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Remembrances Pt. 03
Diane ~~~~~
When Billy sat next to me at the other end of the couch so we could watch his wife and my husband have sex, he kissed me and handed me a towel. I lifted my ass and placed the towel under me. I was full of Billy's cum after having just fucked him. Now my husband Simon was kissing and feeling up Billy's wife, Carol. She had Simon's cock in her hand, stroking it slowly. Both of them were moaning as they kissed and played with each other's bodies.
At first, I was jealous when I saw them kissing and feeling each other. Then Billy began fucking me hard and all my jealousy disappeared. Now I was getting extremely turned on watching my husband grope another woman as she groped him. Also turning me on, I could feel what Billy had left inside me leaking out. My clit was at attention looking for something to touch it. Reaching over, I grabbed Billy's hand and pressed it to my pussy.
I reached over and grabbed his cock. He got the idea and started softly playing with my pussy, while I played with his cock and balls. We sat there quietly watching our spouses kiss and touch each other. I decided it was fun to watch Simon feel up young Carol. When they both laid down on the couch across from us, I started to feel a little... something... something I couldn't work out. Fear? Maybe. Dread? Maybe that too. Jealousy? A little, only because I knew he was going to be fucking her in a few minutes.
And even though I had just fucked Billy, I only felt a little bit of guilt, because Simon had said I could. He wanted me to. He said he would be turned on watching me screw Kevin... er... Billy. I almost screamed when Billy slipped his finger inside me. I was surprised by that, even though he had been groping me as I jerk on his cock. Which was hard again.
Simon ~~~~~
Carol was moaning as I slipped between her thighs. I kissed her neck, her ears, her cheek. She reached down between us and lined my cock up with her opening. Her labia were wet and slippery. Her vagina was open to except me. I pushed into her gently. She moaned loudly. Her arms were now around my shoulders holding on to me as I slipped inside her wonderful body. As I hit bottom, her legs came up around my waist. She was clinging to me.
"Fuck me, Simon, fuck me, hard baby," she whispered.
I kissed her lips for a moment. Then slammed into her hot pussy. She clenched her jaw to keep from screaming in my ear.
"Scream for me," I whispered as I slammed into her again.
"Oh fuck!" she screamed. I smiled at her.
I didn't look over at Diane and Billy, I was actually afraid to. But if Diane was having a problem with what I was doing, I doubt she would hesitate to come over and tell me about it, loudly. I sneaked a peek. Her eyes were closed as Billy jammed three fingers into her gooey pussy. She was coming. I looked back down at Carol. She was coming also.
I pounded into the youngster under me for a long time. After awhile, I eased up a little. I was starting to tire. Carol looked up at me smiling, her body shaking with orgasm.
"That feels good. Keep that up and I'll have a real screamer," she whispered giggling.
I smiled and just kept fucking her young body. It was amazing to fuck a tight pussy. Not that Diane's is big and loose. But Carol's was very tight when I first slipped inside. Even now it was still tight, holding onto my cock as I pulled out of her pussy. Jerking my hips I slide my cock in and out of her hot body. She was a very pretty young woman. Billy was lucky to have her as his wife.
I slowed my attack on her pussy, watching her face. She was still fast on her way to an orgasm. Turning her head she looked at her husband. I too looked his way, but I was looking at Diane. Billy smiled at Carol as his fingers slipped and slid in and out of Diane's pussy.
Carol screamed as her orgasm flashed through her body. Hips bucking against my pelvis mashed her clit between us. She screamed even louder.
"Oh my fucking god. I'm fucking coming so hard. Oh my god..." Then she just passed out.
I kept fucking her lovely body as her hips didn't stop bucking. They seemed to be on autopilot. Then she was back crying out with pleasure.
"Oh, my pussy is on fire. Please keep fucking me, keep fucking me," she shouted.
I kept fucking her as I watched Diane start to orgasm on Billy's fingers. She was staring at me, her eyes full of fire. Her hips were moving as her pussy was fucked by three fingers. She bit her lip to keep from screaming. I winked at her. She nodded, closing her eyes with another orgasm.
"Oh fuck!" I yelled as I came.
My cum was splashing inside Carol. Another orgasm ripped through her body as she felt my semen flow into her pussy. I groaned, closing my eyes with my enjoyment of this sweet young thing under me. I felt wonderful. I felt exhausted. I pushed up, so I was kneeling between her sweet thighs. She looked up at me smiling.
"Billy, get your ass over here, dear," Carol growled.
Moving off the couch I went to where Diane sat, now that Billy was pressing his hard cock into his wife.
"What's he doing?" Diane asked.
"He's reclaiming his wife, which is what I am going to do to you," I told her, pushing her back so she was no lying down with me between her legs.
"Oh," said Diane her eyes wide with surprise.
Pushing into her pussy with my renewed cock, I slipped right into her to the hilt. My balls were resting on her asshole. I smiled down at her.
"Ready?" I asked.
"Ah, for what?" she asked smiling.
"In order for me to reclaim my pussy, I have to fuck it harder than I have ever fucked it before."
"Your pussy?" she asked.
"Do you deny that you are mine?"
"No, no not at all."
"Ready?" I asked once again.
"I am."
