She Did Not Stop

She Did Not Stop Ch. 05

by MrMsScrewloose

Our friend meets another friend for her

Fiction, but based on some real-life lustful experiences.

If you haven't read the previous chapters, you won't understand the relationships. Please go back and read at least chapter 1.

HE

My friend Terry came to visit as he often did Friday night, and we had the usual orgy for the first hour before we even thought about dinner. She had warned me that she was really hot to trot this weekend, so I was not surprised at how things began. He kissed and hugged her, shook my hand smiling, as old friends do.

He walked her quickly to the couch, she lay back, spread her legs wide, one foot over the back of the couch, the other on the floor. No panties, I noticed. She probably had not worn anything that might get in the way of our guest ravishing her. She wanted to get laid immediately. He dropped his pants and shoved his dick into her with only preliminary kisses. She was wet enough from lustful anticipation that lubrication was not a problem, she was ready to receive any tool inside her that appeared, and his long-lusted-for dick was the first one to show up.

This had gotten to be such a standard ritual for us three that I left to fix drinks while they were still humping away. I finished before they did. I looked at my beautiful wife, her arms and legs wrapped around her lover, eyes closed tight, face in the expression she gets of the pain-pleasure of delicious penetration, a male organ pushing into her sex, hard, again and again. And then the screaming of orgasm, god, I love the sound of her pleasure-pain, as I've heard it close to my ear these many years. And then he slowed and came into her with his own pleasure-pain face and low yell.

I joined my wife on the couch, and made love to her, more slowly, less urgently than her previous lover. When I was still lying inside her, in the afterglow of our quickie, she put her lips to my ear to tell me things she didn't want him to hear. "He owns it tonight, I can't resist. He owns me tonight, owns my cunt. Please let him have me anyway he wants." She held me tight, pulled me to her, kept my cock inside her. "Please, honey, I need to have him. All weekend. Anything. Let him do anything he wants with me. I'm so incredibly horny and turned on, I'll be dripping from my insides all weekend." Her vagina squeezed my softening cock, pushing me out. "I really need this."

Okay, she could have her way. Even without a stated agreement, that's probably the way things would go, anyway.

We barely got out for a late, light supper that night. We went to bed early after some more sexercise.

In the morning, we got up late, playing as we did pretty much constantly. Had a quick lunch and went to play tennis.

SHE

My pussy owner Terry told me to wear the thinnest, most transparent panties that I had under my tennis dress this morning. Not completely naked, but completely revealing if anyone looked closely. I had a pink thong that was all thin lace, thought that would do. Whoever was behind me or watched me serve would get a good unobstructed view of my ass and just a thin, pink thong string. They might think that I had nothing at all under the short flippy skirt. We were playing two on one again, with both my guys getting good views of my ass now and then.

Terry ran into a friend, Connie (for Conrad), a friend from college. I looked at Connie and almost couldn't believe it. Connie was, to my eye, a beautiful, almost ideal hunk of a man. Greek-godlike. Tall, broad, thin, long well-shaped limbs. Yum. A real seat-slider for me! You know what I mean, a guy who makes your pussy so wet that you almost slide off your theater seat? I hope they all didn't see me gaping and drooling. Double yum. If possible, I would like to see more of him. Maybe Terry would pick up on my interest and ask him to join us.

Connie had been watching us play for some time, so I'm sure he had been treated to flashes of my ass, and probably thought I was a loose lady. If he thought that, well, he wasn't all that wrong. I was in fact an ever-ready fuck toy for both the men I was playing tennis with. Other than them, though, not very loose.

Terry suggested that Connie join us to play and then come back with us for drinks and dinner. I enthusiastically agreed. After a set, he went home to shower and change, so did we sweaty three. When Connie arrived, we had margaritas ready. Tom's special version, frozen, sweet, goes down easily, but you can't walk after two or three of them.

HE

We sat out on the deck until the mosquitos arrived, then moved inside. I sat in my designer comfy chair. Sammie and the guys sat on the long couch. She was in the middle, of course. The couch wasn't that long, so legs were always touching other legs. It was warm, we guys had shorts, very short like tennis shorts but nice clean ones. She had put on a clean tennis dress, with its guaranteed short skirt and views of panties, if any, whenever she sat down or stood up.

