Her Friend Came to Stay with Her, and the Boys Followed

When my friend Gwen discovered her husband, Sid, screwing his twenty-year-old secretary, she called me to ask if she could come and stay with us for a few days. Gwen’s past wasn’t all that pure, as she had strayed a few times herself, but when she found Sid hosing the young woman in her own marriage bed, she sort of lost it, and she packed up a few things and got the hell out of there.

I met her at the airport the next morning, and we spent most of the day sipping wine and talking things over. Late that afternoon we went to meet my husband, Walt, at his favorite bar after he got off work. We found him drinking with Cam, the son of some friends of ours, who was working with Walt to earn some extra money while home from college for the summer.

Gwen ended up sitting next to Cam, and they appeared to get along pretty well. Gwen’s mood seemed greatly improved by the time we dropped Cam off and went back to our house. Walt made us a drink while Gwen and I changed into our robes. After chatting over our nightcaps, Walt and I were ready for bed, but Gwen said she would stay up awhile and watch TV till she felt sleepy.

In our room Walt and I talked a little about Gwen’s problem, and he said she probably just needed to get laid so she could go back to her husband having evened the score. Once in bed, Walt started to get frisky, and I accused him of having the hots for Gwen, adding half jokingly that perhaps he should go and comfort her, if he thought he could handle her.

Gwen had given birth twice, which had left her with a generous, though not unattractive figure, with large round breasts and very good legs. She stood five foot six and weighed about 140. Her pretty face was framed by her flowing blond locks and accented by a beautiful smile. We had been friends since we were toddlers, and the fact is that I really wouldn’t have minded sharing my husband with her in this time of need.

Walt slipped beneath the sheet to nuzzle the furry nest between my legs, which I spread immediately, giving him access to the musky folds between them. He kissed and licked my inner thighs as his nose pressed into my moistening cleft. I lubricate quickly, so by the time his lips reached their goal, my juices were flowing freely. Walt eats pussy better than any man I’ve ever had, and after munching on mine for nearly twenty-five years, he knew all the hot spots.

After bringing me to three orgasms in a row, he mounted me to gently slip his trusty seven-inch cock into its rightful place. My pussy had received that meaty injection thousands of times, but it had never become repetitive or boring, since both of us are always doing things to spice up our sex life.

As he fucked me, Walt now reverted to the subject of Gwen. “Actually, I wouldn’t mind knocking off a piece of that ass,” he panted into my ear. “But I doubt if it would be nearly as good as the hot cunt I’ve got my cock inside right now. Maybe I’ll give it a shot before she leaves, but I think she’s already got a date tonight.”

This surprised me. “What do you mean?” I asked him.

He then told me that he had overheard Gwen telling Cam to come to our house later on and wait till she flashed the porch light three times, which meant she would be waiting at the door. “Either that young man is going to get himself some mature pussy tonight,” Walt added, “or I don’t know much about women.”

He then proceeded to fuck my brains out, pushing my knees up nearly to my ears to get as deep as he possibly could. He screwed me that way for ten minutes before asking me to get on my hands and knees, which I did. After another six or seven minutes his eruption set me off again as my clasping cunt milked every drop of come out of his spurting cock.

We cuddled after that, and Walt soon drifted off to sleep as I lay there thinking about my friend’s troubled marriage.

The longer I lay there, the more curious I became about what Walt had told me. My imaginings finally got the best of me, and I found myself creeping out of the bedroom to peer through the balcony railing down into the living room. Cam was there, all right; he and Gwen were lying together on a comforter on the floor, she still in her robe and he fully clothed. Cam appeared to be a little shy and nervous, but Gwen wasn’t; she seemed to know exactly what she wanted. As I watched, she rose to her knees and straddled him, sitting astride his midsection to press her large breasts against his chest as she bent down to kiss him. He responded eagerly, and her robe was soon gone, leaving her in black panties and a bra, which struggled to contain her bulging mounds of soft flesh. In another minute the bra was gone, too, and I could hear Cam making little sounds of pleasure in his throat as he rolled her onto her back and buried his face in her bosom.

