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When you're alone, usually at home, when your wife is out doing something you don't understand and have little interest in, do you fantasize? I don't mean fantasizing about winning the lottery, bowling a 300 game or hitting a hole in one. I mean, real fantasizing. About sex. About big breasted, big assed loose women who want you and will do anything you desire.

I do and I don't believe you don't. My fantasies are usually not unrealistic or bizarre. I don't dream about a beautiful white witch who will magically manifest a huge erection between my legs that lasts for hours. I have what I have. I only imagine I'll use it to its full ability and the women of my fantasy will be forever grateful.

I fantasize about realistic scenarios. Something that could conceivably happen. For instance, meeting an attractive woman during a business trip, having a few drinks in the hotel lounge and then wandering off to one of our rooms to satisfy each other's need for companionship. Just once, or twice, and then we go our separate ways, never to meet again.

A recurring fantasy of mine is a simple one. I imagine it could actually happen but, realistically, it probably won't. I'm sitting in an easy chair at home, alone, reading or watching TV. Someone enters the darkened house from the back entrance, walks into the living room where I'm sitting and just sits on my lap.

My fantasy woman is not beautiful but very pretty, with long dark hair, dark eyes, pouty lips, slightly larger than average breasts with large, prominent nipples and unshaven pubis neatly trimmed. I know all this because, in my fantasy, she's come into the living room completely naked and she sits on my lap, crosses her legs and runs her fingers through my hair while I catch my breath.

My fantasy usually doesn't go much further than that. I just can't imagine what comes next or how it will play out. I keep repeating the opening, changing tiny details, trying to make it perfect.

One evening, several months ago, Marge, my wife, and I were playing, naked together after a particularly satisfying sexual romp. We were just being silly. Actually, we were the best part of two bottles of red wine inebriated. Unexpectedly, Marge brought up the subject of fantasies.

Marge wanted to know if I had fantasies. I admitted it but, when she pressed for details, I was too embarrassed to tell her. Changing tactics, Marge told me one of her fantasies. It seems she had vulgar thoughts about men with long tongues. I considered her fantasy a realistic possibility since tongue activity was one of my specialties and her reaction one of her specialties.

Her revelation put me in a difficult position. I felt obligated to tell her something, so I confessed to my thought about a naked woman walking into the room and sitting on my lap. When she pressed for details, I had to admit I didn't have any. My fantasy ended with the woman comfortable in my lap and me frozen.

Marge thought that was odd, even unhealthy. She did admit that I was better in real life than in my fantasies. I took that as another complement. What I didn't know, was that Marge wanted to know how my fantasy might end.

A few weeks later, I was working at home on a Thursday. I worked at home three days a week, usually including a Thursday. Thursday was a good choice, since Marge had a number of activities on Thursdays. She left early to volunteer at the local rehabilitation center, had lunch with one of her girl friends and then spent the afternoon working with the garden club.

It was a little after noon. I was taking a break for lunch, hunched over my plate in an easy chair watching the local news and weather. Someone came into the kitchen through the side door. I was surprised that Marge was home so early. It wasn't part of her usual routine. I wondered what brought her home.

I waited patiently while Marge puttered around in the kitchen. Eventually, I heard her footsteps coming into the living room. I looked up as she rounded the end of the sofa. The woman who walked toward me wasn't Marge. This woman had long dark hair, dark eyes, pouty lips, slightly larger than average breasts with large, prominent nipples and unshaven pubis neatly trimmed. I knew this because this woman was, except for the black, three-inch heels, completely naked.

Without saying a word, she walked over to me, turned and sat in my lap. She said only one word to me after she settled down, wiggling her ass as she did so, "Breathe."

She smiled and put her arm around my neck. I sat frozen, exactly as in my fantasy. I did know two things. I knew the woman well, and Marge had put her up to what she was doing.

The woman sitting in my lap, naked, with her legs crossed, was Janice. Janice lived up the block from us and was a frequent visitor to our house with her husband, Travis. Now she was cuddled up in my lap, naked, without her husband nearby. I suspected Marge knew what was going on but did Travis? What the hell was I supposed to do? Should I keep to the details of my fantasy and do nothing, possibly disappointing Janice, Marge and myself or should I take Janice on a wild ride including everything I could imagine with a naked woman and possibly disappoint Travis?

I had never been in this situation before. I had no guidance on how to proceed. I sat silently and still while Janice ran her fingers through my hair, played with the buttons on my shirt, nibbled gently on my ear lobes and kissed my neck. After about ten minutes, Janice sat up straight and got up off my lap. Standing in front of me, she whispered, "Maybe next time," and headed for the kitchen. She puttered around in the kitchen for several minutes, presumably putting her clothes back on, and left the way she came in.

My thoughts were intensely wild. Had I done the right thing, possibly saving two marriages, or had I screwed up the best opportunity of my life, organized and condoned by Marge and Janice? I could still feel the weight of Janice on my lap. I could still feel the heat of her genitals through my pants against my erection. I could still feel her soft kisses on my neck and ears and the warmth of her breath against my skin. "Fuck," I thought, "what have I done or haven't done?"

Working at my desk in the afternoon was impossible. I couldn't concentrate on the task at hand, only the memory of best ten minutes of the day. Marge came home about half past five. I met her in the kitchen without attempting to hide the stain Janice had left on my trousers.

"How was your day?" Marge asked with a welcoming smile.

"Fine," I responded. "You know. Same old, same old."

"Anything unusual happen?" she asked.

I was sure Marge had arranged for Janice's visit that afternoon, so I interpreted her question as an attempt to get me to tell her about it. I decided to string her along for as long as I could. "Nah. Just another boring day working at home," I said.

"Come on, Tyler. Something interesting must have happened," pushed Marge.

I was even more positive that Marge knew about Janice's visit. "If you're so sure something unusual happened then why don't you tell me all about it?" I asked.

"I haven't a clue. I just can't believe your days at home are without something happening that's worth talking about," Marge said.

