Bess

When Deidre got back from her weekend in Chicago she gave her best friend Charlene a call.

"Hey Char," Deidre said into the phone. "Are you free any time this week? I'd like to talk with you."

"There isn't any trouble, is there?" Charlene asked.

"Not really but I'd really like to talk with you."

"Okay. How about lunch Friday? 1 o'clock at Sergio's."

"Good. See you there."

Charlene was Deidre's oldest friend. They met in middle school and continued being close ever since. Even though they went to different colleges and took different career paths, the friendship never wavered. Charlene became an art teacher but had since branched out. She owned her own small art gallery and exhibited some of her own art there. They were in each other's weddings and were each godparent to one of their children. Charlene was there for Deidre when Joe left her and was the first one Deidre told about Scott. Deidre was there for Charlene when her mom died suddenly. They were more like sisters than friends and they had shared their dreams, hopes and fears with each other. There were no secrets between them.

Deidre showed up just after 1 and found Charlene seated in a back corner booth. "You're looking good," she said, kissing her cheek.

Charlene was wearing a gray knit dress that hugged her figure. She had a figure any forty year old would envy. As a former gymnast, she was always petite but she claimed that growing boobs cut short her career. As always though, her raven hair was pulled back in some kind of bun, one that appeared hurriedly put together.

"You're looking good yourself. There is something different about you. Hair color? Lost weight?"

"No, I wish I lost weight," Deidre laughed as she sat down.

Charlene couldn't put her finger on it but there was something different about her friend that made you notice. Deidre was dressed in a navy blue knit skirt with an empire waist that just showed her cleavage. A small pearl necklace with matching earrings really added to the look.

The lunch was excellent and the two had a great time catching up on everything from the kids to work to Carly's up coming wedding. It felt good for both of them.

"Ok, why did you call me?" Charlene asked. "Is there something wrong?"

Deidre put her fork down and said, "Char, I'm in love, passionately, deeply in love."

Charlene laughed. "Well, two questions then. Do I know him? And does he love you?" she asked with a smile.

"I'm serious, Char. It is Scott, my husband."

"I don't understand. This a problem?"

"For the last year, I feel so alive and sexy too. I feel I could make love to him every day. I sleep in the nude because I want nothing between us. If we don't make love then I need him to hold me, touch me. It is more than just sex. I feel so alive, so good when I'm with him."

"I still don't understand," Charlene said shaking her head.

"I feel really good about myself and it seems other people have noticed it too. People have hit on me. And I like it but when they do it, it just makes me want Scott more."

"Why shouldn't men hit on you? You look great. You should feel good about it."

"Well, last weekend, a woman, a friend of Bess' came on to me." Deidre looked down at her plate and then back up. "And I let her do me."

"Oh my God, Dee! You had sex with her?" Charlene said. "Tell me about. Did you like it?"

Deidre told her everything, every detail. Charlene squirmed in her seat. She was slightly jealous as one of her deep fantasies was to see what it was like to make love to a woman and that woman was her best friend. Now her best friend had felt confident enough to actually do it.

"I'm not sorry I tried it. Yes, I liked it but when she left me alone in the bed I knew I wanted more. Not her but Scott. I needed to feel him, his arms around me, to finish me, and it would have been perfect."

"Does Scott know?"

"No, he doesn't," Deidre answered. "I haven't told him yet but I will. It was a one time thing."

Charlene took Deidre's hand. "I envy you. It sounds like you have a wonderful love life and with your husband no less. You were willing to try something new and different. You are pretty lucky."

"Lucky? Charlene, I'm forty years old and I'm acting like a horny teenager. I'm not confusing love with lust either. Do you think I'm going through 'the change'? Should I go to the doctor's?"

"No! Since I've known you, you have always been the sensible one compared to me. You're letting your feelings make decisions for you now and it's a little scary. Look at the results. You seem to be the happiest I've ever seen you. I say, 'you go girl' and enjoy it. You're in love with the man of your dreams. You deserve this."

