The Queen Of Porn

As often before, they had spent a relaxed, pleasant evening together. Janine had prepared a deceptively simple but tasty meal, heightened by some choice wines out of Tom's growing collection of Australian Reds.

Inevitably, the men's talk after dinner had shifted to their shared professional interests as civil engineers, while the women had drifted away, first to the kitchen and then into Janine's study. No excuses or explanations were necessary, for they were more than just social acquaintances.

Tom and Eric had been fellow students and close friends at university, while Janine and Lexia had been intimate friends since school, and then as Arts students at university.

Now in their forties, an added factor had strengthened their friendship as couples.

Tom, after graduating as a civil engineer, started work at Melbourne City as a municipal engineer. It became his successful and rewarding career.

Tom met Janine, the daughter of a couple his parents knew from church, when he was twenty-five. She was twenty-three, an attractive, serious young woman, unattached and career-minded; she worked on the editorial staff of a local publisher. Without going through a whirlwind romance, they married, with Lexia, her apparently out-of-character best friend, as bridesmaid.

Eric, in contrast, joined an international construction firm. For the next twenty years, he worked as an on-site engineer on major projects all over the world. His private life was far from celibate, but he never stayed anywhere for long enough to get married.

Throughout the years, he kept up his contact with Tom by e-mail and home visits. Finally, three years ago, Eric was promoted into a key management position in the Australian branch of his firm.

At his welcome-home party at Tom and Janine, he met Lexia and promptly succumbed not only to the allure of her sexy ass and almost tumbling-out boobs but also her easy charm and wits. Within five months they married; with Janine being -- for the second time already -- Lexia's bridesmaid.

Tonight, at the end of a well-spent evening the close friends were nursing their last drinks. Janine, in her elegant, ancle-length caftan, with her legs pulled up, was affectionally leaning on Tom on their sofa. On the settee opposite lounged Eric and Lexia. He, totally at ease, had his hand over one of her bra-free, generously displayed breasts.

But Lexia's attention was not on Eric fondling her boob. Her eyes, with a knowing smile flitted between Tom and Janine. Tom clearly wanted to hide looking longingly at Lexia's glorious tits. They were, resting on the folds of her by Eric's groping crinkled up blouse, almost fully in sight. As she leaned back into Eric's arms, her blouse slipped down over an aroused perky nipple.

Janine, apparently undisturbed, noticed and grinned, which Lexia acknowledged with a wink. Tom, just as on earlier occasions, did not suspect he was toyed with.

Lexia seemed to love tempting him. And Janine, his wife of more than twenty years, never showed any jealousy or concern.

Janine - now some years ago - had confessed to Lexia -- with an embarrassed chuckle - that she was occasionally writing and publishing "naughty, erotic stories"

She explained:

"You know, Lexia, from our uni-days, that I wanted to become a writer.

"Instead, I've become an editor, sitting at home over my computer to proof and knock into shape the drafts of predominantly romance novels my boss assigns me.

"After working one day on an especially cloying, steamy, suggestion-laden script, I angrily sat down in the evening on my laptop.

"I rewrote the shit I had worked on all day. Following its story, setting, and awful characters, I used for the first time in my life every raw, beautiful sex word the authoress had coyly avoided. I described every action, every depraved predilection of her awful characters in enthused, vividly imagined detail. And then... was it in a burst of spite or pride in what I'd done,... I don't know,... I posted it under an invented name to a web porn publisher, to Literotica. "

Lexia burst into delighted laughter, "You nerdy slut! What happened then?"

"They published my story within days!... I was stunned! What I had written as a diatribe, attracted as porn twenty-eight thousand readers in its first week. It was judged as 'Hot', at an average of 4.86 out of 5, on the marks readers had given.

"And a naughty wag commented that 'Sinoptima' - the name I had chosen -- should be crowned Literotica's new Queen of Porn!"

Lexia, after enthusiastically congratulating Janine, wanted to know more:

"Surely, after such success and applause, you couldn't stop writing such stories?... Naughty you!... Did you... Are you enjoying being so bloody good at it, being a Queen of Porn?"

Janine blushed:

"You know me better than I knew myself, Lexia. I was flattered, yes! So, I began to submit more stories... At first, I often based them on the worst of the vanilla Chick-lit stories I was paid to edit.