I thought I'd give her a hint for her to follow. "One of the neighbors did stop by for a short visit but I don't think that's unusual or worth a conversation," I told her.

"See, your days aren't just work. What did she want?"

She? She knows it was a woman. Marge did set it up. So, what is her purpose in trying to get me to tell her what happened? Is she testing my loyalty to her or is she looking for confirmation that Janice delivered the goods and she's looking for a thank you? What's the right answer? Is there a right answer? I tried a defensive move. "How did you know it was a 'she'?"

"Did I say 'she'?"

"You did, so you must have known she was coming by today. Why don't we cut to the finish and you tell me what you two discussed and why you thought she would stop in to see me?"

"Okay," said Marge. "But first I want you to know that I didn't ask Janice to come over nor did I suggest a reason she might. However, I had a feeling that she might want to see you in person. I was just asking in case she didn't. I didn't want to create a problem about something that didn't happen," explained Marge.

"I'm not sure I understand what you're trying to say. Why don't you just tell me what you and Janice discussed and why you thought she might want to see me afterward?"

"Okay. I run into Janice frequently and we usually have interesting conversations. I ran into her downtown last weekend and we had lunch together. Somehow, the topic of fantasies came up."

Interesting," I commented. "I have a good idea how the topic came up," I thought.

"Do you want to hear more or not?" Marge said.

"I do. Go on."

"Well, we exchanged some personal fantasies and she shared one of her husband's fantasies. I felt I should share one of yours as well. I suddenly realized how much Janice looked like the woman you described when you told me about your fantasy. Do you fantasize about Janice?" Marge asked.

"Don't change the subject. Finish the story and, for your information, the answer is no."

"Well, I told her your fantasy. That's all."

"She had a lot of information about me that only you and I know," I pushed.

"I did tell her the details. She seemed interested so I told her."

"How was it that she came to visit me?" I asked.

"The way she acted, I thought I might have said too much. I wasn't sure what she would do."

"Your instincts were right. She came over to visit this afternoon."

"Was she appropriate?" Marge asked.

How was I supposed to answer that? She wasn't appropriate as a neighbor but she certainly played to my fantasy appropriately. "That depends on what you mean by appropriate," I offered.

"Did she want to talk about your fantasy?" Marge asked.

"She didn't say much," I said.

"Then how did you know she knew a lot about your fantasy?

"Do you really want to know?" I asked.

"Probably not but you're going to tell me and I'm going to listen," she said.

"There's not much to tell," I started. "She played the part perfectly."

"You mean she sat in your lap."

"She did."

"Naked?"

"She even crossed her legs," I confirmed. "She's a perfect match for the woman in my fantasy," I added.

"And?" prompted Marge.

"There is no 'and'," I said. "It ended there just like my fantasy."

"She just left?" asked Marge.

"She just left," I confirmed.

"Damn," exclaimed Marge. "Travis, you have to believe me. I didn't set up Janice to come over to see you. I didn't even hint that she should."

"I believe you," I agreed. "But what do we do now?" I asked.

"Nothing, I think," suggested Marge. "I think she's satisfied her curiosity and it won't come up again."

"I'd agree with you except for one thing," I said.

"What's that?"

"Something she said."

"What did she say?"

"'Maybe next time'," I repeated.

"Oh. That could be a problem," agreed Marge.

"So, assuming there's a 'next time,' what do we do?" I asked again.

"I think the correct question is what do you do? I'm not involved," said Marge.

"Oh, you're involved. You're my wife. Everything I do involves you and if we're talking about sex with another woman, you're involvement is my highest priority," I assured her.

"I get that but don't you want to see how your fantasy ends?" questioned Marge.

"Not at the expense of our marriage," I reaffirmed.

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but our marriage is not going to have a problem. If Janice shows up again ..."

"You mean 'when' Janice shows up again," I interrupted.

"Okay. When Janice shows up again, you have my absolute permission to push her as far as she wants to go," Marge finished.

"Does that mean I can fuck her?" I asked somewhat tentatively.

"Until her brains fall out if that's what she wants," reaffirmed Marge.

"I can't believe you said that. Why would you allow that?" I asked.

"I want to see how your fantasy ends too," Marge said.

"There has got be more to it," I stated.

"Okay. I do have a small ulterior motive. I might be able to use what happens between you and Janice to my advantage."

"Explain what you mean by 'small ulterior motive' for me."

"You're familiar with Janice's husband, Travis?"

"I think I get it. You want to know Travis better."

"Assuming you get to know Janice better," Marge confirmed.

"You want to fuck him?" I asked.

"And you want to fuck Janice," stated Marge. "What's the problem?"

"None, I guess. I'm just surprised. I think it's possible that you had a hand in having Janice come over."

"And, if I did, are you all that upset about it?" asked Marge.

"No but I do think I should get in shape," I suggested.

"Now?" asked Marge.

"Now is perfect and every day for the next week, I think," I pushed.

"Deal," said Marge. "Maybe you should do two a day workouts."

The rest of the evening was lost in the madness of wild, extreme, sometimes vulgar, sex. We missed dinner but not much else.

The rest of the week, we rose early, had a brief workout and went to work. Evenings we had dessert after dinner. Wednesday night Marge proposed a dress rehearsal. I sat in my usual chair in front of the TV. Marge walked into the room in three-inch heels and nothing else and sat in my lap. She crossed her legs, ran her fingers through my hair, kissed my ears and neck and then went rogue, ad-libbing since my fantasy didn't have a specific ending. She wiggled her naked pussy on my pants leaving a considerable damp spot. She then helped me out of my damaged pants and the rest of my clothing just for the fun of it.

She straddled my hips, wiggled her naked pussy on my now naked erection and simultaneously managed a magnitude eight kiss with unimaginable tongue action. Without much help, my erection found the entrance to home plate and, together, we left a considerable damp spot on the chair cushion. Afterwards, Marge declared me 'ready for action.'

