Here is the next episode of my Loving Wives entry for Squishypussy. I extend my grateful thank you to all who have sent in kind notes of appreciation of my writing and asking for the next episode. This is my first endeavor at writing anything for public consumption since school (long ago!), so I'm very pleased it's liked. I'll keep working on this story to the finale, and then see what comes next. I have ample real life experiences to write about, so it's sort of cheating I guess, no great imagination needed. Down the road apiece I'll take a shot at total erotic fiction. Thank you all again for your time and courtesy! Squishypuss_Miner.
Chapter Two: The Plan Bears Fruit
For the next month or so Erin and I got more and more interested in bringing fruition to my fantasy of her being taken by another man. Many of the sexcapades we enjoyed during this period would bring up the imagery of Erin impaled on another guy's cock, or her having sex someplace with a guy and coming home to me and straddling my face with her flooded pussy, the combined sex juices rolling out on my face and tongue as I devoured her bottom. Erin experienced intense orgasms as we painted these erotic pictures in story form.
The reality was that though I had my buddy Paul in mind as the other guy, the idea didn't root with Erin. Erin felt that we were too close and that engaging in sexual frolics with Paul could ruin the friendship, and maybe our marriage. It was risky and she wasn't comfortable. "Who then," I'd ask. We could not think of a soul we could trust or consider for the ultimate sharing of good times.
Paul was never aware that I was plotting his being sacrificed to the great volcano Erinpussy. He was at our home often, particularly during the weeks I was renovating the apartment, he lent his valuable knowledge and skills to the effort, as well as his sweat and blood. We were closer than brothers.
It was late spring now; warm days, new life budding all around the landscaping and park area, windows wide with the fresh, clean air swirling in on light breezes. Baseball season was well underway and many an evening Paul and I would be stationed in our customary box seat before my TV, beers in hand, munchies strewn in our laps. Erin was also a fan and would occasionally join us, especially if our team's archrivals were the opposition that night.
And so it was one night that we were just so set in our home. It had been a long day for me, I had worked a double shift and was even dozing during the close contest being played on television out on our team's home field. I wasn't concerned, I was off the next day, but I was beat. Sedating myself further with a nice cold beer didn't help my attention to the game.
Paul, Erin and I were sprawled on the furniture in the living room. I was on my throne, my big leather recliner, and Paul was leaning back into the big puffy back and side of the matching couch, his legs stretched out into the middle of the living room floor.
Erin was laying on her side and partially propped-up on the opposite end of the couch next to Paul. She had joined us after putting away the supper dishes from the terrific London broil she'd made for the three of us earlier. Besides being a hottie wife, she was an excellent cook. Erin was dressed in her usual pastel colored short polo shirt, jersey short shorts and sandals, thus showing off her fine womanly attributes, especially her large, firm breasts that were barely contained by the light brassiere she had on beneath the polo, and which did nothing to conceal Erin's perpetually erect nipples. This was in a time before the advent of thongs, but Erin wore the skimpiest undies when she wore the shorts so that her nice round butt was accented nicely and unbroken by hemlines of panties. When she'd move her legs on the couch, if you happened to be glancing in the right direction, which of course I was quite often, and in which direction I caught Paul stealing more than a couple of peeks as well, you could see up Erin's shorts' pant leg and spy her satin-covered puss within them.
I was dozing, as I mentioned, and with the angle my recliner was at, I could observe Paul out of the corner of my left eye and see all of Erin but her head, which was obscured by the recliner back. As I lay in apparent slumber, I peeked and saw Paul looking over at Erin periodically as she yelled at the visually challenged ump's on the TV. Paul sipped his beer and at one time I'd swear I saw him adjust his crotch as he stole a quick glance toward me. I feigned snoozing. Paul secretly and quickly squeezed his hand down into his jeans and adjusted his manhood inside them, and then went back to watching the game, sipping his beer. I looked and took notice that Paul's jean crotch was taught, filled with his enlarged penis. I smiled to myself and thought, "Yup...Erin's having her usual effect!"
