While Husbands Travel Ch. 10

Chapter 10 Swaps

Jane had caught Beth off-guard. What was she to wear? Jane had not offered any advice on the matter. Should she go commando? This was the norm among the horny housewives who belonged to the neighbourhood's secret sex group. On the other hand, when she went out in public, she always carefully maintained her persona as a typical conservative suburban housewife. In other words, she would dress modestly and always wear a bra and a panty. Beth took the default conservative option, bra and panty underneath her regular outfit.

She then strode over to Jane's house. Just as her finger approached the doorbell, the door opened. Jane has watch her cross their yards. She smiled and let her petite blond friend into the house. They spent the next several minutes kissing each other. Almost three weeks had gone since their last lustful kiss.

When they finally separated, Jane's eyes looked up and down Beth's body appraising her choice of garments. They were as conservative as her own. Jane was also aware of the need to maintain public propriety.

"We will take my car once night falls," Jane informed her. "Then we'll drive to the strip mall and park a few stores down from the bar. Before we go in, you and I will take turns removing our bras and panties. One of us can has to keep alert in case some stranger is looking in our direction."

The two women managed to carry out their plan without incident. In fact, it was a Saturday night and well past 9:00. Most of the stores in the strip mall were already closed. It was almost deserted except for the Purple Pussy.

They entered the establishment, this time knowing that it was a lesbian handout. After taking a table, they looked around. In sharp contrast to the strip mall, the bar was busy, in fact much busier than it had been on their first time visit. The female clientele were in various states of dress, or undress, although none were nude. The two women believed that it had something to do with the local by-laws or the conditions of the establishment's licence.

Beth and Jane ordered glasses of wine. As their eyes adjusted to the dim lights in the bar, they were able to see more. Several of the women were looking at them with varying degree of interest. After all, they were newbies as far as most of the women were concerned. They slowly sipped their drinks taking in the atmosphere. Nether woman knew what to expect, let alone what to do.

Alive all-female band appeared. As the music began, various female couples rose from their seats and danced with each other on the small dance floor.

Jane took the initiative. "We can't just sit here all night," she declared. "Let's dance." She took Beth's hand and led her to the dance floor.

The music was sensual and lightly rhythmic. The two women embraced each other. As Beth was the shorter of the two, she swung her arms around Jane's neck while Jane's arms wrapped around her waist. Before too long, Beth placed her head against Jane's shoulder, enjoying the bigger woman's warmth. Beth and Jane noticed that the other female couples were kissing and fondling each other. Obviously, this was acceptable behaviour. Every time, Beth looked at Jane's face, Jane would hold her more tightly in her larger embrace and kiss her.

For the next two hours, they relaxed and enjoyed each other's company. There were a few instances when some woman or other copped a feel from them but, based on their previous experience, they had come to expect something like this could happen. So they were not offended when one or another woman copped a feel. However, they were largely left alone, probably because the women in the bar assumed that they were a steady lesbian couple committed to each other.

During this period, the two neighbours noticed that some of the female couples were switching partners. Eavesdropping, they overheard that the evening was devoted to lesbian couples who were looking to swap partners. Apparently, it was lesbian swingers' night. Female couples had come here to meet other female couples with the express purpose of swapping partners. When a connection was made, two couples would leave the bar. Sex was not allowed on the premises. They had to go somewhere off-premises.

It was getting late. So far, no one had attempted to proposition them. Beth guessed that the other women in the establishment had sensed their newness to the situation and decided not to put any pressure on them by leaving them alone.

Beth was about to suggest to Jane that it was time to go home but stopped when a warm soft female hand slipped under her skirt from behind, squeezing and stroking her butt cheek. This was qualitatively more aggressive and more overtly sexual than the gropes that they had endured up to now. Then the same hand slid between her legs following the inside contours if her bottom. A finger briefly explored he anus, slid across her perineum and then stroked her labia and clitoris! Beth shivered. The hand was clearly experienced and very skilful. Soon her pussy was wet.

At first, Beth thought Jane was the culprit. So when she looked up at Jane's face, she saw that Jane was looking over her shoulder at someone else. Some one else, a total stranger, not Jane, was molesting the centre of her femaleness.

"Is she yours?" the stranger behind Beth asked. The tone of her question dripped with authority.

"She is," Jane replied, making no attempt to disabuse the stranger of her notion that Beth somehow 'belonged' to her.

Beth's immediate reaction was to resent the molester's insinuation that she lacked personal autonomy. Although Beth liked to play the submissive once in a while, it was still always on her own terms, no one else's, not even Jane's. Beth also knew, though, that Jane would never make her do anything against her will although she was usually willing to experiment and to allow Jane to push the envelop.

Beth turned her face back to Jane's. Each was trying to figure out what the other was thinking. Neither said a word. Jane could read Beth easily. Her little friend was uncertain what to say or do. In contrast, what Beth saw in Jane's face was a challenge. Jane wanted to see where this could go and have Beth go along with it.

