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Marge, Scott and their daughter Amy all came over the next day about two o'clock. Amy wore a crop top and a mini dress. The top seemed to hang far in front of her stomach, pushed out by the size of her breasts. Amy smiled and said "Hello," but otherwise was distant and polite.
Everyone was drinking a bit, and Amy fell into serving as the bartender for the group as she was the odd man out. By five, everyone was feeling the effects of three hours of drinking. I wasn't in too bad a shape even though I had consumed five or six drinks. We were cooking dinner on the grill, Sarah's specialty.
Everyone wanted strawberry daiquiris, so I volunteered to help Amy make the drinks in the kitchen. I walked behind Amy, watching her ass swing in her short skirt. I got out the blender while Amy found the mix and the ice cubes. I poured in the rum, about a cup for the four drinks.
I spilled some of the strawberry mix on my hand. Amy noticed it, pulled my hand to her mouth, and began to lick the sweet mix off my fingers, sucking each one deep into her mouth and looking me straight in the eye as she did it.
"You've been so quiet tonight," I said. "I wasn't sure you still liked me."
"Don't worry," Amy responded. "I wouldn't go through the night without giving you a pair of aching balls."
"Are you wearing panties? Or did you come without like you said?"
"See for yourself," she answered, and I firmly placed my hand on her bare bottom under her skirt. Her ass felt silky smooth, and Amy moaned as my fingers trace swirls over each ass cheek. I reached down between her legs, and Amy leaned over the counter to give me access to her pussy. My fingers ran lightly over the outside of her pussy lips.
"I don't know if I should let you feel inside. You are married...." Amy stopped in mid sentence as my finger entered her pussy. It was wet and slippery from her juices, but hotter and tighter than anything I had ever felt before.
I could actually feel it pulsing against my one finger inside, squeezing it again and again. My cock grew hard immediately with the thought of fucking her wondrous pussy, and we both moaned together with how good it felt. Just then the screen door slammed. It was Marge coming in to see where the drinks were.
"We're just about done," I told Marge. We'll be out in a minute. Marge grabbed some garlic powder and went back out to the others. I turned on the blender while Amy slid down my body and began to mouth my cock through my pants, biting it and making my knees weak. She pulled my pants down just enough to let my penis free to the open air, hanging less than an inch from her open mouth.
"You are a married..." Amy was stopped again, this time by me slipping my cock right into her mouth. She did not protest at all, rather she began licking and sucking like nothing I had ever felt. Amy grabbed my cock with both hands and started jerking me off while she sucked me, then stopped suddenly and stood up, pulling up my pants to cover my manhood.
"Not yet, Jeff. We have some drinks to serve. Amy pulled four glasses down from the cabinet, and I filled the first with the mix from the blender. "That one is yours," Amy said. She grabbed the bottle of rum and poured about another cup into the blender, turning it back on.
"I don't want you unable to function," Amy said, sliding her hand over my throbbing penis as she pressed her body into mine, and her mouth against mine for a hot wet kiss. Amy broke away a moment later to turn off the blender and pour the rest of the drinks. "Okay mister married man. Let's go serve these drinks."
I was amazed that nobody seemed to notice how strong the drinks were. The four of us finished our drinks rather quickly, and I could see the effects on Sarah, Marge and Scott, especially since we hadn't eaten yet. Amy volunteered to go mix another batch, and I helped to serve the food. Dinner went without further incident, with another round of drinks gone rather quickly.
After we all cleaned up (Amy did most of the work, the others were having a difficult time just walking straight), Amy asked if anyone wanted another drink. Marge and Scott said no, that they should be going. After saying goodbye to our guests, Sarah said that she did want another drink. Amy had already prepared it, and suggested that we all go inside to watch TV and talk.
Sarah was quite visibly drunk by this time, and when she gets drunk she gets horny. As we walked into the living room, Sarah started rubbing my cock through my pants, not even trying to hide it from Amy.
"Jeff is lucky to have you as a wife," Amy said as she looked on. "You seem like the kind of woman who likes to have sex, and not like the kind who always has a headache."