No man is ever truly weaned from his desire to nurse at a woman’s breast, and I was pretty sure Cam had never before encountered such luscious mounds of joy. He suckled at them almost feverishly as though trying to extract the milk that was no longer there. Finally, though, he appeared to become aware that there was more to this woman’s body than her chest, and he slipped his hand down to caress her scantily clad ass as she managed to tug off his shirt and pants. I couldn’t help noticing the sizable tent in the front of his jockey shorts, and it was obvious that Gwen hadn’t missed it either. She quickly pulled the shorts down until the tent pole popped out above the waistband. She wiggled out from under him then, and his eyes nearly popped out of his head when she lowered her mouth slowly down over his impressive manhood.

Gwen had definitely picked a good candidate to help her even the score with Sid. Even from my vantage point I could tell that his cock was larger than my husband’s, measuring probably close to nine inches. It was thick, too; Gwen wasn’t able to take more than half of it into her mouth, because its tremendous girth made it impossible for her to deep-throat it. Still, she gave it her best. Even above his muffled moans I could hear the wet, sloppy sounds of her salivating mouth working on his throbbing cock. Suddenly he arched his back and groaned more loudly as he shot his load into her throat. She drank it down as though it were the sweetest nectar on earth as she milked him of every drop with her talented hands, then licked the last traces from his slowly shrinking shaft.

Cam recovered quickly and sat up as Gwen now removed her panties to reveal her heavy blonde bush. Cam just stared at her pussy as she pulled her knees up, and then opened them invitingly. I saw a glimmer of her pink lips among her curls and heard her ask him to eat her. I could feel my own pussy juice trickling down my thighs as I watched Cam eagerly complying with her request. He devoured her snatch for a good ten minutes, bringing her to several shattering orgasms.

She was still gasping for breath when Cam mounted her and slowly penetrated her slippery sheath. He paused for a few moments and then began thrusting slowly but steadily, gradually increasing his pace until he was moving like a jackhammer. They fucked for about five minutes before Cam went stiff as a board, pumping his load deep into her receptive womb.

Again it didn’t take him long to recover, and then I was watching them fuck once again, this time with Gwen on top, her huge jugs bouncing up and down as she humped her lover’s hard cock. When she came, he rolled her over to take her doggie-style, fucking her like a true stud until he unloaded again. After that I slipped quietly back into bed, waking up my husband so he could quench the raging fire between my legs.

The next night Gwen again stayed up after we went to bed, and when Walt was asleep, I again sneaked out to peek downstairs. Sure enough, Gwen was entertaining Cam again; but much to my surprise, another young man was there also, standing buck naked with a hard-on, watching them fuck while obviously waiting his turn. Again I was hot as hell when I went back to bed, though I felt a bit guilty for invading their privacy.

The next morning Gwen came clean to me. She told me she’d had Cam over the past two nights and had had sex with him on both occasions. Then, after a pause, she admitted that he had brought a friend along the previous night and that she had taken on both of them. She wanted to know what I thought about that, and all I could say was, “Good for you, girl. I’d probably do the same thing, given the opportunity!”

Well, I guess Gwen took my words literally. The next day Walt was unexpectedly called out of town on business, and unbeknownst to me, Gwen called Cam and invited him to come around that evening—and bring some more of his friends.

When the doorbell rang shortly after eight that night, I went to answer it, not expecting anybody in particular. Needless to say, I was a bit shocked to find Cam and four of his buddies on my doorstep. I called to Gwen, telling her she had company, and quickly excused myself, saying I had things to do upstairs. But Gwen asked me to stay for a while and at least have a drink with them, so I did. We had a pleasant chat, but I couldn’t imagine having sex with five guys at once, in an all-out orgy with my friend Gwen. So after I finished my drink, I went to the kitchen to rinse out my glass before going upstairs.

When I turned from the sink, I literally bumped into Cam, who had come up behind me and now immediately embraced me, kissing me fully on the mouth. In spite of my earlier reservations I began to respond to his passionate kiss as his hands slipped down to cup the cheeks of my ass, pulling me against his fully erect cock. Moments later he picked me up like a rag doll, sitting me on the counter and sliding his hands up my thighs to lightly tickle the dampening crotch of my panties as he sucked my tongue into his mouth.