I woke up in the middle of the night to take a leak and cleaned the chair cushion with some upholstery cleaner. In the morning, Thursday morning, we skipped the morning routine. Marge wanted to leave me something to work with. Marge left for work with a kiss, a pat on my crotch and a "Have fun, big guy" verbal message. She was sure that Janice was coming by for lunch. If Marge was sure, so was I.

The morning, working, dragged on forever. It's incredible how the experience of time changes depending on which side of the affair you're on. I broke for lunch early. I made a chef's salad and added a beer, something I rarely do. I took my meal into the living room and settled into my oversized chair. Two minutes later, I went into the bedroom to change my clothing. I put on a t-shirt and gym shorts without underwear, commando style. Barefoot, I went back to finish my lunch.

I had finished my salad and was just finishing the beer when someone came quietly into the kitchen through the side door. Whoever it was, lingered for a while in the kitchen. I set my lunch dishes aside and waited. Suddenly, I had an inspiration. I stood up and quickly stripped off my shirt and shorts and sat down again.

I heard the woman's heels for a couple of steps on the kitchen floor before she reached the carpeted dining area on the way to the living room. I sat quietly with my hands folded in my lap and looking expectantly at the corner of the sofa where the woman would first appear.

Janice walked slowly around the end of the sofa with a huge smile, heels and nothing else. Her hand went to her mouth and her eyes grew wide when she saw the state of my undress. Obviously pleased, Janice walked in front of me and, instead of sitting across my lap as she did the previous week, she straddled my hips. She pressed her breasts against my chest, her vagina against my rapidly expanding cock and gave me an earth-shattering kiss.

"You're bad," Janice said.

"Me?" I asked.

"You were expecting me."

"I was."

"How could you be sure I'd come?" Janice asked.

"Marge was sure and I went with her intuition," I responded.

"She's smart."

"And devious," I added.

"I'm going to fuck you now," Janice stated.

"I was hoping you'd say that," I agreed.

"No problems at home?" asked Janice.

"Not with Marge. How about Travis?" I asked in return.

"He doesn't know but he wouldn't mind," Janice said.

"You're sure?"

"So sure I'm going to fuck you and enjoy every second," she committed.

I squeezed my kegel muscles causing my erection to twerk.

"Nice," said Janice and she began to rub her labia back and forth on my erection, spreading pussy lubricant far and wide. She raised her body, held my cock vertical with one hand and settled the entrance to her vagina on the head of my erection.

"Ready?" she asked.

I response I shifted my hips upward. Janice responded by closing her eyes and settling down on my erection until our pubic hair was entangled.

"Ohhhh," cooed Janice.

I held my breath as she pumped up and down on my cock.I supported her with my arms around her waist and my hands on her back. She threw her head back, arched her back and thrust her breasts out. I took advantage. I kissed, sucked and nibbled on her magnificent nipples.

"Fuck. Fuck. That feels so good," Janice moaned. "You feel so good."

She leaned forward, leaned back and thrust her hips against my erection, repeatedly. Back and forth, up and down, she swallowed my cock with her pussy. I nibbled her tits when I could. I pushed my cock deeper into her on every cycle. Soon, all the activity began to have the obvious reaction.

"It's coming. It's coming," Janice cried. "Don't stop. Don't slow down. It's almost here. Janice screamed as her orgasm hit. Her shoes ended up on the floor and I felt the hot expulsions of her orgasm landing on my thighs. She went almost limp and she fell forward with her tits against my chest and her head on my shoulder breathing heavily.

A few minutes later, Janice took a deep breath and sat more erect on my lap. I repeated twerking my erection.

"Ohhhh. You're still hard. You didn't cum. You want to go again?" Janice asked.

I responded with another twerk.

"I think I can. Just go slow for a while."

We started slow but, within several minutes, we were rutting with the same physical abandonment as before only, this time, when Janice came, she flooded my thighs and fell more heavily against my chest gasping for breath.

I let her rest longer than the first time before I twerked again.

"Who are you?" asked an exasperated Janice. "You're unbelievable. You're still inside me and you still haven't cum."

She wiggled her hips against my crotch and I responded as she expected.

"Okay," she said. "One more time but this time you're going to cum, inside me so I know it's real."

Janice wasn't kidding. I don't know where she got the energy but she began squeezing her pelvic muscles as soon as she started humping me again. She squeezed on every input. She squeezed on every output. She squeezed between inputs and outputs and outputs and inputs. Every motion I made was met with a squeeze.

I had to push harder to enter her and pull harder to retreat. My erection began to tingle with her help. I began to sense that I wasn't going to last much longer, but neither was Janice. It was the inevitable consequence of our coupling. Janice began to tingle too.

When we came, we came together. She flooded my thighs again and I pulsed semen inside more times than I could ever remember. This time, when Janice pushed herself up from my chest after resting for several minutes, she backed off my hips, turned and sat across my lap.

"Thank you," Janice whispered in my ear before she nibbled on my ear lobe. I could feel the hot combined fluids of our fucking draining from her vagina onto my thighs and flowing between my legs to settle on the chair cushion.

We sat together on the chair for a long time. Janice nestled into and kissed my neck. I gently held and massaged her breasts. When my hands began to slide down her over her abdomen, she held her breath. When my fingers began to slide through her pubic hair, she held my hand and said, "Too soon. I need some rest."

I was fine with her request. I needed some rest too.

A pleasant twenty minutes later, Janice up straighter. "I need to pee," she said. She got off my lap and headed for the bathroom. I loved watching her walk away with her naked ass shifting erotically and the glistening fluids running down her legs.

When she exited the bathroom, I was waiting outside the door. She had done a reasonable job of cleaning up. "You didn't have to wait. You could have come in with me," she said. "You could have helped me."

"I'll remember that for next time," I said as I started to slide around her to get into the bathroom.

"Can I help?" asked Janice.

"If you want to," I said.

"Maybe next time," she said. "It's only fair."

When I came out of the bathroom Janice called me from the direction of the master bedroom. When I got there, she was lying, still naked, on the turned down king sized bed. She patted the bed alongside her. Message received. I joined her on the bed.