Sarah smiled, and seemed to blush, but to my surprise she made no attempt to stop stroking me through my pants. "Jeff is good in bed, and I like to make him feel good." Amy walked over to the couch that Sarah and I were sitting on, sitting down next to me, opposite from Sarah.
"His cock looks big and hard inside his pants. I wish I could see what it looks like." I looked at Amy in disbelief. Her line was so corny that I thought Sarah would see right through it and become angry. But Sarah didn't even hesitate before she started opening up my pants.
"Why don't you take off his shirt while I strip him of his pants, Amy. Jeff looks his best when he's completely naked."
I turned my look of disbelief toward Sarah. I couldn't tell if this was a setup or not, but I wasn't about to complain. Amy knelt on the sofa and pulled my shirt over my head, pressing her breasts against my face as she pulled the material off of my hands. Meanwhile, Sarah had pulled my pants and underwear down to my ankles, slipping the clothes out from under my feet. I sat there naked between my wife and the woman I wanted to be my lover. My cock pointed straight at the ceiling.
"I see what you mean about how good it looks, Sarah." Amy hesitated for a second, ran her tongue over her lips, then asked, "Can I touch it?"
Sarah grabbed my cock and stroked it once or twice, looked at Amy, and smiled. "Only if you promise to be a good girl."
"I'm always good, Sarah. Real good." These cliches were going to be the death of me. Amy grabbed my cock away from Sarah, and began stroking me and caressing my balls with her other hand. I looked over at Sarah who only smiled and began to undo her blouse. "He seems to like this. Should I keep it up?"
"Keeping it up is his job, Amy." Sarah threw aside her bra, then stood up to remove her shorts and panties. Soon she was as naked as I was. Here was my wife, who normally wants the drapes closed if she is in her robe, sitting with me naked while the neighbor girl jerked me off. It was hard for me to keep up.
Sarah sat next to me and began kissing my chest, her hand stroking my thigh. Her mouth moved down my body until she slipped her lips over the head of my cock, taking it away from Amy. Sarah ran her tongue up and down and around my erection, sucking the head and then deep-throating it like I've never seen her do. I began to stroke her back and ass, moaning as I did.
Amy stood up and walked to the other side of the couch, next to Sarah. She started to rub Sarah's ass, just as I was, motioning for me to stop. I watched as Amy's hands caressed my wife's ass, slipping in between her legs to rub at her pussy.
Thinking the fingers were mine Sarah spread her legs, giving Amy more and more access. I watched Amy slip one, then two fingers into Sarah's wet pussy. Amy leaned over and started to kiss and tongue her ass, and Sarah moaned her approval over my cock, sucking harder and harder.
Amy started licking at her asshole, and Sarah responded my raising her ass high into the air, spreading her legs till she was standing one leg on the floor, her ass and pussy exposed to Amy's eager mouth. Amy continued attacking Sarah's pussy with her mouth and fingers.
My cock broke free from Sarah's mouth as she cried out, "oh yeah, yeah, don't stop. I've never felt anything so good!" This from the woman who was too embarrassed to let me go down on her. Sarah flipped herself over, spreading her legs wide for Amy, and pulling my mouth down onto hers. I felt her body begin to jerk, and she pulled her mouth away from me. "Yes, yes, yes, yes," she screamed with every spasm, and I looked down to see Amy sucking rhythmically on her clitoris.
"Don't stop! I'm going to cum! Yes, Yes, Yes!!" Her entire body shook, and I saw a stream of cum from Sarah's pussy shoot out against Amy's face. Sarah's cries died out as she lost consciences, passing out from the pleasure Amy had given her.
I went and got a towel for Amy and a pillow and blanket for Sarah. Amy helped me get Sarah comfortable, then asked to use the bathroom. I guided her to the upstairs bathroom, deciding to use the first floor one myself.
I turned on the TV, not knowing what would happen next. Sarah was snoring on the couch, and I knew she was out for the night. Amy's voice called me from upstairs, saying she needed help. I went up the stairs, the only light coming from our bedroom.