I was thoroughly enjoying the view up her legs. (The panties were flesh-colored, hmmm, meaning I don't think there were any.) Her two admirers had to make do with furtive little glances at her boobs and legs. I had the straight view of that magic female triangle that captivates all (straight) males, and I guess I wasn't subtle about my appreciation. She knows that that lovely view of her goodies, covered in nylon or cotton or anything or nothing, makes my day. She relaxed her legs a little, and my eyes drilled in even harder.

SHE

What Tommy didn't know then was that, as I was coming back from the kitchen with a couple drinks in my hands, Connie stopped me in the hall. He just stood in the way so I couldn't get past him; I had drinks in both hands, to be delivered to the guys in the living room. He said, He was so glad to meet me, that I was a beautiful woman. He'd been watching me all day, he hoped I didn't mind.

He made a serious pass at me. He took my face in both his hands, leaned in, and kissed me gently. I didn't reject his kiss, he was physically the most attractive man I had seen in like forever. Movie star beautiful face, slender but hard chest and arms, I wanted to hug that gorgeous statue. He kissed me again after we both breathed. After kissing more avidly, he put his hands on my hips and pushed me back against the wall, Then the serious kissing began, lips, tongues, heavy breathing. I wanted to stop him but I didn't want to stop him, he was so gorgeous and hunky. I didn't object, and, well, I couldn't really do much with glasses of margarita in both hands.

While he was kissing me passionately, he reached a hand up to my breast. Oh god he's feeling me up, what do I do? His touch was soft, kneading my breast, searching for the nipple. I moaned my heated response into his mouth. He really did think I was the loose lady that he saw flashing her ass on the tennis court. He continued kissing me, nuzzling my neck, kissing and nibbling it, sending goose bumps all over my body. Then he reached down to my hip, slid his hand back onto my ass, and pulled me into him, my hips bumping into his. Geez what could I do? I mean if I really objected, I suppose I could pour a drink over his head to discourage him. But I wasn't objecting, I was getting turned on. I didn't mind; I pushed into him to feel his erection against my belly.

I knew he was interested in me. I had seen him ogling my breasts, which all men do, and especially my legs, hoping for a flash up my skirt. Boy, would he have been surprised. Or maybe not, given my display on the tennis court.

He worked his hand down to the hem of my skirt. Of course I was wearing a fairly short tennis skirt; I always wore short skirts when Terry was around. Skirt required, pants verboten, so that he could get to my-pussy-his-pussy whenever he wanted.

Connie ran his hand under the skirt, up my leg to my ass, which was bare. It had been 99% bare with the thong earlier, now it was all bare because I had nothing on under the skirt except me. My pussy-owner this weekend Terry had requested that I be available, not just in a short skirt, but have my sex uncovered, unprotected, always easily available.

Connie, encouraged by my bare ass, moved his hand around my hip, up to the top of my thigh, where he found that my pussy was naked, hot, wet, swollen, ready to be touched and penetrated by men. He was the hot man today, basically a stranger, though, who was making love to me in the hallway with my husband and my lover only a few feet away.

What to do? I didn't want to stop him; I wanted to encourage him. I spread my legs wide to give him access to my fun bits. He felt this right away and cupped my pussy, his fingers spreading my labia, exposing my opening. Oh, god, I was sure he would get into my sex, his fingers would push up into me and play with my clit. He kept one hand on my breast, pinching the nipple. With the other he split my lips and pushed his fingers into me! I moaned into his mouth when he was kissing me, just into the air when he was not. My husband wanted that, too, but I did it more often when my lover asked.

As Connie was drilling my cunt, he whispered to me, "Oh, baby, you really are a hot piece. A beautiful woman and sexy as hell." A nibble on my earlobe. "Just like Terry said." I couldn't answer, just gasp and moan as his hand caressed my most sensitive spots. "He said you were incredibly desirable, a real sexpot." He pushed harder into my slippery insides. I pushed back to get those fingers deeper into me. He whispered conspiratorially to me, "And he said... that your husband doesn't mind sharing you. With him. Christ, I can't imagine a man letting his fabulous, beautiful, woman like you be used by another man. But here I am, almost a stranger, and you're letting me make love to you."