Janice immediately leaned over me and kissed me. "That was incredible," she said. "I ordered an appetizer and you delivered a banquet."

"Thank you," I responded. "I was expecting a simple fuck and you delivered an entire orgy."

"You have a way with words."

"And you have a way with intercourse."

Janice kissed me again. "Damn, you're fun. Where do we go from here?" she asked.

"Not far," I answered. "I think right here, on the bed, is perfect."

"I didn't mean our location. I like our location as much as you do. I meant, after today. I don't want this to be a one-time thing."

"Sounds good to me," I agreed.

"What about Marge?" asked Janice.

"And Travis?" I asked.

"Yeah. Travis too," Janice agreed.

"I believe Marge would appreciate some one on one time with Travis," I informed Janice.

"Like walking naked into his living room," Janice asked.

"That would work but it doesn't have to be that dramatic. She's willing to work for it as long as Travis knows you're okay with it. Maybe even encouraging it."

"Travis is a guy. I don't think I'll have a problem," Janice committed.

I pushed Janice over on her back. "Now that, that's settled, where do we go from here?" I asked.

"Where ever you want to go," Janice surrendered.

I kissed her lips. I kissed her shoulders. I kissed her breasts. Just for good measure, I kissed her breasts again. Janice giggled and pushed my face into her breasts for a third kiss.

I kissed her navel and then her pubic hair. Janice spread her legs anticipating my next kiss. I used my fingers to slide the cover from her clitoris and kissed the hard nub I found underneath.

"Oh shit." Janice's response was perfect so I did it twice more. I gently sucked on her labia. I used my fingers inside her to rub the root of her clitoris from the inside while I sucked it from the outside. My tongue found its way inside her vagina. My fingers discovered her rectal sphincter. Janice lost control. Her orgasm almost tossed us off the bed.

When she recovered, she admonished me. "Fuck. Stop that for a moment and turn around. I want equal time. She took her time but she eventually managed to suck almost my entire erection into her mouth. She was very good. She did things with her mouth and throat similar to the things she did with her pussy with the same result. The tingling in my penis arrived quickly and I was unable to slow its progress. Almost without any warning, I came forcefully in her mouth.

Janice choked and gagged but recovered quickly and managed to swallow everything that hadn't escaped before her recovery. She spoke from between my legs. "You could have warned me."

"Nobody warned me," I countered.

Janice continued to stroke and suck on my penis in the aftermath of my sudden release. Sooner than expected, her efforts began to have dividends. A very entertaining twenty minutes later, my erection was again ready for action. Janice rolled us over and spread her legs. "Fuck me, please," she asked.

Seconds later, I was deeply inside her, stroking slowly. Janice raised her legs and I rolled up with her to plunge deeper into her. I was determined to prolong our coupling this time. We rolled over until Janice was on top. Minutes later, she rotated on me until she was facing away from me and then we rolled forward until we were on our knees and I was pushing into her from behind.

For almost a half hour, we romped playfully, laughing and fucking ceaselessly. We were back on our knees when Janice had another orgasm. Once they started, it was almost too easy to keep them coming. Her orgasms continued in every position we tried. On her back again, she began to plead, "Help me. I can't keep this up forever. I need you to ...Fuck. Here I go again."

We rolled over again. Janice was on top again. "You're going to cum inside me again," she told me. "Just relax and let it happen. I need it to happen. Already I don't think I can walk and soon I won't be able to sit up either. Please fuck me and give me your sperm."

We reached the end together. Afterward, Janice cuddled up in my arms and we fell asleep.

Marge found us that way, wrapped in each other's arms, asleep and naked.

I woke with someone stroking my cock. I opened my eyes. Marge was sitting on the side of the bed next to me and she was the someone.

"Hi," Marge said.

"Hi," I said in return.

"Looks as if you and Janice had fun."

"Is that was it was?" I asked.

"Janice looks content," Marge suggested.

"And satisfied," I ventured.

"Braggart," accused Marge.

"Should we wake her up and ask her?" I suggested.

"I have a better idea," said Marge.

She got carefully off the bed, stripped off her clothes, walked around the bed and climbed in next to Janice. Marge moved up close to Janice and began to run her fingers through her hair and kiss her neck.

Janice moaned in her sleep and rolled on her back. Marge began to fondle and kiss Janice's breasts. Janice moaned again in her sleep. Marge used one hand to stroke between Janice's legs.

Janice's eyes fluttered and she struggled to wake up. "Again?" she muttered.

She threw her arm over me and realized that I couldn't be next to her on her right and simultaneously be fondling her and fingering her from her left. She turned her head. Marge was waiting for her with a huge smile.

"Oh," said a startled Janice.

"Hi," replied Marge.

"That feels nice," admitted Janice.

"Glad you like it," said a pleased Marge.

"Let me see your tits," said Janice.

Marge kneeled beside Janice. "You're beautiful," said Janice and she reached up to hold Marge's breast.

"I think I should leave you two alone," I suggested.

"No. Don't leave," said Marge. "It will be much more fun with you here."

"Yes. Please stay," pleaded Janice.

An hour later, I had been to school on how women relate to each other sexually and had several opportunities to practice what I'd learned. I came for the third time inside Janice with Marge encouraging me and kissing and fondling Janice at the same time.

We rested for a short time. "The only one missing is Travis," stated Marge.

"Oh my God. Travis. What time is it?" asked Janice.

"Almost seven," said Marge.

"Travis is going to be worried. He doesn't know where I am. I have to go home."

Janice spent several minutes in the bathroom and we all headed for the kitchen and her clothing. Marge and I watched her get dressed and I retrieved her shoes from the living room. She hugged each of us and hurried out the door, headed for home.

I hugged Marge. "Thank you for being so understanding earlier," I told her.

"You're welcome but the only surprise was that Janice was still here," she told me.

"One thing led to another and then another thing," I said.