I slammed my cock into her as hard and as fast as I could. She screamed. I don't know if it was in pleasure or pain, but I kept slamming into her. She didn't scream again. She was grunting with each thrust. When she started to thrust back, I knew she was not in pain.
"I love you," I whispered.
"Oh god, I love you so much," Diane whispered. "Fuck me hard."
Slamming into her, I was fast approaching my climax. Diane was fast approaching hers. I just hoped that we came together. I could hear skin slapping from the other couch. I didn't dare look over. I kept my eyes focused on my wife's eyes. She heard the slapping also. She smiled up at me as we slammed against each other.
"I'm coming," she said softly.
"Me too," I growled as I slammed into her one last time.
Diane was jerking her hips up and down against my pelvis wildly. Her eyes were squeezed shut. Her face was scrunched up with her mask of orgasm. Her breathing was that of a panting animal. Her grip was tight and held me in place as she got off. I kissed her eyes, her nose, her lips.
She just relaxed all of a sudden. Her eye opened slowly. A smile was painted across her face. Her arms and legs slipped from my body. I kissed her cheek.
"Thank you," she whispered.
"No, thank you," I whispered back.
"Ah, you're done. Let's shower," Carol said standing above us holding Billy's hand.
We all showered together. There was a lot of rubbing and kissing and feeling, but no intercourse. I washed Carol, while Billy washed Diane. It was fun. Once we were finished we went back out to the living room and had one final drink. Diane and I got dressed, thanked Carol and Billy profusely and went home.
We didn't talk about what we experienced that night, we were way too tired. Both of us stripped off our clothes and crawled into bed. We cuddled up in the middle and went to sleep.
Diane ~~~~~
When I opened my eyes, I was just a little confused. I remembered another man being between my legs the night before. Turning my head, I looked over at the person next to me. It was my husband, Simon. He was smiling. He was still asleep, smiling. Then the memories from the previous night came flooding back into my mind. Along with those memories, all sorts of emotions overwhelmed me. I rolled out of bed and hurried to the bathroom. I tried not to think of anything. I peed. Washed my face. Brushed my teeth and went to the kitchen.
I needed coffee. While the machine was making coffee, I sat at the kitchen table. I put my head down on my arms. I was feeling things I had never felt before. The memories flashed across my mind. With each memory were feelings. Some I liked, some I didn't. The beeping of the coffee maker startled me. I got up and poured myself a cup. Sitting back down, I took a sip. My mind was still full of images and feelings. I took a deep breath. I guess I will need to talk to Simon about these things.
I was shocked when he walked around the corner and went right to the coffee machine. He got himself a cup and sat down across from me.
"How are you feeling this morning?" Simon asked me reaching across to take my hand in his.
"Feeling? I'm feeling all kinds of things. I thought I dealt with them pretty well last night, but this morning, oh brother they are all jumbled up inside my head and that is making it hard to think."
"I understand. Me too," Simon said taking another sip of his coffee. "Should we talk about... now?"
"It's as good a time as any. I don't think my mind will settle down until I have hashed them out with my best friend in the world."
"Who's that?" Simon said chuckling, eyes twinkling at me.
"You, you doofus," I said giggling and swatting him on his arm.
"Do you want to go first?"
"I don't know," I said.
"Well, why don't I just list the feelings that are there, starting with the strongest first."
"All right."
"Joy, pleasure, arousal, surprise, jealousy, betrayal, anger, and a bunch of others that aren't strong at all. No hate."
"Arousal, pleasure, joy, surprise, anger, jealousy, betrayal. I feel no hate either," I said.
"Tell me about your jealousy," Simon said.
"I'm a little jealous that you fucked Carol. I'm really jealous that you enjoyed doing it. Does that make sense? I'm also aroused that you did Carol. I loved watching you two fuck. As long it is just fucking. I didn't hear any words of love exchanged..."
"If she had I would have stopped right then and there. I have no feelings for her except as a friend who you let me have sex with," Simon said interrupting me.
"Okay. We have that settled. Last night the jealousy was there as Billy was fucking me and I watched you fondle Carol. When your lips pressed against hers it almost came out as a battle cry. At just that second Billy started to pound into me hard and the jealousy disappeared until this morning."
"And now?" asked Simon.
"And now... it's still there, but all the joy, arousal, and pleasure are overriding that feeling. How about you?"
"Jealousy is a powerful emotion, hard to overcome, but I love you so much and in my logical mind I know I gave you permission. Even so, my emotional mind is still filled with anger and jealousy. They will eventually recede into the background and logically I know what I saw was exciting and aroused me greatly, but the other emotions are there. We will both have to deal with them in our own way. My way will be making love to you today, tomorrow and the next day. I know you love me and only me. But my emotional mind will want that reinforced with physical contact with you."
I gulped. My Simon had all the answers. He was the smartest man I knew, no matter what someone else told me about other men. I loved him dearly and would do anything for him. I loved him enough to have let him have sex with Carol. Could I do that in the future? I don't know, but I bet I could.
"Wow," I said. I gulped down my coffee. I set my cup down gently in front of me. "Would now be a good time to make love to me?" I asked.
"It would. Here or upstairs?" Simon asked chuckling.