I wondered why he thought that I would welcome his advances. Terry told him? Terry told him that he's my lover?!? That my loving husband lets me have Terry as a lover? A very avid lover? Well, if he knows, he knows. And, from the evidence of my body's reaction to him, he knows it's true, too.

"You're pretty bold, mister." Ooh oh, he drilled me further to emphasize that he agreed with me. "What made you think it was okay to put the moves on me? I could have slapped you half to death for what you're doing." I pushed his chest back a few inches. "Why did you think it was okay to kiss me, much less feel me up. And then try to get into me!"

He pulled closer to me and nuzzled my neck some more. "Terry gave me his permission to approach you tonight."

What? Terry gave him permission to make out with me? "In my own house? With my husband just a few steps away?"

"Yes, he talked as though he had the right to allow another man to have his woman. You. He said that you're his mistress, and that I could use you as he does."

I was shocked but not that surprised. Terry has treated my body as his territory, and my sex in particular as his right, to do with as he pleases: finger it, fuck it, fill it, eat it, and now apparently, give it away. He tried before, remember, months ago, and that's what caused the rift between us and him. But now, well, now it seems that I agree that I am his property, to use me for sex as he pleases. The proof is right here, right now, with a handsome stranger's hand in my hot, wet, cunt just because Terry told him he could have me.

Connie was still drilling me and caressing me and turning my libido up to eleven! "Sammie, you are so hot! Is that right, does your husband allow his wife to have a boyfriend, a lover?... Do you have only one or more than one?" Then the real question: "Can Terry hand you around as a plaything, to others like me?"

Yes, I realized, Terry really thinks tonight that he owns me and can give me away, and he has given my pussy to his friend to use like a slut who will fuck anyone, take all comers. Ohmigod, what have I got myself into? What has got into me? This beautiful boy stranger is in my most intimate place and drilling me for his pleasure and for mine. Zero to third base in five minutes!

Maybe I should have resisted at first, when he first kissed me and pushed me back into the wall. But we're way past that now, I am hot as a pistol. He can tell that I am loving it from my spreading my legs and pushing my sex into his hand and clamping down on his fingers and moaning to his kiss and the wetness flowing out of my hole, my insides lubricating the love channel into me.

"Yes, Terry does think he owns me when he's here. He can have me any time he wants, any way he wants. I can't resist him."

"And your husband is okay with this, with another man, even his best friend, having his wife?"

"He loves me, and he lets me... have what I want. He loves to watch me get excited and enjoy sex however I want to. He loves my pleasure. He even helps me sometimes."

That encouraged him even more. I was coming on his hand, a series of mini-pulses. He pushed hard into me and pinched my clit, so I yelped a little from the wonderful pleasure of it. "I can't believe this, you are so beautiful and so sexy. I want you. I want to make love to you."

Maybe my husband heard me, or maybe he was just wondering why his drink was taking so long. He stepped quietly through the arch so he could see me and Connie against the wall ten feet away. He didn't flinch, I think he is used to seeing another man maul my body. He watched for a minute, focusing on how my hips were moving into this man's hand. He had to know that Connie was finger fucking me avidly and professionally from the way I moved, the way I moaned, the way I participated fully in my seduction. He nodded to me before he went back into the living room. I took that as a sign, like his assent that first night with Terry, that I could do whatever I wanted to, and I took advantage of that permission way beyond what either of us thought we would do that night.

I'm sure he told Terry that his friend was putting the moves on me -- me, Terry's local piece of ass, his pussy in this area, and Tommy's wife -- so clearly I must be fucking both of the men in the living room. Why not add a third to the list.

After another minute, he stopped, said I should deliver those drinks before they melt completely. He went down the hall to the john. I went into the living room to hand two drinks to T and T.

HE

I wondered where our drink refills were. as I stepped into the hallway toward the kitchen, there was my wife kissing another other man, Connie, the Greek god friend of Terry's that I could see she lusted for. He had her pinned against the wall, kissing her. and he had a hand under her skirt. He must have been at her pussy, the way her hips are moving to meet the movements of his arm. He was inside her, I'm sure, he was finger fucking my wife, and she was loving it, from the passion of her kisses and the pulsing pushing of her hips and the increasing urgency and tone of her moaning. Boy, she was really turned on. This guy we met just a couple hours ago, she's letting him into her, into her most intimate spot, letting his hand fondle her and penetrate her. What an incredible woman! A little faithless sometimes, like now. But mine.