"Scott and I are going to the Bahamas for two weeks, alone. I'm so excited about it that I'm actually a little afraid. Afraid of what I might do. Afraid I won't want to come back."

Charlene raised her glass. "To our husbands and lovers...may they never meet but in your case." Over the clinking of glasses, you could hear the two women laugh.

Deidre could not believe the house that Nancy allowed them to stay in at the Bahamas. Three of the four sides faced the ocean allowing a perfect view. The deck overlooked the beach that was about 150 yards away. There was a wooden walk way to the beach and about halfway was a screen house that had a king size bed in it. It was more than she imagined.

She stood on the deck and let the late morning sun caress her body. The ocean breeze was light and brought freshness to the air. Her body felt alive to the feelings and still tingled after last night's amazing love making. She was naked and had decided that she would remain that way for as long as she could. She liked the way she felt, free, open, and ready.

Scott came up behind her and put his arms around her. She reached behind her and pulled him close. She could feel his nakedness. Pushing her head back on his chest, she said, " Great view."

"It certain is," he replied and he kissed her neck.

"I meant the beach," she laughed.

Deidre leaned forward and waved to a young woman down on the beach. She waved back. It was Marie who was from Montreal and she was here on her honeymoon with her husband, Jean. Deidre and Scott met them yesterday.

Yesterday Deidre and Scott went down the long wooden walk to their own private beach. Deidre had bought a few bathing suits with her and today she had on a metallic blue bikini. It was one she knew that she would never wear any place else. The top barely covered her nipples and hardly held in her breasts. The bottom was very skimpy. So skimpy that she had to shave her pussy. Not all of it as she left behind what the suit would cover. After the first day, the top was gone and she knew the bottom would soon be going.

She had convinced Scott to wear one of the French cut swimsuits. He argued at first but gave in. When she told him he needed a trim he changed his mind. She did her best to change it back so there he was, wearing the suit. He was sitting next to her, reading a book. After a bit a couple in their mid 20's years wandered on to the beach, spread their blanket about 60 feet away and stripped. The girl was cute, a bit pudgy, with nice tits. They were all soon soaking the rays.

Scott started to get up.

"Hey, where are you going?" Deidre asked.

"To tell them this is a private beach," he explained. "They can find someplace else."

She touched his arm. "It's okay. They aren't hurting anyone. Let them stay."

Scott went back to reading his book for a while and when Deidre looked back their way she was totally surprised. The young woman was lying on her back and the man was between her legs licking her pussy.

She nudged Scott and they watched quietly. The girl was moaning and quivering, at times she was pulling on her nipples, at others she was pulling his face into her pussy. She acted like they were all alone. After a bit, time seemed suspended as she came in a moaning, shuddering orgasm. The man rolled over and picked up his drink while she lay there with a glazed look in her eyes.

Scott had a serious hard on, as did the guy. He said he had to cool off and got up to walk down the beach. Deidre sat there, her pussy leaving a damp spot on her suit. She slipped off her bikini bottom and spread her legs. The breeze felt good on her pussy. She casually glanced toward the other couple to see what would happen next. All the time she was amazed that the man did not touch his cock although she could see it was hard and throbbing. She unconsciously licked her lips. The woman just lay there like she was down for the count, legs spread, wet pussy gleaming.

Deidre thought well, maybe he'd get his reward tonight. Deidre noticed that his cock never really went down. She gave a few quick glances his way and he seemed to have some kind of ring at the end of it. For the life of her, Deidre couldn't figure out what it was. Soon the woman revived and started reading a magazine.

Scott came back with his suit in his hand and whispered, "I can't watch much more of that."

The sexual tension was up between Deidre and Scott as they talked quietly about their new neighbors. She asked him if he noticed that young man had a ring at his cock's head. Scott laughed. "I wasn't looking at him!" Scott's own cock was at half-mast and dripping pre-cum. When Deidre glanced back at the couple, the woman was softly rubbing her pussy with her right hand.