"But then, to even greater success, I switched to people, stories and settings of my own invention. Therefore, if you read my stories -- you are going to, aren't you - the sexual orgies, the cheating and swapping, the inventive, raw and varied sex Sinoptima is now known for, is all a product of my depraved, filthy mind!"

I'll drink to that!" giggled Lexia.

"Except for you, Lexia," continued Janine with a grin, "I couldn't imagine the people I know best... my extended family or Tom... especially Tom... ever being like the people in my so successful stories."

"But what about yourself?... You, with your dirty imagination?... And yes, me, your slutty friend with her sexy-naughty husband?" Lexia grinned.

Janine refused to answer. But after some giggling and humming and hawing they decided to put Tom to the test. It could be for the realism in Janine's writing, they joked, inspirational to watch if and how Lexia could seduce Janine's decent and -- so the women believed - sexually unadventurous husband.

It started a game were Lexia - always in Janine's presence -- flirted quite openly with Tom. It began with meaningful looks, sly words, and an occasional, accidental touching. But Tom was slow to respond.

Encouraged by Janine, Lexia raised the ante. She began to kiss and rub up to him every time she arrived and left and, while there, shamelessly showed off her sexy tits and ass being in states of slovenly undress. As Lexia became -- without having intended to -- more and more turned on by the game, she began, whenever possible, to flash him her pussy between carelessly spread legs.

With Janine agreeing, Lexia loved doing it. Neither was being married to Eric a hindrance.

For he, much less of an innocent than Tom, watched Lexia's so obvious putting out with amusement. Without knowing the reasons behind the charade, Eric loved his wife's apparent eagerness to have with Tom some extra-marital fun.

Although not particularly attracted by Janine, he aimed to be part of the potentially developing mix. But unlike Lexia's flirting with a spellbound horny Tom, Janine's eyes passed over him, showing no interest. He could only look at her, lounging on the opposite sofa, admire her fine chiseled, intelligent face as she talked. But then, noticing her delicate feet sexily wriggling as they stuck out of her nun-like dress, he did not give up hope.

When they left to go home, out in the car he reached across to open her door. Lexia sliding into the seat, let her skirt ruck up to her crotch. Still bending in, Eric parted her thighs, and put his hand closed on the moist warmth of her pussy.

"You hussy!" he grumbled, "Your pussy is all wet from flashing it and your tits at poor Tom!"

"Are you jealous?... Or does it turn you on too?"

As he had started the car and was pulling out on the road, she paused. But then, she reached across to get a feel of Eric's rising erection:

"I thought so." Lexia murmured, "I don't think you would punish me for fucking Tom. Would you?" Then she burst into a peal of laughter.

In their house, newer and much larger than Tom's and Janine's, the garage door lifted on command, closing once they were in. Eric got quickly out of the car. Hurrying to the passenger-side he opened the door and held out his hand with a gentlemanly bow. But as Lexia, reached for it and quite un-Lady-like swung out her legs, Eric pulled her up into a fiery kiss and embrace.

With both hands under her skirt on her squirming ass, he pressed her pussy onto his rampant erection. As he shifted down her panties he scowled:

"I'm going to fuck you right now, you hussy, all hot for a strange cock!... This randy, hot cunt of yours is just waiting... begging to be fucked!... Isn't it?... Tell me!"

Lexia only moaned but her hands - feverishly at work on his belt and his zip - signaled her consent. And when he released her, it was she that pressed her breasts and her spread out arms on the Audi's warm hood. And he, after smacking twice her voluptuous, now so ripe, womanly ass, rammed his cock in two thrusts into her hotly shivering cunt.

And then, over long minutes, Lexia's panting and slavering song of "Yes! Yes! Yes, Eric!... Fuck me, fuck this cunt... this hot cheating cunt!... Yes, harder, God, harder, Erik, harder!... Make my naughty cunt sing,... God, make me, make me cum!" reverberated from the concrete walls of the garage.

Later, while they were recovering still half undressed in their lounge-room with a whisky as nightcap, Erik, filled with post-coital pride grinned and suddenly asked:

"Do you think Tom is going to fuck you better than I?"

Lexia giggled and shrugged her shoulder:

"I don't know... I think it could be interestingly different; not necessarily better or worse. Every man is different... As is every woman, as you well know... And the shy and gentle ones, like Tom and Janie, often surprise you."