Beth still said nothing. She still didn't know what to say or do. This female couple were hardcore lesbians. She was both nervous about where this was heading but excited at the thought of a new adventure. In the final analysis, if she didn't like what was happening, she finally told herself, she could always quit and leave.

Meanwhile, the woman who had accosted them interpreted Beth's quiet demeanour as another sign of her subservience to Jane. So she focussed on Jane believing that Jane was the dominant partner, but was uncertain if Jane was willing to share her partner. Some women, she knew, were rather possessive about their female lovers and unwilling to share. This type of of female couple was known to show up the bars as a place to go for a night out.

Jane was silent. The stranger took her silence as a sign that she was expected to explain herself.

My name is Miriam," the woman started. She pointed at a nearby table where an Asian woman was sitting. She added, "That's Fang. She's a sub and my live-in lover. Will you join us at our table and I'll explain?"

After they sat down at Miriam's table, Miriam introduced Fang to Jane and Beth.

"I'm Jane," she said finally introducing herself first. She gestured toward Beth. "That little lesbian slut is mine, but we still need to know you a little better."

They began with some small talk. Beth and Jane learned that Miriam and Fang were a long-time lesbian couple. They in turn learned that Jane and Beth were full-time housewives. If they had any thought that Miriam would be put off by a couple of part-time lesbians, they were mistaken. Quite to the contrary, Miriam was intrigued by the idea of having sex with men's wives.

After about an hour, Miriam directed the conversation to what was the main point for her. "I like you two. I think the four of us could have some real fun together. We'd like to invite you to our place provided you're free and want to."

Jane was interested but wasn't sure about Beth. "When did you have in mind?" she asked.

"Tomorrow is ideal," Miriam replied. "It's a Sunday. We could have all day to become acquainted."

Jane looked doubtful. "That's too soon," she finally said. She wanted to talk privately to Beth before committing the both of them. She was worried that accepting Miriam's invitation would provoke a negative reaction from Beth. "I need a little time to think about," she said.

"I'm sorry. I don't mean to rush you," Miriam continued, "but our jobs involve a lot of travelling and require flexibility, We are away from home a lot" she explained. "I run a modelling agency. Fang was one of my models. She has become both my business partner and my submissive live-in girlfriend. If you can't or don't want to, I fully understand." Miriam handed over a slip of paper. "Here's our address and telephone number. If you decide to accept my invitation, call me. Then we can arrange a time."

Calling it a night, the Miriam and Fang left the bar.

Jane and Miriam had done most of the talking. Like Fang, Beth had said almost nothing. Now Jane needed to hear Beth's opinion. She hoped that Beth shared her sense of adventure and would be open to the idea of having an adventure with these two committed lesbians, but she could not be sure until they talked about it privately.

As they walked to the car, they recalled the evening's experiences. They had endured the fondling of various parts of their bodies, which, unlike their first visit to this bar, was something that they knew what to expect. They giggled as they confessed to each other that they had enjoyed being sexual objects to other women.

After Miriam and Fang had left, a couple of other women propositioned them as well. Although flattered, they had politely declined their advances. They had a lot to absorb and wanted to talk about.

Jane invited Beth to share her bed with her for the night. Beth gladly accepted. The night in the lesbian bar had stimulating their libidos to fever pitch. They sated their desires in each other's arms before falling asleep.

On the following day, they talked about their experiences in the lesbian bar, focussing mostly on Miriam and her submissive partner.

"Miriam thinks you're relationship with me is similar to hers with Fang. I know you don't mind letting me take the lead once in a while but what Miriam is expecting is a true submissive like Fang. I would describe you as occasionally passive rather than submissive. Accepting Miriam's invitation means you will at least try to act like a submissive."

Beth understood what Jane was driving at. She would have to play a role in which she had to do what she was told.

"I can always pull out if things go too far. Right?" Beth said.

"Of course," Jane replied.

"I'm game to give it a try," Beth said. "You can call her and tell her we, no you, accept her invitation on our behalf."

Jane smiled. How far her little friend might go, she could not say, but at least she was willing to give it a try.

Jane pulled out the slip of paper containing Miriam's address and telephone number. She called Miriam and told her that she accepted her invitation. They then decided that their rendezvous between the two female couples would take place on Tuesday afternoon.

* * *

On Tuesday morning, Miriam called and made an unusual, one that was easy for the two friends to fulfil. They asked their guests to make themselves squeaky clean before left, telling her that she and Fang would do likewise. They also agreed to set chose 1:30 as the approximate time of arrival.

Jane led Beth into the shower where the two women washed each other, making sure that every nook and cranny of their bodies were thoroughly cleaned. They enjoyed their mutual bathing so much that they contemplated having a round of sex before going to Miriam's home, but they ultimately decided against it because, if they did, they would have to shower again to fulfil Miriam's very specific request.

Nevertheless, Jane continued to arouse the smaller woman's desires because she believed that making her excited would help overcome some of Beth's nervousness and make her more willing to play the role of a submissive. The hornier Beth was the easier it would be to make her comply to whatever sexual demands that their the hosts might make on her.