The guy seemed unaware and was watching something further down the beach. Deidre was somewhat mesmerized as the girl began to rub her pussy. At times she rubbed the lips and then she would spend a little time concentrating on her clit. Deidre was watching this from about 60 feet away and it was one of the most erotic things she had ever seen.

Scott was deep into his book, trying to act calm so she bumped his knee and motioned toward the neighbor, and put a finger to her lips lest they spoil the show. Scott's cock quickly sprung to life and was now fully hard and throbbing. The man, Jean, turned back and saw what was taking place with his wife. He started to slowly stroke his cock as he watched his wife get more and more into rubbing her clit.

Scott looked over at Deidre and she had her legs nearly closed, but her hand between her upper thighs. The neighbor was beginning to hump her butt up and down and rub her pussy more frantically as her moans grew louder. Deidre had her eyes glued to the scene before her and had opened her legs and began to play with her clit in earnest. She sighed quietly.

Here they were an older couple with a couple of 20 year olds next to them, all masturbating like they were all alone. The man leaned over and began to kiss his wife while she continued to moan and play with her pussy.

Deidre was getting more and more into her own thing, so Scott turned to her, dropped to his knees and buried his face between her thighs. Her pussy was dripping as he sucked on her lips and began to flick his tongue lightly over her clit. She tasted fantastic and the new smoothness of her pussy caused Scott to want more.

Deidre began to tell him what was happening with the other couple in between her own moans of pleasure. "She's coming, she's coming," she cried, and then she began to shudder through her own orgasm. "Oh God, Baby, Yes. Don't stop," she moaned Her leg clamping tightly to his head as she begged him to stop just as she was begging for more just a few minutes before.

Scott sat back and looked around. There were 2 satisfied women and 2 guys with raging hard cocks.

They looked at each other, the young man grinned and went back to stroking his cock. To Scott's surprise and great satisfaction Deidre dropped down and began to suck his cock. It felt so great as she tongued the head and then slid the full length down her throat.

The other man had his eyes glued on them as he pumped his cock while the girl was beginning to come around after her orgasm. He pointed and apparently asked for the same treatment. She smiled and got on her hands and knees. She reached and placed a finger in the cock ring. She began to pull on it. It was attached to rod that had small knobs on it and it began to slide out of Jean's cock.

Scott suddenly realized that rod was inside his cock and that was why he had an erection for so long. The girl pulled on the ring as she stroked his cock. She pulled the rod completely out of his cock and his cock began to spew his cum.

That was the final straw. Scott began to shoot his load into Deidre's mouth as she greedily swallowed trying to keep up. "Yes, Babe. Take it all!"

After a few minutes Scott and Deidre walked down for a short swim to wash the cum off. As they came out of the water the neighbors were headed in. The two couples smiled as they passed. When they came out Deidre invited them over. They were a little hesitant at first, but soon relaxed. Deidre and the young woman hit it off right away and they soon were talking like old friends. It seemed she was somewhat of an exhibitionist and he liked to watch her in action.

The hour grew late so they said their good-byes.

"I hope we can see more of each other," Marie said with a twinkle in her eye.

"Oh, I think we will," Deidre smiled back.

As they headed back towards the house, Scott asked, "What was that all about?"

"What?" answered Deidre.

"I saw that little exchange between you and Marie. What's going on?"

"This," Deidre said, grabbing his hand. They stepped into the screened house and she pushed him onto the bed. She straddled him and began to rub her soaked pussy along his semi-hard cock. "I'm so hot right now. I need you in my pussy."

It didn't take much coaxing for Scott's cock to respond. Deidre rocked her hips and she felt the tip against her opening. She pushed back and he easily slipped into her. "Oh," she gasped. "You feel so good."

Deidre sat up so she could have the full length of Scott in her. She wriggled her hips and pressed down on him. She began to grind her clit on him. "Oh, babe, it feels so fuckin' good. I want it to last forever."

Scott slowly began to move his hips up and down, moving his cock only a few inches. He could feel her pussy clench, and then release him. He placed his hands on her breasts and rolled his thumbs over her erect nipples. "Take it slow baby. Let it build. We have all the time in the world."