She saw me and looked over to me while he was whispering to her and nibbling on her ear. I gave her a nod of approval. When she moaned louder, she came and came, I turned and went back to the living room.

Terry saw that I was a little pale, asked me if anything was wrong. I came right out with it, no point in being subtle. "Your friend is making out with my wife in the hallway. He has taken liberties with her, and she seems to have welcomed them. Her legs are spread and he's under her skirt. I'm sure he's inside my wife. He is finger fucking my wife! What the fuck, Terry! Just the way you did that first night. Is he always this bold with women? Does he get slapped a lot for being so forward? Or does he always succeed because he is so good-looking?"

Terry looked down. "Well, he said she was beautiful and looked sexy as hell. He asked if I had ever made a pass at her. I told him a little bit of the truth. That I did have sex with her some months ago and you... you didn't mind. You even helped undress her for me."

He paused, there had to be more. "And?"

"And the affair has continued, I can have her whenever I'm here visiting. That she is hot as hell, loves to make love, loves to have me, her lover, and you, her husband, both participate... Where's that drink? I need more courage... I told him that it was an amicable arrangement. That her husband, my best friend for many years, didn't mind sharing his wife with me. In fact he loved watching me fuck her with all that I have. That she cannot resist my approach, my hands on her breasts and crotch, over or under her clothes. I mentioned that we even do fondling and flashing in public sometimes, that we try to look like a couple that just cannot keep their hands off each other. I told him that she fucks like a mink with incredible enthusiasm and stamina."

"Wow, he said he would love to have some arrangement like that. Well, I told him maybe he can. I gave him my permission to approach her tonight, to do whatever she will permit. To kiss her, fondle her, finger her, fuck her, whatever she would let him do. Yes, I sort of gave her away to my friend. And apparently he tried and she accepted. Looks like we will have a slightly larger orgy than usual tonight."

I was appalled. "Terry, what the fuck! We've talked about this, it's caused problems between us, you and me and her. You don't *own* her, she's *my* wife! You think that you can give her body away to someone else? What the fuck!"

"Tommy, you always say that she's her own person, that she can do what she wants to do. You certainly treat her relationship with me that way, that she can have what she wants. Well, if she wants to wander a little further afield....? She wants me to fuck her and she wants you to watch every bit of it. How often does she tell you to watch as my cock sinks into her?"

I remembered the old hippie adage, If you love someone, set them free. If they come back to you, they're yours. I have certainly given Sammie as much freedom as she has asked, and she is still here, still mine. One affair -- hardly a little dalliance, months of fervent fucking with Terry -- well, that seemed to work out. Now she wants to expand the field?

She came back in with our drinks, said she had to go to the kitchen to get two more. I went with her, to have a little talk.

SHE

Tommy came with me to fix the drinks. He did not seem happy. He had seen me in the hallway with Connie. With Connie kissing me. And Connie's hands all over me. And in particular, Connie pumping his hand between my wide-spread legs. He must have known that I was a willing participant in the sensual engagement. A willing recipient of the attentions of yet another man.

Terry could have me any time he wanted me, and he did often. But this, another man, a stranger, with his paws on me, his fingers inside me. He would have his male member inside me soon enough, if my husband would let me off the leash again.

What am I saying? There was no leash with my husband, he never restricted my activities, not even intimate ones that we are playing with here. He wasn't restrictive or jealous. He would let me do what I wanted to do, have what I wanted to have. Or rather, let whoever have me.

I didn't want to broach the subject, though. I let him take the lead. I would answer honestly anything he asked.

HE

I tried not to be confrontational, but this whole situation was a surprise to me. "Are you going to add Connie to our activities? You've already made a start at it, that scene in the hall. Do you want him to have you tonight?"

"Yes, I think I want to. He is so fine, isn't he just gorgeous? And he touches me and kisses me wonderfully, I melt." She put her hand on my arm and stared at her shoes. "Yes, I want Connie to have me tonight. Is that okay with you?"