"I'm in here," Amy called. I entered the door, and saw Amy, naked, laying on top of our bed. Her nipples were erect and pointing toward the ceiling, and her knees were up and spread for me to see the pussy in between. "I need help," Amy said. "It's my turn to cum and I need your help."
"What would you like me to do?" I asked. My fingers traced lightly around her breasts, squeezing and pulling on her hard nipples. I leaned over and began to nurse on her breasts, letting my fingers wander down to her pussy and probe inside. She was so hot and tight.
"I want you to cream in my pussy, Jeff. I want to feel your hot cum squirting deep into me. I want you now, Jeff."
"I probably won't last long...." I started to say, but Amy cut me off.
"I don't care. Fuck me now!"
I do what I am told, so I climbed on and slid my erect cock into her pussy. She was right with what she had told me about nothing else ever being the same. Nothing I had ever felt was as hot, and tight, and slippery as Amy's pussy was.
I thought about baseball, about how I was cheating on my wife, about castration, but nothing helped. I came after about thirty seconds, Amy crying out underneath me about how great it felt. After I had cum Amy told me not to pull out. She flipped us over so she was on top, my still hard - but growing limp - cock inside of her.
"I was right, wasn't I. Now what are you going to do." Amy pulled my hands up to her breasts, her erect nipples under my fingertips. "I'm coming to your work again this week. This time I'm going to suck you off in your office. And how about your secretary. You want her too, don't you. I'll have her sucking you off within a week. You can fuck her too, if you want."
"Amy, I..."
"Shhh. Quiet, Jeff. You know you like to fuck women. Your cock is getting hard again just thinking about it." She was right. My cock was starting to come back to life again. Amy began to rock back and forth, squeezing her pussy against my cock.
The hot tightness worked it's magic quickly, and soon Amy began to slide up and down on me. She leaned over to the edge of the bed for a minute, and came back with a small tape recorder, then clicked it on.
"I want the truth from you Jeff. Answer with the truth and you will have the time of your life. Do you understand.?"
I was scared, but the feelings were just too good. I would have done anything at this point. I said yes.
"Does my pussy feel better than any other pussy you have ever felt?" "Yes, ohh, yes. It feels great."
"Does it feel better than you wife's?" I hesitated for a second, not sure if this should be on tape. Then Amy started to pull herself off of me, my penis slipping into the cold air.
"Yes, yes, it feels better than my wife's."
"That's better. If you had a choice between fucking me and fucking Sarah, who would you pick?"
"I'd pick you."
Amy was pumping up and down harder and harder, her breath coming faster. "If your boss needed you in his office, and I was sucking you off, would you leave?"
"No, I'd stay with you." Amy's head dropped back, and I pulled and twisted her nipples as she pounded up and down on my cock.
"Oh god, oh yeah Jeff. If your wife walked in the room right now, would you stop fucking me?"
"No, no I wouldn't." I flipped Amy over and began pounding into her hot pussy as hard as I could, Amy crying out with pleasure with each thrust. Amy screamed louder and louder in orgasmic pleasure, her pussy squeezing against me, milking the semen from my penis.
"I'm going to cum," I shouted. Amy pulled away, grabbing my cock and pumping it into her mouth, sucking the cum from my manhood. I fell back, groaning with pleasure. Amy licked me clean, then lay next to me, pulling me to her and kissing my chest and neck.
"Thank you, Jeff. It was wonderful." With that, Amy sat up and climbed off the bed. She grabbed the recorded and ejected the tape, throwing it down on the bed. "I dare you to listen to this the next time you fuck Sarah."
"Where are you going?"
"It's time for me to get home. Don't worry, I'll see you this week, for lunch." With a wink Amy was gone, leaving me the tape to do with as I wished.
Sarah didn't really remember all the events of the evening, though she did ask me to go down on her the next time we made love. I had fun, eating out her pussy while listening to Amy and I making love. Amy did show up at the office, and I was late for a meeting with my boss because of it.
As for my secretary, Melissa, well, that's a whole other story.