Since the two women were anticipating an afternoon of sexual activity, they decided to wear short dresses with hems high enough to expose of most of their silky-smooth thighs. They dispensed with bras and panties since they could quickly slip into Jane's car through the rear door of the garage and then go straight to the address that Miriam had given them without anyone seeing how underdressed they were.

When Jane checked the address on the Internet, she discovered that their hosts' home was on the outskirts of town. It would take them about an hour to get there by car.

When they finally pulled into Miriam's driveway, they observed that her house was about the same size as their own suburban homes although the property as a whole was much larger than those in their own neighbourhood. It's size provided room for an extensive system of trees and bushes along the perimeter of the fence-in property. They largely blocked a view of the house by all but the most determined. Trees gave the place an air of the countryside. The property's gardens showed that their hosts were fond of herbs and flowers.

Jane rang the doorbell. A minute later, the door opened. Fang welcomed them in with a wave of the hand. She was wearing a sexy white diaphanous chemise that revealed her nakedness underneath.

Beth and Jane had seen her at the Purple Pussy but she was sitting down most of the time and it had been dark in the bar too. Now they could see her in full light of day. She was a beauty. Slightly shorter than Beth, she had a slim body, a tiny waist line and two small, cute symmetrical breasts. She led them into the house. As they followed, they saw that her butt was pert and small but still very feminine.

Miriam got up from the sofa as they walked into the living room. At the same time, without prompting, Fang removed her chemise and stood naked in front of the other three women.

Miriam's first words were, "I can understand why you walk side by side in public, but in this house," she looked directly at Beth, "the slut follows her mistress."

Beth winced at the description, but then remembered that Jane had previously described as her little lesbian slut. She had said in front of her husband no less!

"Sluts also aren't allowed to wear clothing in this house," Miriam added.

Jane glanced at Beth. "You heard her, you little slut. Strip!"

Beth did as she was told. Her body language, one hand over her pussy and an arm across her breasts, attested to her embarrassment at exposing herself to a domineering woman, a woman who she barely knew.

"Fang," come over here," her mistress ordered.

The naked Asian woman obeyed.

Miriam was now standing next to Jane. They kissed for a minute or two.

"Let's swap sluts," Miriam suggested. "Fang is a good little slut. She'll do whatever you tell her to do."

"Sure," Jane replied although she had no idea what Miriam had in mind for Beth or how far Beth was willing to cooperate. Beth had her limits although those limits had expanded considerably in the last few months. She then turned her attention to Fang.

Miriam walked around the the petite blonde, examining her visually. Beth blushed. She was a sexual object to Miriam. She noticed the hungry almost predatory look on her face, almost as if the little blonde was a tasty meal.

But Beth was not a natural exhibitionist. Modesty still meant something to her. She was shy and fearful but also excited. Then she reminded herself that she had 'signed up' for this. She was aware that she was about to become a participant in some kind of lesbian sex party.

"Nice and cute," Miriam said. "Your type, I guess?" she said directing her question to Jane.

"Yes," Jane agreed. "I bet my little lesbian slut is already wet too. In case you're wondering, she is a very delicious dish in more ways than one."

Beth blushed, both flattered and embarrassed by Jane's remark. Simultaneously, her pussy moistened in anticipation. She was not normally an exhibitionist but the thought of displaying her naked body to a woman who wanted to take control over her body and ravish her to satisfy her own lesbian lusts.

Miriam approached Beth from behind while Beth stood still. She grasped the blonde's breasts in her hands from behind and began fondling them at the same time as she pressed her own body against Beth's back. Her hand then slid down the front of body. One hand slid between her legs and brushed across her hairless lower lips. One finger crossed her clitoris and follow the valley between labia minor until it found her hole. The finger went in easily. It wiggled inside her and then withdrew.

Beth shivered with erotic delight.

Beth heard the smacking of lips, "You're right, Jane. Your little slut does taste really good. I think I will enjoy her."

As the domineering woman continued to grope her, Beth could see that she was at least ten years older than her, Nevertheless, she was still quite beautiful for her age.

"Have you tasted my slinky slut yet?" Miriam asked. Her question was directed at Jane and was referring to her Asian lover.

A few moments later, Jane replied. "She tastes a little like ginger, tangy but sweet. Her pussy's odour reminds of flowers, very fragrant."

"Then Fang is aptly named because her name means 'fragrance'."

Miriam stopped fondling Beth. She turned to Jane again. "Let's you and I sit on the couch," she suggested as she removed her clothes. Since she wore very little, she was nude in seconds. Jane followed suit and sat next to her The two mistresses kissed each other.

After a few minutes, Miriam broke the kiss. She adjusted her seating position so that her pussy was on the edge of the couch. "Come here, slut." She was clearly addressing Beth.