"No need to explain. I knew what was going to happen. Actually, I was quite pleased to find Janice still here and ever more pleased that she was so open to my presence."

"She's a remarkable woman," I said.

"Agreed," Marge said. "We've started something today that can't be allowed to stop."

"I agree with that sediment," I said.

"We need to include Travis," Marge said.

"Janice agreed to work on him.

"She knows I want to fuck him?" asked Marge.

"She does and she's willing to make it happen for both of you," I said.

"That's encouraging. Did you save anything for me?" Marge asked.

I did and I proved it over the next two hours.

The phone rang just before ten pm. We were still naked. Marge picked up the phone in the bedroom. Janice was on the line. "Travis is eager to spend time with you," she told Marge.

"He knows I want to fuck him?" Marge asked.

"That's almost a quote," said Janice. "He said he wants to fuck you."

"When?"

"Is tomorrow night too soon?" asked Janice.

"I can go to your place and you can come over here," suggested Marge.

"Either way or we can all stay together," suggested Janice.

"Why don't you guys come over for dinner and we'll let things develop spontaneously."

"I like that. When?"

"About six okay?"

"Perfect. See you then," finished Janice.

Marge turned to me. "Looks like we're having dinner and sex tomorrow with Janice and Travis."

"Waiting is not going to be easy," I offered.

"You're impatient? You already know what to expect with Janice. I'm completely in the dark how time with Travis will turn out."

"Can I help you with your concerns?" I asked.

"I need something to eat first," said Marge.

While Marge whipped up a breakfast-like dinner snack of eggs, bacon and toast with orange juice and tea, I cleaned the chair cushion again. We ate sitting naked in the kitchen and I helped Marge with her concerns before we fell asleep.

Marge and I came home from work early on Friday. Marge stopped in the market for dinner groceries and I stopped for wine. Marge bought prime filets for me to grill, potatoes for baking and broccoli she planned to serve with a cheese sauce. I bought four bottles of Argentinean Malbec.

"Four bottles?" asked Marge.

"I thought we might need them," I told her.

"We already know the agenda. You really think we need encouragement?"

"Probably not but it might add to the fun somehow."

Dinner was on schedule for about six fifteen. I just needed to grill the steaks after Janice and Travis arrived. They rang the front door bell just before six pm.

"Welcome," said Marge as she opened the door. Marge hugged Janice and then offered Travis a lingering hug. I hugged Janice pulling her breasts against my chest. I didn't think she was wearing a bra. "Welcome back," I whispered. "And through the front door this time."

Janice laughed silently and gave me a kiss on the lips.

Everyone settled in the living room and I brought a glass of wine for each of us. We made awkward small talk for a few minutes before I excused myself to start the grill. I was out on the patio, waiting for the grill to heat when Janice came out with wine for both of us.

"You have no idea how much I'm looking forward to tonight," she said. She walked over to me and kissed me. A second kiss involved teeth and tongues.

"You left Travis alone with Marge," I stated.

"I did and I hope they're testing each other's resistance while they're alone."

"You're devious," I said.

"Not devious. Just moving things along," Janice confirmed.

"Is that why you didn't wear a bra tonight?" I asked.

Janice unbuttoned the top of her dress and flashed me a naked tit. "Just a matter of convenience," she said.

I started the filets. Filets on the grill have to be done just right and I needed to concentrate on the cooking. Janice, on the other hand, had little to entertain herself. She solved her problem by standing behind me and reaching around my body to slide her hand inside my pants and holding my penis.

"No underwear?" she asked.

"Just a matter of convenience," I said.

Marge stuck her head out the door to ask about timing for the steaks. She noticed Janice's position relative to mine and indicated "naughty" with her fingers. I gave her a two-minute warning and she went back inside.

Dinner was comfortable. Marge and Travis sat on one side of the table and Janice and I on the other, foreshadowing pairings for the rest of the evening. I opened the second bottle of wine to go with dinner. If anyone noticed the top of Janice's dress was unbuttoned, no one mentioned it.

We were relaxing over empty plates, sipping our third glasses of wine when Marge asked Travis, "Do you fantasize?"

Janice almost choked on her wine.

"Fantasize?" asked Travis.

"You know, daydream about things you don't have, things you may want. Especially sexual things," explained Marge. "Tell me about your fantasies," she added.

Janice gently put her wine glass on the table and intently focused on her husband. Travis, on the other hand, was focused intently on the empty plate in front of him. I felt sorry for him. He was being asked to reveal his personal thoughts. Thoughts he probably hadn't shared with Janice.

After a few awkward moments, Marge added fuel to the fire. "Come on, Travis. We're all adults here. Share your sexual fantasy."

When Travis didn't respond, Marge prompted further. "Travis, do you ever fantasize about me?"

Now Marge had my attention. She continued, "It's not difficult. It's just words. Tyler has already shared his fantasy."

"He has?" asked Travis.

"He has and he was very specific. He fantasizes about Janice," Marge revealed.

Everybody at the table, except Travis, knew that was an exaggeration. My fantasy woman didn't have a name until a couple of weeks ago. However, Marge's prompt worked.

"I have," said Travis.

"Fantasized about me?" asked Marge.

"Yes. You."

"Help me out here, Travis," Marge continued. "Tell me more about your fantasy about me. What do we do?"

"You know. We hug. We kiss. We get undressed and we do it," answered Travis.

"You mean we fuck?" asked Marge.

"Yes, we fuck," confirmed Travis.

"That wasn't so hard, was it?" asked Marge. She continued without waiting for an answer. "Travis, do you think your fantasy might ever come true?"

"I guess," said Travis.

"You guess or you hoped?" asked Marge.

"I wished," he answered and looked up at Marge.

"Well, Travis," stated Marge. "There's a genie in that bottle of wine over there and she's going to grant your wish, ... tonight."

Travis let out a huge exhalation as if he had been holding his breath.

"Oh, Travis," said Marge. "We're going to have so much fun tonight."