"That would not be true of Janine, I believe. I think there is only a dry old stick hiding in these shapeless dresses."

Lexia smiled:

"It just shows how wrong even a seasoned skirt chaser like you can be. I know for a fact, there is a tasty, very nice figure under that dress."

She hesitated for a moment. But then, thinking how things were developing and how much she wanted Janie included in a possible swap, Lexia decided to break the secret:

"And you'd be surprised what is behind Janie's calm, serious face. There lurks a very naughty... a very alive dirty mind you would love!"

"You are joking! How do you know?"

"You can find out for yourself, Darling,... I'll give you her code name!... Read the stories she writes under it for Literotica. Janie has been, for a few years now, one of Literotica's most read contributors of erotic and pornographic stories... It's her secret; only I -- and now you -- know!"

"What about Tom?"

"God, no!... It would, I believe, put a big question mark over the sex -- or lack of it - in their twenty-year marriage. As a decent, shy little wife, Janie probably left all sexual initiatives to Tom."

As they went to bed, Lexia knew she needed to say no more. She knew that Eric would over the coming days do some reading. She was sure that Sinoptima's sensuous stories would turn him on as much as they excited her.

It nevertheless irked her that Eric said nothing about his reaction.

So, after a fortnights' silence on the topic of Janine's possible seducability, Lexia lost her patience. After a lengthy bout of intensive fucking and love play, she felt the mood was right to break the silence.

With her hand lovingly embracing Eric's still half-erect cock, Lexia whispered her suggestion:

"I think we should invite Tom and Janine over for dinner and,... perhaps,... some after-dinner fun?"

"You want to flush your sexy tits and pussy again at poor old Tom?" grinned Eric.

"Oh, I might just rub up on him when they arrive, and then not let him go!"

Lexia grinned mischievously:

"But that will leave you stuck with Janine; with his 'dry stick of a wife', as you called her."

"I'll sacrifice myself; I'd be good." nodded Eric... Perhaps, with her watching you and Tom carry on like love birds, she'll soften and join in the fun."

With their plot for a full on, sexual engagement with Tom and Janine silently agreed on, it was left to Lexia to invite them. She found it difficult to decide whether she should send them the usual text, or whether she should have a talk with Janine and confess what she and Eric had in mind.

Knowing about both, the flaming, lascivious desires Janine infuses in her triumphantly pornographic stories, as well as the origins of her apparent asexuality in her appearance and behavior, Lexia decided against a warning her call.

They had been close friends from primary school on. But when Lexia in her early teens -- like other girls in their friendship group -- started to grow keenly awaited breasts and soon after had their first menstruation, Janine was left behind. For another three years, Janine kept her elfin-like figure and was unaffected by the pubescence stresses and formative misdemeanors of her friends.

Being a bright, popular student and as a runner one of the top athletes in the school protected her from being bullied as an outsider. But when eventually her body changed into a woman's, she was again alone and not ready to welcome it.

At university she was known for -- besides her witty articles in the student paper -- for her bulky jumpers and baggy trousers. She was also politely disinterested in boys. Not that they beleaguered her like Lexia, who learned from one of her successful pursuers that the boys had decided her friend was uninteresting; she was for them the 'No tits, no ass, no fun Janine!'

Except for the fun, perhaps, Lexia knew this was untrue. She often went for a swim with Janine in the university's pool. In undressing, Janine looked long and obviously admiringly at Lexia's firm large boobs with their irascible nipples and sexy aureole rings. While Lexia happily stretched them out to be admired, the thought that Janie might be a Lesbian entered her mind. The possibility did not disturb her; she herself, every time she looked at Janie's perky little titties, felt a lustful itch in her pussy.

Janine would all too quickly pull up her one-piece bathers and press her randy little jewels into an innocuous flatness. Still, even her unflattering bathers could not hide the womanly spread of her pelvis, the sinuous bulge of her pubes, and the delectably round firmness of Janie's ass.

The sexy memories, the reading of her stories, and that Janie had so happily agreed to have Tom driven made by his unchaste desires, made Lexia decide not to warn her.

The time was ripe, she thought, to shock Janie out of her protective shell. She needed to be, in their company, openly seduced and propositioned, and then as comprehensively, sinfully, and repeatedly fucked and pleasured as the characters in her stories.