When Beth approached her, she told to get down on her knees. Miriam reached over, placed her hand on the back of Beth's head and then pulled her face against aromatic pussy. Beth knew what was expected of her and began to apply her cunt-lapping skills to Miriam's hairy delta of Venus.

Fang seemed to know what she was expected to do because she moved quickly toward Jane. Putting her hands on Jane's hips, she encouraged Jane to shift her as toward the edge of the couch. Jane cooperated. Fang opened her legs and went straight to work performing cunnilingus on her. She alternated among licking and sucking on her female parts. Her tongue occasionally worked its way into Jane's quickly moistening womanhood.

This went on for at least ten minutes. Jane came first, squirting her juices on Fang's face. Beth achieved the same result from Miriam a few moments later.

Temporarily sated, Miriam and Jane pulled out from their slouching position. Miriam invited Jane to kitchen for tea. Fang quickly followed and fulfilled her duty to make tea for her guests.

The four women chatted for a while. Fang and Beth spoke only when they were spoken to.

After about an hour, Miriam said, "Let's move to the playroom."

The 'playroom' was a bedroom which had been converted into a lesbian sex room. It contained toys and other accoutrements of various sorts as well as a mat strewn with cushions of various sizes.

"Let our little bitches give us a show," she added.

Fang led Beth to the mat. Facing each other while on the knees, the two woman began to kiss each other. They pressed their bodies together, making their pert breasts flatten against the other. The two blonde and the other Asian began to kiss each other, tentatively at first but with more growing ardour as the minutes passed. Their and arms flowed over each other's bodies from their shoulders to their cute little asses.

As the two mistresses watched the show from the sidelines, they alternatively stroked each other's thigh or breast. Eventually, their mutual fondling reached the point where they used their fingers to explore each other's moist female parts. However, paying more attention to making out with each other diverted their attention from the two women who were supposed to be giving them a sex show.

Miriam had suddenly interrupted her sex play with Jane and had turned her attention to Beth and Fang. "Stop!" Miriam ordered.

Fang froze in place while Beth's response was delayed by a couple of seconds. She didn't want to stop as she was enjoying the feeling of the Asian woman's soft warm body and slim and yet sexy contours. She had almost forgotten about the two bigger woman as she had become intrigued the Asian woman.

"Move aside," she told the two women on the mat. Complying, Fang crawled until she was off the mat. A frustrated Beth reluctantly followed her example.

Miriam then got off the couch, indicated to Jane to do the same. Not knowing what to expect, Jane played along. She followed Miriam onto the mat. The two women resumed their kissing and fondling of each other.

Miriam briefly stopped to say, "Just watch, no touching," She turned her attention back to Jane.

Jane and Miriam were soon wrapped up in each other again. Miriam urged Jane to lie her back. Miriam straddled her, her back to Jane's head. She shifted back until her pussy was over Jane's head. As she lowered her head to Jane's wet womanhood, she lowered her own sodden snatch to Jane's moth. The two women engaged in a sexy lesbian sixty-nine until they came.

Meanwhile, on the edge of the mat, Beth and Fang glanced at each other obviously desiring to imitate their mistresses, even more so because Miriam had not been allowed them to consummate their burgeoning sexual relationship. They were doubly frustrated because they were forced to be voyeurs while their selfish mistresses gave each other the pleasure they craved for themselves.

Fang could see that Beth was about to pounce on her. So she waved her index finger at her in negation. "No, no, this is not allowed," she told Beth in a whisper, "not until they say we can."

Miriam encouraged Jane to get on her hands and knees. Meanwhile, Fang positioned herself behind Jane. She knew what she was supposed to do. Her face approached Jane's ass. It looked like she was about to perform cunnilingus on her.

"Raise your butt by getting into the knee-chest position," Miriam suggested. "Take a small cushion and rest your head on it."

Both Beth and Jane thought that was an unusual request.

"It will make it easier for my slut to access your good parts," Miriam continued.

What Miriam said made sense. The position was a bit awkward for her head and upper body but it did have the effect of raising her pussy higher into the air, making it more exposed and therefore more easily accessible to Fang's lingual attentions.

Beth's pussy moistened when she saw her friend and neighbour so brazenly expose herself to her and to the unusual lesbian couple. She had the urge to lick her friend but she knew she had to stay in character.

Fang's slurped tongue, sucked and slurped at Jane's wanton snatch. Jane was moaning with pleasure, especially when her tongue slipped between he nether lips and drank sexual juices directly from the source.

Events took an unexpected turn, unexpected to Beth that is. Jane was caught off-guard, though, when Fang began to lick and suck her asshole too.

Beth had never even thought of such a possibility as a form of sexual play, let alone see it happening before her eyes. It was so nasty. Jane must have been surprised too because she briefly lifted her head to look behind and then put her head back down on the cushion with a smile on her face. Jane was enjoying what Fang's mouth was doing to her asshole. This continued for several minutes. Jane's heavier breathing and louder moan attested to Fang's oral skills.