It was true. It seemed that time had stood still for them and nothing else matter but their own pleasure. Deidre could feel the warm setting sun on her back and the sea breeze caused her skin to tingle as it gently caressed her. The feeling within her body was beginning to build and try as she might to control them; her hips began to move in rhythm with Scott.

They began to move faster with Deidre rising up until only the tip of his cock was in her and sliding down his length. It felt so good and she could feel her orgasm building. It was going to be a good one, one of many that she wanted. The feeling spread from her pussy as she moved faster.

"Oh baby, it's going to be good," she moaned. Deidre leaned forward to put her weigh on her arms.

Scott grabbed her breasts and squeezed. "Come on babe. Let go."

Deidre wanted to stretch it out, make it stronger, last longer but her body was not hers to control. The squishing of pussy juices became louder as she moved faster. Beads of sweat formed on her skin as the feeling grew.

Her orgasm came faster and harder that she expected. Her hips moved up and down as she tried to ride it out. She let out a long loud moan. It felt great.

Suddenly on the last up stroke, Scott's cock popped out of her pussy, leaving it empty and wanting. "No, oh no!" she groaned. Her orgasm, which started out so good, began to subside. She collapsed on Scott's chest and grounded her pussy against him, hoping against hope to somehow get his cock back in her. "No, no," Deidre sobbed, unsatisfied.

Scott knew exactly what she wanted and he wanted it too. A minute ago the sexiest woman in the world was riding his cock and was about to have a wonderful orgasm. He needed to give it to her.

He hooked his arms under hers and rolled her onto her back. Moving his arms to her legs, he pushed them back towards the bed. In this position, Deidre's glistening pussy was wide open and inviting. Effortlessly, he entered her, filling her completely, his balls slapping her ass. They locked their eyes on each other. The two of them were completely in sync, overcome by the need to reach a sexual high.

"Sweet Jesus!" Deidre cried out as Scott began to piston in and out of her. "Fuck me. Fuck me hard!"

Quickly the feeling began to spread over her but this time it was like nothing she ever felt. Her skin began to tingle and her breathing became shorter. She locked her legs around Scott and ran her hands down his back, across his ass and back again. She tried to talk but nothing but moans escaped her lips.

When she came, it overwhelmed her senses. "I'M CUMMING!" she screamed and she arched her back, nearly lifting Scott off her. The tent seemed to turn red as she thrashed under him. She moaned and whimpered, unable to form words. It went on and on, unlike anything before. As one ended, another one rode over it.

"Dee, are you OK?" Scott asked softly.

She tried to answer but no words would form. How could she tell him that she was more than OK. She seemed to be a sexual haze as her body continued to spasm. She tossed her head from side to side trying to catch her breath. She spread her arms out to the side and shook them.

"Babe, are you all right?" There was more urgency in his voice.

Deidre opened her eyes and looked into his face. She placed her hands along side his face. "I'm...fine," she gasped and then kissed him hard. As they kissed, Deidre could feel his hard cock move slowly in her. She began to move her hips to match him.

Scott moved faster, going deeper with each stroke. Again the feeling began to build. She knew she couldn't stop it. "Oh no, not again, no," Deidre moaned. She wasn't sure she could take it. She wanted it. She needed it badly

Again she came hard. "Yes, yes. Oh God, fuck me! Keep fucking me," she screamed as it swept over her. Her pussy clenched against his cock. Again her body was out of her control as her orgasm roared over her. Her pussy juices flooded the bed. Her arms and legs clamped around Scott.

Scott couldn't hold back no longer and as he came, he let out a primal scream. He filled her with his cum and then collapsed, out of breath.

Deidre didn't remember going up to the house and being placed in the bed. Everything was a delicious fog. When she awoke, she just lay there, staring at the ceiling and listening to Scott softly snore. She thought to herself, "All my fears are coming true. I'm becoming a sex fiend, for my husband." She clasped her hands behind her head and gave out a little chuckle. "There could be worst things."