I topped off all our wine glasses and we moved into the living room. Marge and Travis sat on the sofa. I sat in the large chair with the freshly cleaned cushion. Janice followed behind us. She walked over to Travis and gave him a huge, sloppy kiss with tongue and a smile. Then she walked over to me and sat in my lap and gave me an identical kiss.

Travis watched Janice closely until Marge tapped him on the shoulder. When he turned to face her, Marge planted an equally juicy kiss on his lips. If he was stunned by her kiss, he hid it well. He returned her kiss with intensity and pushed his tongue into her open mouth.

Things began to happen then. Marge and Travis escalated rapidly as if they were alone in the room. Janice and I watched, fascinated. We weren't in a hurry. We knew where we were headed and we were both curious about how Travis and Marge would progress.

Travis and Marge were repeatedly kissing. Travis' hand had migrated to Marge's breast and he was massaging it enthusiastically. Marge had dressed similarly to Janice so I had an idea about what Travis was experiencing. Marge had her eyes closed and, from the way she was pushing her chest into Travis' hand, she was clearly enjoying the contact.

While we watched Marge and Travis, my hand had slipped up under Janice's dress. Janice opened her legs to allow me room. "No underwear?" I asked.

"More convenience," Janice said.

"Nice," I agreed as my fingers began to explore between her already damp labia.

"Marge dressed for convenience too," I told Janice.

"I know. We coordinated," Janice admitted.

"Do you think it will take him long to discover her absence of panties?" I asked.

"Not long," opined Janice. "Do we have to be here, watching, when he does?"

"I don't," I said.

"Neither do I," Janice agreed. She rose from my lap, turned and offered me a hand. I stood up and we turned to leave the room together. It was hard to miss that Marge's dress was open, off her shoulders, bunched on her hips and Travis was fondling, kissing and sucking on her naked breasts.

"Wow, he's quick," I said.

"Quick to start, slow to finish," said Janice as she led me from the room.

In the hallway, Janice turned toward the master bedroom. I stopped her and steered her toward the guest bedroom. "Tonight, Marge and Travis deserve the larger bed," I said.

Janice agreed and headed toward the guest bedroom with its smaller queen-sized bed. Inside, she closed the door, turned toward me and started to remove her dress. I stopped her. "Let me," I suggested.

We moved together, kissed softly and quickly progressed to a passionate embrace. I held her close, pressing my chest against her breasts. My arms wrapped around her hips and I lifted her dress until I could hold her bare cheeks in my hands. We kissed fiercely as we ground our hips against each other. When we stopped to breathe, Janice stepped back and pulled the top of her dress off her shoulders, revealing her breasts with their perky nipples.

I took advantage of her offer. I pulled her toward me, buried my face in her breasts and began to kiss and nibble everything I could reach. Janice wiggled in my arms and her dress fell off her onto the floor. Minutes later, I was a naked as she was.

We embraced and slowly wandered in the direction of the bed. I pushed her onto the bed on her back and stepped back to enjoy the view. "Still wearing your heels," I said.

"I know you like me to wear them."

"I like knocking them off," I said.

Janice slid back on the bed and spread her legs. She reached down and separated her labia with both hands. "All week all I could think about is having you between my legs and inside me."

"I'd be happy to oblige you," I promised.

"We're going to do so many things tonight that I've fantasized about all week, but we're going to start here, with you inside me and you're going to cum inside me. No games. No prolonging the feeling. Just fuck and have an orgasm, both of us."

By the time I took the three steps to the side of the bed, I was wickedly hard and thinking wicked. I slid into her with ease and we began a long, languid exchange of sexual fluids. Janice had her first orgasm after about six or seven minutes and we came together five minutes later. Janice was effusive in kissing me as I fell out of her and rolled up alongside her. "That was exactly what I needed," she said. "Now we can get down and dirty," she added.

The gloves were off as was everything else. Janice wasted no time in working to resurrect my penis. "Damn, I taste good on you," she said after an initial oral inspection of my cock. I relaxed on the bed and let her pursue her desires. Over time, my erection began to reinflate and Janice slowly rotated around until she was straddling my face. Her pussy was shinning and dripping with both clear and milky emissions. I assumed the clear drippings were hers and the rest mine. A few weeks ago, I might have hesitated to orally approach such a mixture but tonight I was all too happy to taste the mixture and please her as well.

Orally, Janice had another orgasm. Riding me, she had another and fucking her from behind gave us both near blackouts. We rested for a pleasant half hour wrapped in each other's arms and napping occasionally before we began another round of spirited sexual gymnastics. At one point, Janice had a finger so far up my ass I thought I might bite her fingernails.

My fingers up her ass led Janice to suggest other items might go there as well. Seconds later, I was in position to lubricate and penetrate her ass with my unusually stiff erection. We moved slowly at first. When the helmet of my erection cleared Janice's rectal sphincter, she took a deep breath and shoved her body back into mine. I resisted her push and pushed back in return, resulting in my sliding completely inside her with my coarse pubic hair pressed against the silky surface of her buttocks. We paused for a moment and then began a rhythmic dance with my shaft as a piston and her rectum as the shaft. The result was the longest uninterrupted sexual experience of our short relationship. My body strained and my skin turned red as I forced my semen deep into her bowels and Janice had tears in her eyes as the heat of my ejaculate spread throughout her abdomen and she squirted slippery liquid over my thighs.

When we had recovered somewhat, Janice managed to exclaim, "I've never done that before."

"You're referring to anal intercourse?" I asked.

"That too but I was referring to squirting. I'd heard that it was theoretically possible and that some women actually did squirt but I never in a million years thought that I'd be one of them."

"It was a pleasant surprise for me," I offered. "Do you think we could figure out how you got there and do it again?"

"That's a challenge I'm more than willing to take on," Janice accepted.

An hour or so later, nearing midnight, Janice and I headed for the bathroom with the intention of following on to the kitchen for some hydration and something to eat. The bathroom visit delayed us somewhat. We showered together and I soaped and rinsed her body for her. Her soapy and slippery tits delayed us while I insured they were hygienically clean, several times. Janice found my soaped and slippery cock to be equally fascinating and used it to clean the inside of her vagina.