A short while later it was the top of the ninth and our guys were ahead now 8-3 and that was the end of the game, for all intents and purposes. I was now really groggy and occasionally caught myself starting to snore. I got up and apologized to Erin and Paul and told them I was shot and headed to the sack, I'd see them later in the morning when Paul was to come back and help me change out the sink in the kitchen. I gave Erin a quick kiss goodnight and gave Paul a glancing shot off the top of his head as I passed him and he raised one leg and half tripped me. I hit the bathroom and took care of business and oral hygiene. Stripping down to my tighty-whities, I flopped in the bed and never even felt the pillow, I was out.
Dammit!! I swatted at the pesky friggin' critter that kept landing on my cheek and walking around tickling it. It kept returning. I came half awake now, determined to terminate this little bastard! The room was in darkness with just a slight courtyard light glow coming in the single window and around the thick curtains. All was silent. I was under the covers and began to detect the heat coming from Erin's side of the bed, and it seemed of a higher temperature than usual, and almost felt humid. I could hear her regular breathing, she seemed to be facing me, but she was just a dark shape against the window glow. There it was again! Stupid bug! I swatted and was confused and then surprised when my hand landed on Erin's hand that was at my face. It was she who was tickling my face!
Erin giggled, "It took you long enough to wake up," she said, "I thought you were unconscious for the duration."
"What the hell is that?" I asked.
"I pulled out one of the pillow feathers and was stroking your face with it for the past fifteen minutes or so," she explained.
"Why!?" I groaned. "I was pooped and I have that damned kitchen to do later."
Erin snuggled up closer, her head on the pillow next to mine now, her face near my left ear. I was not wrong; her body was giving off tremendous heat. As she got against my side I could feel her soft titties crush against my side and chest and the sparse fur patch on her mons crinkled against my left thigh. It almost felt damp? Erin put her arm across my chest and pulled herself close and licked my left ear and nuzzled the left side of my neck, kissing it.
"Oh, okay...you can go back to sleep then," she crooned. "I just had something I needed to tell you that I thought you might not want me to wait 'til morning for."
"What? What happened, that stupid sink leaking again?" I asked, dreading having to get up to check the situation and mess about with the damned rusted connections again.
"Uh uh," Erin said in her little girl voice, "it's not the sink that's leaking," she giggled. "It's something else. It's me, my pussy seems to have sprung a leak, and it's overflowing."
"Oh, I see...you require a plumber do you?" I said with a grin as I rolled to face my wife.
"Yes," she said, "one who can stop the leak because the first guy only made it worse," and Erin grasped my head with both hands and pulled me toward her so she could give me one hot, intense kiss, her tongue almost shoving my own down my throat.
Erin's approach got my engine revved-up immediately. I could feel my cock standing-to already and I was now fully awake. I kissed Erin back and wrapped my arms around her. We were both under the covers of the bed and the temperature skyrocketed now, heat emanating out around our shoulders carrying with it the unmistakable scent of Erin's passion, and...what? There was something else I couldn't quite identify, a muskier aroma. As I kissed Erin and we locked our tongues alternately in each other's mouth, I also detected an unusual flavor and scent on her face. I reached down with my right hand and squeezed Erin's left tit in it and felt the barb-hard nipple poke my palm. Her flesh was like molten steel it was so hot, and damp with perspiration.
Erin pulled her face away and looked at me in the brightening room. It must be almost daylight, I thought.
"Ummm, oooooo, yeah, I have a bad leak and the other plumber only made the situation worse when he worked on it," Erin said.
"Is that so?" I asked. "And now you need the master plumber to get the pipes cleared, eh?" I played along.
"Yes. Here, give me your hand and I can show you where it's leaking," Erin said, as she took my hand and slowly drew it down between us to her pussy and placed it between her legs. She was on fire, and absolutely awash in oils down there. The aroma blasted upward as I moved the covers to reach down. "You see, it's a really bad leak," Erin said, almost with bated breath, or lightly panting.
This was a different approach for Erin for sure. It has been ages since she awakened me in the middle of the night to fuck. But she sure was fired-up tonight, and I was now as well, and intended not to blow the opportunity.