I finally twisted away, saying, “My God, Cam. Just what the hell do you think you’re doing? I’m a married woman and old enough to be your mother. Your parents are friends of ours.”

“Yes, I know all those things,” Cam said. “But I also know you have screwed around on your husband before. I watched you have sex with my friend Casey one night last year, when my folks were having a party. I went upstairs and found you and him screwing on my bed. I watched it all. I never told anybody and I never will. But why can’t I get what he got?”

I remembered that night, and I found myself blushing at the memory. But it turned me on as well. That is, it added to the excitement that had already been aroused by the sight of all those handsome young men and by what I had seen Gwen doing the previous two nights. And since my husband was away, I knew I wasn’t going to get any relief from him that night.

So I didn’t put up any further resistance as Cam snaked a long finger inside the crotch of my panties to probe my wet folds. In fact, I found myself reaching for his fly, tingling with the desire to see his very sizable prick up close. But then I heard voices from the other room and quickly pushed his hands away.

“Wait. Not here, Cam,” I said urgently. “Come up to my room. But just you, okay? Gwen can screw whomever she wants, but I don’t do strangers. And you’re not to tell anybody about this, because if my husband finds out, I don’t think you’d like the consequences. Okay?”

Cam swore he wouldn’t say a word, and I didn’t know if I believed him or not, but at that point I couldn’t worry about it. I led him through the back door of the kitchen and up the back stairs to our bedroom.

Once there, we didn’t waste any time, stripping ourselves to our underwear and falling onto the bed, kissing passionately as we began to explore each other’s body. He soon had me buck naked and was devouring my pussy. I wiggled around until I could pay oral homage to his long, thick cock, which looked even bigger close up than it had from a distance. He was too large for me to comfortably take much of him in my mouth, but I must have been doing pretty well with what I had, because I had to stop twice when he was close to blowing his wad. I wanted to feel that thick cock throbbing in my snatch when he blew out his first load.

I let his dick slip from my lips, as my need to be fucked grew still more intense. I was on the verge of begging him to take me when he brought his mouth to mine, kissing me most passionately and thrusting his tongue deep into my mouth.

“Grace,” he panted when he broke the kiss, “I think you have the best ass of any woman I’ve ever known, and if it’s okay with you, I’d like our first time to be doggie-style, so I can look at your beautiful ass while I fuck you.”

I immediately assumed the position, presenting my ass for his viewing pleasure, spreading my knees so that my pouting cunt was positioned just right to receive an injection of hard young cock.

I felt him position his swollen cockhead against my dripping slit, searching for my entrance, then slowly ease his cock inside me until it was buried completely within my wanton cunt. With a moan of pleasure, I pushed my ass back at him, and he began to hump me furiously, slamming his loins against my upturned buttocks, his heavy balls swinging against my clit like a pendulum.

I love the raw, animalistic lust of being fucked like a bitch dog in heat, and I never fail to reach orgasm if I’m fucked that way for any length of time. Cam had amazing control, and he brought me off twice before gasping out that he was going to come. Once he did so, he remained where he was, soaking his cock in our combined body fluids until it softened and slithered out, releasing a stream of come to trickle down my thighs.

That wasn’t the end of it, though. It was four in the morning before we were fucked out, and I could only imagine what Gwen had been doing. Cam finally left and took his friends with him, but not before asking if we could get together again that night. I told him no, because my husband would be home, but I gave him my number at the office, telling him to tell my receptionist he was calling about doing yard work. He said that wouldn’t be a lie, because he really wanted another chance to tend to my bush.

I went back to bed and slept until Gwen woke me up about eight to thank me for everything I’d done for her. She said her four studs had fucked some sense into her, and she’d called Sid, who’d told her he’d fired his secretary and wanted her to come home. She had let him beg a little before saying she’d give it a try, and she made him swear that he would be faithful from now on.

“After all, fidelity is really important, right?” she said to me, and we both fell down laughing.

—G.Y., Flagstaff, Arizona