on it starting the day after I come home from a long trip packing a world record hard-on.
"Maybe we can help it a little right now." She took his face in both hands, pulling him to her until their lips met. Mike got just a whiff of her perfume as he nibbled on her lower lip. He wasn't sure what her dress was made of but it was so thin he could clearly feel her panties when he grasped her behind with both hands. Unless she put on a slip he'd bet you could see her outline clearly, if she was between you and the sun. As he pulled her tightly against his pelvis she ground hers into him.
"Wow! Is all this for me?" She worked her hand between their tightly pressed bodies and gave his shaft a couple strokes. "Does that feel good, baby?"
"Uh-huh." Mike lifted her dress then with both hands he massaged her butts in the way he knew always drove her crazy. She responded by loosening his belt so she could get his pants down.
"Come to Momma," she said, kneeling in front, pulling down his white briefs. His six and a half inches popped into freedom. Taking it in her hand, she flicked her tongue around the head several times and took it inside her mouth. She worked her mouth back and forth until he tried to push it deeper.
"Hey! Watch it! That's no peppermint stick you got there, baby. Momma needs to breathe too." She stood up but still rubbed against him. "You might not have the longest dick on record but if it was any bigger around I couldn't give you head." All the time she talked, her left hand was working his uncircumcised foreskin across his glans.
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Mike will be home soon, Susan thought as she checked everything one last time before closing the suitcase. It and the suit bag hanging over the door contained the sexiest outfits she owned. She couldn't wait until Mike saw her in the new dress she had purchased just for this trip. Sure, it was cut well above the knees but she had the legs for that. Truth be told, she'd like to see Brad Dormer's face when he saw her for the first time since high school. In school, she had a queen sized crush on him but he'd never given chubby little girls like her and her twin sister Sara a second glance.
Well, he'd have a surprise when he walked into the convention room Saturday night. Both she and Sara had gotten serious about weight when they started college and the change had been remarkable. Now, with their blonde hair and shapely bodies, they never failed to turn men's head when they walked into a room. In her case all the men could do was look, but now Sara; Sara was a different story. Different, that is, if you could believe her tales of sexual tryst starting from their junior year in college.
Sometimes Susan had her doubts. She loved Sara and the two of them were closer than most twins, but Susan had always been the leader with Sara following in her wake. Susan wondered how a girl who was like her in so many ways could be so wanton when it came to sex.
Susan and Sara were identical twins, so identical not even her husband, Mike, could tell them apart. In college, they had often joked about switching places for a night so Susan could experience the wild life Sara enjoyed. Even after they were married, the girls had continued their fun.
Once, when Mike wanted to go to a Clemson football game while Susan had her heart set on seeing a play at the Dock Street Theater, they had switched. Mike still didn't know it was Sara who spent the entire day with him. The only iffy part was when Mike wanted to get a room for the night instead of making the long drive back. Sara reported she had to do some fast talking to convince him they really needed to get back for church. Susan wasn't sure if Sara was joking or not when she said she almost carried the experiment all the way. She claimed she was tempted to see if Mike would know the difference between them in bed.
Since Mike was a touchy feely kind of man, even in public, the girls agreed they had to do something to help Mike tell them apart. If not, Sara would most likely find Mike fondling her if they were ever in a room alone. That's when they agreed that anytime they were together, Susan would keep her hair in either a bun or a ponytail while Sara would wear hers shoulder length. That way Mike could always tell which twin was his.
Susan checked her watch as she double checked again to be sure she hadn't forgot anything. Nope, she hadn't. If Mike's plane landed as scheduled, he should get home in plenty of time to shower and dress before Sara arrived. They planned to drive down to the Inn tonight so the girls could assure everything was ready when the others started arriving around mid-day tomorrow.
She heard the front door slam and rushed to greet Mike. He was probably as horny as she was and she'd bet he had forgotten all about the reunion.
**** Susan was unsurpassed when it came to oral sex, or at least she was the best Mike ever had. He never expected to find out if anyone was better either. Yet, even while she was flicking her tongue around his glans and pumping the shaft with her right hand, he found himself wondering how good Sara would be. From the way she talked she must be really something in bed. "Better stop, baby. I need to come so badly I don't think I can hold out much longer." He scooped into his arms and headed for their bedroom.
"Hurry," Susan said as he dropped her on the bed and started shedding his clothes. While he was undressing she took off all but her bra and panties. For some reason she always insisted Mike take those off. He was glad to oblige.
While still standing beside the bed, he unsnapped her bra and when her tits were free his mouth covered one while his hand massaged the other. He had the nipple, which he was teasing with his tongue, sticking out about a quarter inch when she tried to move his head to the other one.
"This one is getting jealous," she whispered.
Mike switched nipples, tugging and pulling on it until it stood out like its mate. Meantime, his hand was rubbing the inside of her thighs and mound.
"Yes," she moaned. "That feels so good." Her hips were moving against his hand on every stroke. "Don't tease me so; I need you now."
The slamming front door startled them out of their passion
"Hey! Where are you guys? Sara's voice was loud enough to wake the dead.
"Shit! I told Sara to meet us at five." Susan scrambled to pull on her housecoat while Mike grabbed his clothes and tried to make it to the bathroom in time. There was no doubt in either's mind that Sara would be barging into their bedroom any moment.
"What's holding you up?" The door swung open and it was almost like Susan was looking at herself in the mirror.
"I told you five. What are you doing here at four-thirty?" Susan pointed at the clock on the nightstand.
"What's wrong?" Sara teased, "Did I break up a little Whoopee session?" She knocked on the bathroom door. "Come on out, Mike, I'll just wait here while you guys finish."
"You wish." Mike was dressed in his pants when he opened the door. He gave Sara a bear hug and kissed her on the forehead. I bet you're dying to see a real stud in action, but you have to buy into the game for that." He loved to tease Sara, but right now, as he felt her body against his, he was sure it would take both Susan and Sara to relieve his aching balls.
"Watch it, big boy. I just might take you up on that someday. What do you think, Susan? Think we double team him and show him just how he rates in the stud department?"
Susan, who had started dressing, threw her housecoat at her.
Two and a half hours later Mike was lugging their luggage from the car while the girls checked them in. As he entered the lobby another guest returned a luggage cart.
"Thank God! I'm too pooped to drag all this up to our room," he muttered as he piled everything on the cart. His fatigue diminished when two young ladies of about eighteen walked into the lobby. Their tennis outfits fit across their tight little butts showing off their assets admirably. Mike couldn't help staring. His pants began to tent and the ache, which had disappeared during the long trip, returned.