The texted invitation was gladly accepted. When they arrived, Eric and Lexia welcomed them at the door. Tom had brought a choice bottle of his reds and a bottle of Aquavit.

As soon as he handed them over to Eric, Lexia rushed in to claim him with a kiss and sexy hug. They followed, still clinging together, Eric and Janine -- with the bottles in his hands they had only fleetingly kissed - into the hallway. Eric deposited the wine in the kitchen. Holding on to the Aquavit he returned.

Janine -- it being the middle of Melbourne's winter -- wore black, loose slacks and a Norwegian ski jumper. In putting his arm around her, Eric's hand slipped quite inadvertently under her jumper. As it touched through the thin cloth of a blouse the warmth of her skin, Janine gasped and momentarily froze. But then she let it rest as Eric lead her, not only in the loungeroom, but past a chair she would have chosen, to sit with him on the large L-shape couch.

Tom and Lexia followed. As they sat down on the shorter part of the sofa, Lexia gave Janie a knowing smile just as Eric, murmuring an ambiguous "Sorry, Janie" withdrew his hand from her midriff.

He unscrewed its top and put the Aquavit on the coffee table. A bottle of Scotch and four tumblers were already there. Pouring a generous measure into the waiting glasses, he handed them to his friends.

Lexia offered the toast. While Tom's hand crept up closer to her breast, she raised her glass, "To us... and a wicked evening!"

They emptied their glasses and held them out to be refilled. When Eric sat down again, Janine surprised him; she neither moved away when their thighs touched nor hindered his hand slipping in deep under her jumper.

As they talked and joked about everyday things, their bodies send out quite different messages. Tom's hand was on one of Lexia's arching out breasts, tweaking a rousing nipple into turmoil. And under her brief skirt, her thighs had begun to impatiently spread and twist.

Even Janine, by occasionally leaning in closer and then lounging back, let Eric's hand slide up higher under her jumper until it cupped -- rousingly appreciative -- her sweet perky breast. Looking across at her husband and Lexia, and then, with sultry lowered eyes at the growing bulge in Eric's pants, she felt the first hot flush in her hungry pussy.

Then the doorbell rang, and Eric had to get up. Somewhat hindered by his rampant erection, he walked to the entrance to accept the Uber delivery of a rather sumptuous meal for four from their favorite Italian restaurant.

He and Lexia had wisely decided not to waste their energy with avoidable cooking and preparations.

Now all of them helped in setting up the table. In the to and fro between dining room and kitchen, in their passing each other and bending over bench and table in arranging the food, plates and glasses, they never set aside their carnal intentions and allow a break in mood. They touched and groped each other -- as often their marriage partners as their lusted for targets - with laughter and joking, whenever an opportunity offered.

Janine, whilst still more restrained than Lexia, was not spoiling the fun. When things heated up -- only partly from the house' central heating - Janie surrendered her jumper. Her silky blouse underneath was neither transparent nor translucent. But with no bra underneath, the way her perky nipples tented the sensuous cloth was knowingly, shamelessly enticing.

They sat down for their feast. Surprising, without having agreed to, close to their marriage partners.

It could have been their desire to flirt across the table while eating. But equally so, it could have been the outcome of their preceding lustful play. For Tom had pressed his rock-hard cock against Janie's ass as she bent over the table arranging the cutlery. And later, in the kitchen, while his hand had groped Lexia's ass, Janie's tongue had speared into his mouth for a hot, totally new to him, kiss.

And Eric's hand had, of course, slid time and time again up Lexia's thighs to finger her hot pussy in her progressively, wetter and wetter panties.

They toasted each other with the sparkling King Valley Sopresso. And then, they luxuriated in their choice meal, beginning with oysters, demonstratively slurped as the sinners' eyes knowingly found each other's. Only at the end, with the coffee and nibbly sweets, came their hands into play.

While Eric's had masterfully taken possession of Lexia's proud tits, Tom's had started a gentle, new to them, but excitingly erogenous play with Janie's prominent nipple. She was biting into her lower lip as she watched Lexia's hand dive under the table and then Eric swallowing a moan. Naughtily winking at him, Janie's slim hand also snuck down to grip her husband's, suddenly hotly desired, monstrously bulky cock.

When they, eventually, rose from the table to walk -- the married couples still hand-in-hand -- back to the lounge room, they stopped in momentary confusion before the large sofa.