On the way to the kitchen, Janice couldn't resist peeking into the master bedroom over my caution to "let things be." She peeked anyway and reported that the bed was a mess and our spouses were asleep tangled together with Marge's naked ass facing the door.

We drank several glasses of water each and followed with beers and cold cuts fed to each other. Janice was on a happy high and she was happiest with my cock inside her. Wherever we sat, however we sat, Janice would find a way to maneuver her pussy so that it hid my cock. We weren't really fucking, just being comfortably connected, a reminder of where we'd been and where we were going.

Sometime later, Travis wandered into the kitchen. He looked wrung out. His hair was a mess and his body covered with drying and flaky bodily fluids.

"You look like a glazed donut," said Janice. "Go take a shower."

"I'm waiting for Marge to finish," Travis said.

"You let her take a shower alone? Get your sticky ass back there and make sure every nook and cranny of her body is clean. And while you're at it, let her make sure you're spotless as well."

Travis turned and headed back to the bathroom.

A few minutes later, Marge came into the kitchen. She had a towel wrapped on her head and she was wearing a long diaphanous robe held together with a single button just below her breasts.

"That was quick," said Janice. "Where's Travis?"

"He's in the shower."

"You didn't wait for him?"

"Why would I wait?" asked Marge.

"He was going to share the shower with you to make sure you were clean and let you help him clean up also," explained Janice.

"I was finished before he got there. Good idea though. Maybe next time."

"I like that robe," said Janice.

Marge looked around. "Thanks but it looks like I'm violating the undress code."

"Not a problem," said Janice. "There are no dress rules. Wear it or not, your choice."

Marge undid the single button allowing the robe to hang open in the front. She rubbed the towel on her hair, removed it and tossed it on a nearby chair. The robe flowed out behind her as she walked the short distance to the coffee maker on the counter. Marge flowed back to the table with her mug of coffee and sat down. She leaned her elbows on the table and held her mug of coffee in both hands. I could see that she was tired, almost exhausted, from the night's activities. I could also see her beautiful breasts hanging slightly from her chest as she leaned forward.

Travis joined us a few moments later. He was still shinny but from excessive cleanliness this time. He was wearing a pair of blue Haines briefs. They looked vaguely familiar and I suspected he found them in my dresser. We were all quiet as he poured himself a mug of coffee and joined us at the table. Neither of them noticed Janice and I were drinking beer and they were drinking coffee. I took that to mean their night was over and ours was taking a half-time break.

Janice looked at Travis and I thought she was considering giving him a break. "Marge," she said, "I think Travis is tired and we should probably head home."

"Why?" asked Marge. "You can fuck here as well as home without the need to get dressed or drive at night."

Travis perked up. "Here? As in the kitchen?" he asked.

"No Travis," answered Marge. "Not in the kitchen unless you want to. I was offering you and Janice the guest room and breakfast in the morning."

"What do you think, Travis?" asked Janice. "Do you want to fuck me in the guest room?"

"Maybe just once," Travis suggested.

"Then it's decided," added Marge. "You guys should go fuck each other and we'll see you in the morning."

Janice swigged the remainder of her beer and stood up, her breasts swinging handsomely. She put out a hand to help Travis. He abandoned the rest of his coffee, got up and they headed for the guest bedroom hand in hand.

When we heard the door close, Marge asked. "You want to do the same with me?"

"I do," I admitted, "but you look exhausted. "Are you sure you're up for it?"

"I am tired but I need to finish the evening with you," Marge said.

We headed for our bedroom. Neither of us finished our drinks. In the bedroom, Marge's actions were more romantic than hedonistic. We stood, hugged and kissed each other. We moved toward the bed unhurriedly and, once on the bed, proceeded slowly and gently with prolonged embraces. Eventually, Marge rolled me on top of her and I entered her emotionally, like she was the love of my life, because she was.

Marge fell asleep quickly after we finished. She rolled away from me, assumed a modified fetal position and went to sleep with a soft snore.

I couldn't sleep. The beer and the thoughts of Janice's willing body were interrupting my attempts to sleep. Call it fantasizing but I couldn't sleep. After thirty furtive minutes, I slipped carefully out of bed and headed for the guest bedroom. I open the door very slowly. Janice was awake with Travis curled up next to her and asleep similarly to Marge.

"I can't sleep," I whispered.

"Neither can I," Janice answered.

"What do you want to do?" I asked.

"I want to fuck you some more," Janice declared with a huge smile.

"What about Travis?" I asked.

"I think I can get him awake enough to move him. He'll fall asleep again and never remember being moved. Where can I stash him?"

"Next to Marge. She's sound asleep. Neither of them will remember that they didn't fall asleep together in the morning."

Janice got slowly out of the bed and walked around to Travis. She began to whisper in his ear and shake him awake.

"Do you need any help?" I asked.

"No. I can handle him myself. You could just make sure the doors are open."

Janice managed to get Travis on his feet and shuffled him down the hall to the master bedroom. I watched her manage him into bed behind Marge. She put Travis' arm over Marge and tiptoed out of the room.

In the hall, she embraced me and asked, "What should we do and where should we do it?"

"Bent over the table or on your back on it. Whatever suits you," I suggested.

"I think both is a possibility if I can have another beer when were done."

I had nothing to say in response to her suggestion. We headed for the kitchen and twenty minutes later, Janice had the first of two beers. She earned the second beer by riding me as I sat on a chair until I came inside her. We headed for the guest bedroom when she finished her beer.

It's amazing the things naked and determined men and women can do with each other while waiting for the guy's erection to return to the party. I'd tell you we woke up in the morning but the reality was that we decided to take a break when dusk turned to dawn and dawn turned to daylight. We headed for the bathroom to shower. "Not there," said Janice. "The tub is too small. Let's use the larger shower off your bedroom."