Suddenly, Jane's eyes popped open I surprise. Fang was giving her anus the same treatment she had just been giving to her genitals. She raised no objection though. Although licking her there was not as sensual as licking her pussy, she still derived pleasure from the forbidden act. In fact, its novelty and uniqueness had the effect of multiplying her enjoyment of her lover's oral attention.

Now Beth knew why Miriam was so insistent about their cleanliness. 'Oh shit,' she thought, as she began to realize that she might have to do the same thing for Miriam.

"Come over here," Miriam said. "Show me what a good little little slut you are."

Miriam had also taken the chest-knees position.

One voice in Beth; s brain told her not to follow Fang's example because it was perverse and wrong. This voice reminded herself that she was an autonomous individual who had the right to refuse. But if she did, however, she would disrupt the lustful unrestrained atmosphere that now pervaded in the playroom.

"Eat my pussy and my asshole," Miriam ordered.

Beth suppressed the urge to rebel. She told herself that she had committed herself to play the role of Jane's slutty sub. Jane would want her to obey. She remembered seeing the challenge in Jane's eyes. Then she put her mouth against Miriam's juicy labia and began to lick and suck on those female parts that were to be found in the vee of her legs.

As the minutes passed, Miriam's moaning grew louder and the flow of her female juices increased. With satisfaction, Beth noted that she was doing an effective job. However, she had avoided Miriam's asshole.

"For a housewife" Miriam grunted, "you are a good little slut but you still have a task to do." Then she decided to be specific. "Do my asshole, slut."

Beth's tongue slid off Miriam's sodden snatch and the across the woman's perineum. Miriam shivered. Apparently, what Beth was doing doing to her perineum was giving her a great deal of pleasure.

"My asshole, damn it!" Miriam complained.

Beth followed the trail of the perineum until her mouth arrived as her anal hole. She put the tip of her tongue on the anus as if she was trying to determine if it was safe to continue. She was unintentionally teasing Miriam although she didn't know that until Miriam complained for her to continue.

While this was going on, and, given that her face was in Miriam's crotch, she could not see what Jane and Fang were doing. She could tell her neighbourly lover's lustful responses that she Jane had been working toward an orgasm and then had finally achieved it.

Beth redoubled her efforts and savaged the Miriam's crotch with her mouth from her clitoris to her anus. She brought Miriam to an orgasm.

While recovering from her post-orgasmic haze, Miriam looked at Beth and said, "That's a good little bitch. What a wonderful little lesbian slut you are. Jane is a lucky bitch. You deserve a reward. "Fang," she called, "come here. You know what to do."

Beth was back on her hands and knees. Fang slipped underneath her from behind until her face was directly below Beth's pussy. She grabbed Beth's hips and pulled them down, obviously encouraging the little blonde to sit on her face. As Fang performed cunnilingus on her, a devilish thought popped into her head. She shifted her hips forward over Fang's face so that her asshole was over Fang's mouth. There was no hesitation from Fang. She rimmed her exit chute with the same enthusiasm as she had doing cunnilingus. Beth's eyes opened wide as she experienced a new, yet sensual, sensation.

Fang was now the only one who had not had an orgasm. She seemed to accept that her role was to satisfy others and only take satisfaction herself when her mistress allowed it. That happened in the next round. Miriam and Jane cheered on Beth as she pleasured Fang.

Later, Miriam invited Jane to stay the night. Beth's opinion was irrelevant because she was supposed to be Jane's bitch and would do whatever she was told. "Let's trade bitches," Miriam suggested. "I'll take yours and you take mine."

Miriam led Beth to her bedroom Jane went with Fang to the guestroom. They sat on the end of the bed and began to kiss each other. After a while, Miriam pulled out her sex toys. Luckily for Beth, she settled on a red doubled-handed plastic dildo as it enabled mutual pleasure. They directed each end into the vaginas and shuffled closer together until only the double dildo's middle part was barely visible. Their legs intertwined, they were basically scissoring each with the sex toy.

The two women heaved against each other. Sometimes, the stopped to adjust their positions or to kiss, but always with the intent of steadily working their way to an orgasm. Once they reached their peak, they disengaged from the dildo and laid on their sides in the sixty-nine position. Because she was supposed to be the sub, Beth licked off Miriam's sexual juices because this was what she was supposed to do. Although she thought it was her duty, it was a pleasant one.

As a mistress, Miriam had no such obligation. She did more than lick her clean. She brought to Beth to another orgasm and then licked her clean again. Beth barely heard her mumble between her thighs as she said, "This is the tastiest bitch I've ever had."

They both got and sat beside each other on the bed. This time they cleaned themselves in the bath room. For the next while, their lovemaking took a leisurely pace, kissing and fingering each other until they reached and shared another climax. Only then did Beth recall on the edge of her consciousness that Jane and Fang had been similarly engaged in making noises of sexual pleasure.

Both sets of the swapped female couples slept in late. Jane and Fang must have awoken first because they were already in the kitchen where Fang was making breakfast for four. Beth surmised that Gang always woke first so that she could serve breakfast to her mistress. After using the bathroom, Beth and Miriam joined them.

"Beth and I should be getting back to our homes," Jane declared.

"Then we should have one for the road," Miriam declared. She looked at Jane," I want to fuck you too before you go."

Jane nodded in agreement. The 'mistresses' went to the main bedroom where they had one for the road.

Meanwhile, Fang took Beth's hand and took her to the guestroom where the two petite women spent the next two hours in each other's and between each other's legs. They were interrupted by Miriam and Jane. "It's time for us to go, Beth. I have to get back home. I've got stuff I have to do."

The two petite women disengaged. Beth quickly used the bathroom and then put her clothes back on. "Okay, I'm ready. Let's go." Beth and Jane thanked their hosts and left.

* * *

On the drive home, Beth and Jane exchanged opinions. "Well, what do you think?" Jane asked her friend. They exchanged opinions about their adventure with the hardcore lesbians. They agreed their experience was more intense than usual. Beth admitted she could not live like Fang, who was a real submissive and totally devoted to her mistress' pleasure. She much preferred the more relaxed life of wives sharing each other while their husbands were on their business trips.

"I get it," Jane sympathized, "but from the tone of your voice, I sense you're probably not interested in a repeat performance."

"That's right," Beth replied.

"Well, in that case let me make it up to you for being such a good sport," the larger woman said."

When Jane parked her care in her driveway, she turned to Beth. "Unless you have something that has to be done, hang out with me."

"Nothing that can't wait," the little blonde said. "But let me check the house first. Then I'll come over."

That evening, Beth knocked on Jane's door. The door opened just enough to let Beth in. She was in a negligée. Beth knew instantly what Jane had in mind. After the afternoon and overnight of sexual activity with the two hardcore lesbians, Beth had expected that she and Jane would just relax and keep each other company. However, it seemed that Jane was already or still horny. Beth even surprised herself by acquiescing.

Jane took Beth by the hand and up the stairs to the bedroom. The kissed and groped each other at a leisurely pace, the ardor for each other increasing slowing as the minutes passed. Jane urged Beth sit on her face and, a few minutes later, brought Beth to a satisfying orgasm.

Then it was Jane's turn. She lowered her wet womanhood onto Beth's face. The little blonde age her friend enthusiastically. She and Jane had become more than close friends. Their intimacy seemed to add to the ardour of their lesbian liaison.

The two women took a shower together, each washing the other and using the opportunity to fondle each other. They were beginning to warm each other to the point where they thought of going back upstairs for another round of female-only sex.

"Actually, we had better stop this," Beth said reluctantly. "I told my husband that he has to allow for three days to recharge before coming home. It's only fair that I should follow the same rule."

Jane smiled. "I understand, dear. You're right. I'm expecting Tom back too. We should be more than ready to offer ourselves to them." Jane gave Beth friendly peck on the mouth, turned Beth around toward her house and then gently slapped her butt. "Get out of here," she said gently.

* * *

Both husbands did indeed come back for the weekend. The wives learned that their husbands would working out of the local offices for the next month. They would have their husbands all to themselves. No female fun would on the agenda.

Bob came back on Friday night and Tom on the following morning. In Bob's case, he was barely in the door when his wife greeted him with a passionate kiss. Then she got down on her knees and pulled down his zipper.

"Hey, hey, give me a chance to clean up," he objected as wife gobbled down his erection.

"Later," she replied, "I'm hungry."

Bob wasn't the type to blow such an opportunity. So he shoved his cock down her throat and fed her with man juice. Then they went upstairs to shower and change into something more comfortable. Beth chose a flimsy negligée while Bob chose his birthday suit.

Bob obviously knew what to expect and her flimsy garment was intent to arouse him. They crawled into bed where kissed, hugged and fondled each other for a long time. Eventually, the couple worked themselves into the missionary position while still continuing their foreplay. Beth was hot, wet and breathing heavily. Bob was hard and he was eager to please his wife He brought her to two orgasms before cumming again, this time with his cock deep inside her body.

Afterward, the couple were cuddling each other, enjoying the warmth of each other's bodies. Beth knew that he was suffering jet lag and needed sleep.

For the next week, the couple focussed exclusively on each other. When they saw their neighbours, Jane and Tom, they would wave to each other and exchange brief greetings. They knew their neighbours were 'catching up' too.

Over a period of several days, Beth slowly recounted her adventure with Jane and the hardcore lesbian couple but always only after they had made love. She spread out the details of her adventure over a period of several days. As soon Bob's penis was erect, she would put a pause on her story. Sometimes he mounted her but there were other times when she mounted him.

On their second weekend, Beth and Bob were cuddling each other when she finally asked him about Wilma. "So, did you have fun with Wilma?" She knew it was a silly question. She had no doubt that he had fun and Wilma did too because she had talked to Wilma when Bob was at work. But she wanted to hear his side of the story.

Bob recounted what he and Wilma had done together.

"It sounds to me that you worked really hard to make her pregnant," Beth observed, confirming she had spoken to Wilma at some point.

"I thought my baby making days were over," Bob said, "but the thought of a woman wanting me to impregnate her was such a turn-on that I was almost ready. I spent my off-works breeding her like a prime stud."

"Well, I've got news for you," Beth began.

'Did Wilma tell her that she's pregnant?' Bob thought. 'But how could she know that so soon? We were together for only two weeks.' Then he remembered reading somewhere that a woman's pregnancy could be confirmed by a test within 11 to 15 days after conception.

"When did you talk to her?" Bob asked.

"Wednesday," she replied.

Since he had to abstain in the last three days to recharge for Beth, it meant that it had been ten days since the last time he had sex with her. His heart pounded at the thought that he might be a dad again. He was excited but he also felt some trepidation. How could he carry out his paternal responsibilities when they lived on opposite sides of the Atlantic? Wilma had assured him that he would have no such responsibilities but a woman could always change her mind when she had a squalling brat in her arms.

Beth had a good idea what her husband was thinking. She started laughing. Bob was confused.

"Wilma is sterile," Beth began to explain. "When I told her that I was willing to share you with her, she was surprised and didn't believe me at first. It took a little while to convince her that we really did have a unique relationship. When she asked if I took on lovers while you were away, I told her that I did. She did not ask about my lovers' gender. I did not volunteer to tell her that my lovers were female. She just assumed that they were males. I did not disabuse of this notion because she came across as totally heterosexual. There was nothing to be gained from telling her otherwise. Besides, I didn't want her to feel uncomfortable when she was with me, knowing that I had a taste for women.

"When she saw I was sincere in my willingness to share you with you, she admitted to being very attracted to you. She volunteered information that she could not have children, no doubt to allay my fears that she would try to make you take care of your child by her. That was when I told to pretend that she wanted to become pregnant because it would be an incentive for you to demonstrate your male prowess and vigour with her. She liked that idea."

"Well, it worked," Bob replied. "I did my best to make her pregnant. I pushed my dick inside her as often and as deeply as I could. I imagined myself penetrating her uterus and leaving behind a deposit so big that not a single egg of hers could escape fertilization. Despite what I was thinking when I was with her, I'm actually glad to hear that my best efforts were doomed to failure. It keeps things simple."

"I wouldn't describe what you did as failure," Beth told him. "The real objective was to give her the time of her life. You succeeded brilliantly."

Beth then changed the subject. "Bob, I'd like to invite one of the girls of our group to come over on Saturday."

Bob knew she was not referring to Jane because Jane and Tom had decided to go visit one of their kids for the weekend. Except for Jane, he knew nothing about the other housewives in who belonged to the neighbour sex group. So Beth's proposal piqued his interest.

Beth then told him about Pinky, the only widow in the housewives' secret sex group. Her husband had died a number of years ago. She was also its oldest member. Except for Jane, Bob did not know who the other women. He never asked and, until now, Beth had not volunteered to divulge its membership. There seemed to be a tacit agreement among the women and their husbands never to mention names. So Bob was a little surprised that his wife broken the secret group's unofficial protocol.

It was even odder that Beth would want to invite her while he was at home. With the notable exception of Jane, their neighbour who had introduced Beth to recreational lesbianism, she had never mentioned the names of her female lovers by name, let lone introduced, one of them to him. To be sure, Bob never asked either. He regarded her part-time lesbian love life as a hobby that enabled her to pass away the time when he was on his business trips.

"You haven't introduced your other girlfriends to me," he noted. "Why her?"

"Her husband died a few years ago. She is desperately in need of a man. So, I thought of offering her my personal stud, you."

"But I don't even know what she looks like!" he cried.

"You got something against old pussy?" she asked.

He shrugged. "Not particularly," he replied, "I suppose I should get used to old pussy because, you know, in time..." He trailed off and looked as his wife meaningfully. "What if I don't like her?" he added.

Bob's question was legitimate. It was a question she had expected. Beth had formulated a solution that would give both him and Pinky away out in the event that they proved not to be interested in each other.

"I will tell her that I would like her to meet you," she explained, "just as a neighbourly social call. Nothing more," she assured him. "And I actually mean it. That way, either one of you can back out even before anything happens. She will none the wiser that I was actually trying to set her up with you."

"Okay, that works. When?"

"If it's okay with you, I was thinking of inviting her over on Saturday."

Bob nodded in agreement.

Pinky accepted the invitation and was expected to arrive around 2:00. She was dressed in regular clothes because, as far as she knew, it was a social call. Her female neighbour, who was also her occasional part-time lesbian lover, was going to introducing her to her significant other, in this case, her husband who was home. Pinky rang the doorbell because this was the protocol they followed when one member of the housewives sex group visited another member on a purely social call.

Beth introduced Pinky to her husband. For the next few hours, the three neighbours chatted about all and sundry, clearly enjoying each other's company. Throughout this time, no one made reference to the elephant in the room, sex, not even a hint.

Beth watched her husband and Pinky very closely. If one or the other showed no interest in the other, Pinky's visit would not go beyond a conventional social call.

At one point, Pinky needed to heed the call of nature. While she was in the bathroom, Beth looked at Bob and said, "Well? Would you like to do her?"

Bob smiled. "You really want me to?" he asked.

"Yes," she replied.

"She's very nice. I like her. Yes, I'd do her. How should we approach her?" Bob asked.

"When she comes back, excuse yourself. Pretend you've got a chore that needs to be done," Beth said. "Take your time. I'll talk to her to see what she thinks."

When Pinky returned, Bob excused himself saying that he needed to fix a leak from the outdoor water faucet.

When he came back about 15 minutes later, he saw the two women were on the couch kissing each other. Thinking they wanted privacy, he was about to turn back when Beth said, "Come here, dear." She stood up and gestured to her husband to take her place next to Pinky.

Bob took the invitation to sit beside Pinky as an invitation to make out with her. Taking the initiative, he pulled Pinky into his arms and kissed her tenderly. He glanced briefly at Beth to make sure that there was no objection from Beth. There wasn't.

As the minutes passed, their kissing became more passionate. She might have been distinctly older than him but she was a lustful almost desperate, kisser. When her hand wandered down to his crotch and touched the bulge in his pants, she smiled. She discovered the one thing she missed the most since her husband's death, man meat that was more than ready to pleasure her.

"We should take this to the bedroom," Bob suggested.

Bob took Pinky by the hand and led her to the bedroom. When Pinky and Bob realized Beth was following them, Beth said, "You don't mind if I watch, do you? I know what Bob's lovemaking feels like but I don't know he looks like when he is in action."

Beth was certain that Bob would have no objection but would Pinky object?

Pinky smiled. "If you're going to lend your husband to me, the least I can do is let you watch. Who knows what else might happen?" she hinted.

Beth's pussy tingled at the hint.

The three of them moved to the bedroom. Beth sat down on a chair near the foot of the bed as her husband and their neighbour removed their clothes. Beth watched their foreplay gradually develop to the point where they were about to copulate.

Bob had not thought that his wife had a voyeuristic streak but he was more than willing to oblige her newly discovered kink.

To make it easier for his wife to see the actual act of physical union, Bob lay on his back so that his iron-hard cock was standing straight up. Pinky stared at it, then stroked it, then sucked on it but stopped when she felt his cock pulse. She let his cock slip out of her mouth. Then she climbed on top of, straddling him. She took hold of his cock, guided it cock into her man-hungry body and sat down on it until it disappeared inside her.

Beth shifted her seat closer to them so that she could have a closer look at their act of copulation. Beth watch Pinky's dance on Bob's pole. They were now so absorbed in their intimacy that they almost forgot that they had a spectator.

Their simultaneous climax was an awesome and beautiful thing.

Breathing heavily and smiling, Pinky flopped over to lie beside Bob. "Thanks," she said panting. "God, it feels so good to have a hard cock inside me."

"You're welcome," Beth said, pre-empting Bob. She was standing beside the bed and she was naked.

"Move your ass," his wife told him.

He did. While Beth climbed onto the bed, Bob took her place in the chair. He knew his wife's pattern. She wanted him to watch her and Pinky have sex in the hope that he would get excited enough to be ready for another round.

Beth then dove between Pinky's legs. She licked Pinky's sopping cunt until it was thoroughly cleaned of Pinky's and Bob's mingled juices. She did not stop, however, until she succeeded in making Pinky cum again.

Beth turned around to glance at Bob. His cock was rock-hard. He was ready again.

Beth rose from her position between Pinky's legs. She moved up Pinky's body until her pussy was above Pinky's face. Pinky understood what she wanted. She began to perform cunnilingus on the blonde's soaked womanhood womanhood.

Beth turned her husband again. "Mount her, honey. "Put your rod back inside her. We'll do her together."

Bob gladly complied. He shoved his penis into Pinky's pussy at the same time as Beth sat on her face and rode with her soaking sweet snatch.

The threesome enjoyed each other's bodies until they reached their peaks. Beth came first. About a minute later, Pinky and Bob followed suit almost simultaneously.

After they had recovered, Pinky looked at her watch. "Thank you so much," she began, "but I have to get back to my house. My daughter usually calls me around this time. She always wants to make sure I'm okay because I live alone. So please excuse me."

Pinky dressed. She gave deep kisses, first to Beth and then to Bob.

"You'll come again, won't you?" Beth asked.

Pinky understood what Beth meant. She was not just referring to their lesbian liaison. She was also inviting her to enjoy husband in the future. She smiled, oh yes, absolutely."

* * *

Since Bob was scheduled to work out of his home office for the next few weeks, he was home every night and listened to her stories. He had a few of his own too about his liaison with Wilma.

On Saturday around noon, there was a knock at the door. Beth answered.

It was Jane. "We haven't had a get-together for a while, Beth. