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Being in a room with two women, just back from a girlsday-out scouring the local retail establishments, can make you feel a little non-existent.

My wife Cynthia and her friend Sheila sat at the kitchen table, sipping on a cool chardonnay and chatting about what they'd bought, what they wished they'd bought, and what was going on sale next week, seemingly oblivious to the masculine presence in the room as I put together a sandwich for my lunch.

I found myself staring at them, appreciating how attractive they both were for the thousandth time.

They were both very sexy, but in very different ways.

Sheila is not a twenty-something bombshell. But she is incredibly alluring and desirable, much more than many twenty-year-olds I have known. Her straight, black hair is expertly styled to frame her face, some unapologetic traces of gray adding a little maturity without detracting anything. She was wearing a silk, navycolored blouse and matching skirt.

Many women in their late forties think that they have to dress like someone half their age to looks sexy; all that they really accomplish is to look either trashy or ridiculous or, more commonly, both. Sheila's blouse was expertly tailored to fit snuggly around her breasts, emphasizing their fullness. Strategically low buttons allowed a generous amount of eye-catching cleavage without crossing the line to being vulgar.

The bottom of the blouse fit a tad loosely, discreetly disguising the slightly extra amount of waist she hated to admit she had. Her skirt hugged the inviting roundness of her hips then fell loosely to just below her knees. It was slit up the right side fairly high on her thigh, so that with every step she took she showed as much shapely leg as she would in a mini-skirt. And shapely certainly describes her legs! Femininely full, but short of what anyone would call fat, the occasional glimpses of her thighs constantly caught my eye, with just a bit of smooth, white flesh visible above the tops of her stockings. Her calves are equally appealing, accentuated with the magic of 4-inch heels. Her sensuous appearance is rounded out by the ultimate aphrodisiac an aura of self-confidence, both in her own attractiveness and in the fact that she knows what she wants and usually gets it.

Cynthia, my wife, is equally sexy, but in a different way. She exhibits a more carefree, not-quite innocent sexuality of youth. Her tiny figure, barely topping 5 feet tall, only adds to the youthful image that still regularly gets asked for IDs in bars, despite being 25 years old. She has a thick mane of curly, naturally blonde hair that drapes about a quarter of the way down her back.

She was wearing a white cotton tank top that has just strings going over her shoulders and drops quite low on her back to show off a mouthwatering expanse of smooth, tanned skin. The front was fairly low cut, with half a dozen buttons down the middle. With the top two buttons open, the low cut effect is greatly accentuated. It fit snuggly across her small chest, making the outline of her erect nipples plainly visible.

A tight fitting, pastel blue mini skirt tightly hugs her hips, emphasized posterior that would make Jennifer Lopez jealous. A feature my wife had only recently been convinced to be attractive rather than "too big". The short skirt, with its hemline only a teasing 4 inches below her crotch, revealed the majority of her flawlessly bare tan legs. The 3-inch heels made her a bit taller without taking anything from the petite image, all the while perfecting the curves of legs that already seemed beyond improvement.

These two lovely ladies, so different in appearance yet so equally arousing, sat in my kitchen laughing and chatting, seemingly unconscious of the fact that I couldn't stop staring at both of them. I felt like a fifteen year old, stuck with sex on the mind constantly just by being in the room with two attractive women.

The fact that I had made love to both of them only heightened the effect, rather than making me feel more blas about it. Seeing the swell of Sheila's breasts in her blouse flashed memories of them bared, wrapped around my stiff cock. A look at Cynthia's bare legs made me picture them pulled back to her chest, feet high in the air as I've taken her so many times before.

"Mike! Oh Mike! Anybody home there?"

I snapped out of my revelry to the sound of Sheila's pleasant voice.

"Sorry," I said, "just daydreaming. What did you say?"

"Daydreaming, huh?" Sheila stated more than asked, with a smile and a seductive twinkle in her eyes. "You'll have to tell me what about later. I'd just commented that you should have seen this little vixen of a wife of yours earlier today. I think she may have permanently injured an innocent young shoe salesman."

Cynthia blushed, flashing a guilty smile.

"How's that?" I asked with genuine curiosity.

"Well, when we walked into the place a very nice young man was quite anxious to help us. He helped us pick out a few styles and when he sat down on his little stool to put a shoe on Cynthia's foot, well," Sheila scooted her chair back and took an exaggerated look under the table at her companion's attractive legs, reaching out to lift her hemline a bit. "I think someone might have moved just a bit to give him a view the rest of the way up that little skirt."

Cynthia's blushed deepened a bit as she playfully slapped Sheila's hand away. "It was completely accidental," she claimed, though not quite believably.

"Of course. I wouldn't insinuate anything else." Sheila teased. "But perhaps it wouldn't have taken him so long to get the damn shoe on your foot if he was actually looking at what he was doing." She turned to me, smiling in seductive, knowing way. "I think that poor boy may have caused himself serious injury when he finally stood up. Hopefully he'll wear looser trousers to work from now on."

They both burst into a fit of laughter. I joined them, although I could truly sympathize with the poor young store clerk. "You two are just mean," I scolded playfully.

"Well, I didn't mean to hurt him," Cynthia giggled.

"Perhaps we could go back sometime and make it up to him," Sheila said.

Cynthia laughed at the suggestion, but from the look in her eye I could tell Sheila was completely serious, or would be if she could get Cynthia to go for it.

"What are you wearing under that skirt that caused the poor boy so much excitement?" I asked her.

She stopped laughing and the blush came back to her cheeks. "Nothing special, I guess," she finally said.

Chuckling devilishly, Sheila added, "Nothing...I do believe that part is literal!"

"Going commando, now?" I asked.

"It's the only way to shop," Sheila answered for her with a wink.

"Both of you, huh? Maybe I should check, just to be sure you're not putting me on."

Before I could put this thought into action Sheila stopped me with a wave of her hand.

"Maybe later. Actually, I should say definitely later. Don't forget, you two are coming over later this evening for cocktails with us. I can't wait for you both to meet Eve and Scott." I smiled at Sheila as she said this. While I hadn't actually met them, I had seen Scott and Eve "in action" in some of Marty's extensive personal film collection. "Come on Cynthia, let's go put these bags away upstairs, you can put on the new dress you bought for tonight and model for Mike."

They gathered up the bags and headed for the stairway. "Be back in a few minutes," Cynthia called from the top. "Prepare to be wowed!"

I was sure I would be. With Sheila's taste in sexy clothes guiding her, I was sure whatever my wife came down those stairs in would knock my socks off.

I sat down to wait, hoping they wouldn't take too long. Cynthia had certainly changed in the last few months. I wouldn't be cliché and say she was a "different woman", that wouldn't be entirely true. It is just that the more wild side of her sexuality had greatly magnified, while her inhibitions had steadily disappeared. I guess there was some irony, too, in the fact that we were closer to each other than ever before now that we were screwing other people. I think the key was that we were being more honest than ever before, both with each other and ourselves. We were talking about and living out fantasies that most couples undoubtedly have, never dare even whisper to one another.

Both of us, and Cynthia especially, were also discovering desires we'd never even known we had, or at least never consciously admitted to ourselves. If I had suggested to Cynthia a year ago that in a year's time she would be having a sexual relationship with another woman, she not only wouldn't have believed me, but might even have been offended at the suggestion. Just look at her now. Only a few weeks since her "initiation" into the world of Sapphic pleasures and she is as anxious to meet Eve tonight as she is to meet Scott.

I went to take another sip of my soda and discovered it was empty. I'd never been this reflective before; getting lost in my thoughts had certainly never been a problem with me before. I glanced at the clock. I had been sitting here woolgathering for over twenty minutes. The girls were certainly taking their time getting changed. I decided to see what the holdup was.

As I walked up the stairs, Sheila's familiar voice reached my ear in a moan, and I realized why I hadn't seen the new dress yet. Quietly pushing open my bedroom door, I took in the inviting scene before me. Cynthia's clothing lay in a heap beside the bed, and she was lying naked on the bed with Sheila straddling her face. The brunette was stripped from the waist down, gently rolling her hips as she rode my wife's active tongue. She held on to the headboard with one hand so support herself while she leaned back and worked a large, softlooking purple dildo between Cynthia's widely spread legs.

"Now I see what was taking so long," I announced loudly, causing Sheila to smile back at me over her shoulder. "Can three play at this game?"

A muffled acquiescence from Sheila's crotch as the woman on top licked her lips.

"Let me help with that," I said, taking the control of the dildo and continuing to work it in and out of my wife's moist cunt. "Is this new?"

"We shopped for a bit more than clothes today," Sheila managed to tell me in a breathy voice before I cut her off with a deep kiss.

I reached down and gave Cynthia's small breast a firm squeeze, then tugged a bit on her stiff nipple before bring my hand up to cup Sheila's fuller tit through her blouse. Her tongue plunged anxiously into my mouth as I started to quickly work on the buttons. It was quite a test of my coordination to keep up three activities at once, fucking my wife with the dildo, French kissing Sheila deeply, and unbuttoning blouse with only one hand.

Fortunately, I didn't hear any complaints as my hands and tongue struggled to do their best. Once the blouse was unbuttoned, I buried the rubber cock up to its synthetic balls in Cynthia's pussy and used both hands to remove Sheila's blouse, adding it to the growing pile of garments on the floor. I slid the straps of her bra of her shoulders and pushed the whole thing down around her stomach to free her swaying jugs. I reached both hands around her to gather her full tits my hands as I resumed our kiss for a few moments longer.

"Oh God, Cynthia," she cried, breaking my grasp and lunging forward, "There, there! Just like that." She reached out to grasp the headboard with both, grinding her hips faster. I took a step back to watch; it looked like my help was not necessary here.

"That's it, that's it," she encouraged my wife. "Oh YES! Suck my clit you wonderful slut, you beautiful slut, ooh you're making me cum!" Cynthia's hands reached up to clutch at the pendulous breasts just above her, squeezing them as Sheila rode her face into orgasm. "Oh, oh, oh, Yes yes yes, I'm gonna, I'm gonna cum, YES! Harder! Oh there, There! Yes, you perfect slut, you perfect goddess YES!!"

Finally, Sheila relaxed her grip on the headboard, and slowly backed up on her knees until she was straddling Cynthia's stomach. She looked down and Cynthia, a weak grin escaping her panting lips as she saw my wife face beaming up at her, covered in pussy juices. I helped Sheila off of my wife, and Cynthia sat herself up on the pillows. The dildo had worked itself more than halfway out and she idly took it in her hand and began to pump herself.

Sheila undid her bra and tossed it to the side, then started to help me get undressed.

"Hurry up!" Cynthia urged us playfully. "I'm starting to get lonely over here."

"Looks to me like you have some company," I joked, indicating the toy in her hand. "Must have been quite a shopping trip."

"We did make a couple of extra stops," Sheila confessed as she pulled my pants and boxers to my knees. Then she turned to Cynthia. "I take it you like that one?"

"Mmm-hmm," Cynthia replied. "But we got a lot of other things. What else can I play with?"

Sheila picked up a plain brown paper shopping bag from beside the bed, then sat next to Cynthia and dumped its contents between them. A dozen or so sex toys in various shapes, colors and sized spilled out. Vibrators, dildos and a few items that didn't really fit in either category lay in a heap on the bed. Cynthia slid the purple toy from its warm confines and sat up to eagerly sort through their carnal purchases.

She looked like kid at the end of Halloween, dumping her bag of candy and gleefully deciding what to try next. She held up a smaller, white rubber object. It was vaguely triangular, rounded at the end and then flaring to about 2 and half inches mounted on a narrower shaft with a flat base.

"What does this one do?" Cynthia asked. Her naivety was kind of amusing, given the circumstances, as she obviously did not recognize a butt plug.

"That one's mine, dear," Sheila told her with a smile. "Here, Mike," she took it from Cynthia and tossed it too me, as well as a newly purchased tube of K-Y. "Grease this up for me, if you don't mind."

Of course, I didn't mind at all. I tore the plastic safety seal off of the tube and squeezed a liberal amount on the soft, rubber item. My cock was already starting to swell from the scene I had just witnessed, as well as the site of these two sexy, nude women in front of me, and the thought of what I may soon be doing to Sheila with this plug only added to the effect.

As I smeared the slick lubricant all over the innocent looking item, Sheila sat on the edge of the bed and selected a small vibrator just a little bigger than a tube of lipstick and long, slender dildo, about 9 inches long and an inch in diameter. She lay back motioned for Cynthia to climb aboard. With an eager smile, Cynthia straddled the older woman's face and lowered her own to gently suck on Sheila's prominent clit.

Sheila's waiting love nest and my wife's warm mouth were at the edge of the bed, just a few feet from me, so I decided I had better step up to the plate. Cynthia smiled at my half-stiff cock bobbing in her face, then suddenly inhaled sharply as I heard a humming from her rearward side Sheila had apparently started to deliver her ministrations.

With a lustful look in her eye, Cynthia wrapped her small hand around my shaft and pulled it into her mouth. I don't know how, but her blowjobs seem to get better every single time. I was rock hard in an instant as she deftly fingered my balls with one hand while her hot tongue swirled around my substantial cock at each stroke.

"Are you just gonna hold that thing all afternoon?" Sheila's voice asked me from between the blonde's legs. I'd nearly forgotten about the greasy butt-plug in my hand as I was enjoying my wife's oral expertise.

"Ready to see what this is for?" I asked playfully, but only got a grunt in response as she was benefiting from another expert tongue, along with some peripheral devices. She did watch though. Sheila raised her legs up bent her knees, then pulled them back on either side of Cynthia.

The pretty blonde's eyes widened considerably when she saw me guiding the plug just little lower than she had expected. I pushed the tip gingerly against Sheila's puckered anus. I turned it back and forth as I eased the tip past the entrance, working it slowly in.

"That's it," she coaxed me as my wife stared silently, inches away. "Nice and slow. Push it right in. Oh yeah, that's it."

I'd worked it almost all the way in and stopped as her bunghole stretched around the widest part of the plug. Both Cynthia and I drank in the sight for a moment before I pushed it just a bit farther and saw it swallowed up as she clenched around the narrower shaft, with just the base protruding from her rear.

I looked at Cynthia's face to gauge her reaction, knowing Marty and Sheila would undoubtedly quiz me about it later. The obvious lustful look was largely due to Sheila's tongue and the toys working at her cunt, but she continued to stare at the flat base of the butt-plug with a mixture of curiosity and something a little less promising. Not really disgust, but maybe something close to it.

Not seeing the most positive of reactions, I didn't want to let her dwell on it too long. I urged the head of my hard prick against her mouth, which opened instinctively. Her attention shifted easily back to my cock and she sucked with abandon, lunging for my cock when I pulled it away from her after a minute.

I lowered my aim a bit and slipped into Sheila's warm pussy. Her cunt was still wet from Cynthia's earlier warm-up, allowing me to slide all eight inches to the hilt with one strong thrust. I fucked her for a few minutes as Cynthia sucked her clit, then pulled out and eased into Cynthia's mouth, letting her clean the other woman's juices from my dick.

I started alternating my strokes, a few into Sheila's musky cunt then a few into my wife's willing mouth. I kept this up for a while, until Cynthia's attention started to wane. I could tell she was about to cum, rocking her hips faster as her panting and moans increased. I slid into Sheila and started screwing in earnest.

I slid my hands between their bodies from the side to grab Cynthia's little tits, neglected until now. My fingers found her hardened nipples poking threateningly into Sheila's stomach. I just had time to pinch them, twisting harder than I had intended as she came, obviously heightening her orgasm as she screamed in pleasure, tensing her entire body.

I was getting close myself, pounding harder into Sheila and feeling my heavy balls slapping against the plastic base of the butt-plug. Cynthia finally came to rest with her head against Sheila's thigh. Watching from inches away as her husband's cock pistoned into her friend. She licked her lips as she heard my heightened breathing and grunts, prefacing the conclusion.

I decided to make her work a little for it a bit. I sped up, rapidly working to the peak, then pulling about halfway out and holding my cock there as the floodgates finally burst, shooting over and over into Sheila's wonderful cunt, mixing my jizz with her own abundant fluids.

When I finally pulled out, Cynthia quickly reached for my cock took it into her mouth, hungrily licking the mixture of cock and pussy juices. It was quickly clean, and she rolled off of Sheila with a slightly disappointed look in her face.

"You big meany!" she teased as Sheila sat up.

"What?" I asked in mock innocence.

She licked her lips again. "You know I was waiting for you to finish."

"He was just playing a little hide and seek," Sheila said as we both laughed. Cynthia looked a little confused. "It's all here waiting for you." She stroked her fingers along her swollen pussy lips and Cynthia finally got the idea and grinned sheepishly. She hopped off the bed and dropped to her knees in front of Sheila.

My beautiful young bride had come a long way. It didn't really seem that long ago when I had first conceived of bringing up a "swinging" lifestyle to her. I remember her telling me one time, about a year ago, that she had caught herself flirting with a cute guy at work and had felt horribly guilty. Now I watched as she enthusiastically sucked my cum from another woman's cunt, not stopping until she had brought her new best friend to another orgasm.