"We walked silently through the master bedroom and headed for the shower. Marge and Travis looked as if neither of them had moved all night.

The earlier shower I shared with Janice was an experience and this shower was no exception. Janice found several ways to slide my erection into her while we washed and tasted each other. We were in the shower for a long time before Marge came into the bathroom.

"Don't let me disturb you," Marge said. "I have to pee."

Marge peed while we both stopped and watched her. "Voyeurs," she said when she noticed us.

"Join us," suggested Janice.

Without words, Marge dried herself, flushed the toilet and stepped into the shower with us. Marge found Janice's breasts to be at least as fascinating as I did. I watched for a short while, watching the women, kiss, fondle and stroke each other's pussies. I let myself out of the shower without comment. I grabbed a bathrobe from my closet and headed back to the kitchen.

I brewed fresh coffee and found some day-old Danish in the refrigerator that I put on the table. I drank coffee and waited. Marge and Janice came into the kitchen together, dry but still naked. Both grabbed coffee and sat at the table with me.

"I'm famished," said Janice. "You mentioned breakfast," she said to Marge.

"I don't know what I was thinking," said Marge. "Tyler has already found most of what I could rustle up for breakfast." She indicated the day old pastries on the table.

"Then let's go out and have a huge breakfast feast," suggested Janice.

The vote was unanimous. We stood up and headed for our clothing. "What about Travis?" asked Marge.

"Go wake him up," suggested Janice.

"Me?"

"Yes. You. And do it before you put on any clothing."

"Really?"

"Trust me. He'll love it. When he reaches for you, tell him he'll have to wait 'til after breakfast. Then get dressed.

Travis woke exactly as Janice described and seemed pleased that Marge was promising an after breakfast treat. The rest of us got dressed while Travis cleaned up in the bathroom. Marge loaned Janice panties but Janice declined a bra saying she was avoiding the inconvenience while looking at me.

I loaned Travis another pair of briefs since he was unable to locate his own or my previous loaner pair. Marge looked for mine under the covers in the guest bedroom without success. She never found Janice's or Travis' either. Janice solved the mystery when she told us neither of them had worn underwear Friday night and I admitted not wearing mine either.

We had breakfast at an all-night diner. We carried on at breakfast like a bunch of teenagers that had been up all night and couldn't tell their parents what they had been doing. The up all night part was accurate for at least half of us.

We parted after breakfast at the diner and headed for our own homes. Janice was adamant that we should see each other again. I agreed but I withheld my thoughts until Marge answered. Marge was noncommittal but she politely suggested that we needed to talk and we'd get back to Janice.

Later, at our house, Marge and I deconstructed the night before. "Are you alright?" I asked.

"I'm fine. Why do you ask?" responded Marge.

"Well, you seemed reluctant to commit to see Janice and Travis again," I explained.

"I guess I was," answered Marge. "I just needed to process and think for awhile."

"Wasn't your time with Travis okay?" I pushed.

"It was fine," she responded.

"Just fine?" I asked.

"Don't get me wrong," Marge said. "Travis is an excellent lover. I had multiple orgasms as did he."

"Then what's the problem?" I asked.

"It's just sometimes he ... I don't know. He just went off the rails," Marge said.

"I don't understand. Could you be more specific?" I answered.

"Three of four times during the night he ... he just went into a trance-like state."

"Trance-like? Like he froze up or something?" I asked.

"No," answered Marge. "Just the opposite. He became like a machine, fucking me like a locomotive out of control, without any regard for what I was feeling. You know I don't like rough sex. I literally had to push him off me to get him to stop" and I lost the opportunity for several more orgasms as a result."

"That sounds serious," I consoled her.

"It wasn't as bad as it sounds. He was immediately contrite and followed up with care and passionate loving. I just can't understand why he acted that way at all. I've been thinking about it and it can't be an unsolvable problem. After all, Janice must be aware of his spells and she must deal with them somehow."

"You should talk to her," I suggested.

"I will," committed Marge. "Meanwhile, how was your time with Janice?"

"Janice is sexual dynamo. Not rough or violent, just active, inventive and willing to try almost anything," I told her.

"So, I guess you'd like a repeat with her?" asked Marge.

"As many repeats as you're comfortable with," I responded.

"I think I need to talk to Janice immediately," said Marge as she headed for the phone.

Marge returned about forty minutes later and sat next to me on the sofa. "Janice was very helpful," she said before I could ask. "She apologized for not warning me about Travis. She and Travis have had long conversations about what she referred to as his 'over enthusiasm' while having sex. She explained it as he sometimes gets extremely emotional during sex and it manifests as focused, uncontrollable physical expression on his part. He's better with her now and she knows the signs when he's beginning to feel 'focused" and she can deflect him. She thinks his first time with me was an emotional time for him and he forgot his need to control himself. She gave me several suggestions I could use to deflect him if he was starting to lose control."

"That sounds promising," I ventured.

"It is. Janice and Travis are coming here Friday for dinner and games. I should have asked you but I thought you wouldn't mind."

"I don't mind. Thanks for inviting them. Meanwhile, are we back to two a day workouts?"

"Now?"

"Now would be perfect," I agreed.

We didn't make it back to the bedroom for several hours.

Wednesday, Marge had an update from Janice. "It seems Janice took my comments the other day too seriously."

"What does that mean?" I asked.

"She's actively looking for someone who can tolerate Travis' rough sex with a partner that's gentler for me."

"Is she crazy?" I exclaimed.

"Yep. I told her to forget it. I'm not interested in sex with a random stranger. You and Travis are all I can handle and I told her you weren't in favor either," Marge explained.

"You're correct about me and I believe you about you."

"She said she'd drop the proposition," said Marge.

"Are we still on for Friday?" I asked.

"We are. I am and I assume you are as well."

"You are correct as usual. Keep dinner light and easy so the games can be heavy and hard."

"Could you use a hard game right now?" offered Marge.

"I'm up if you are," I answered.

She was.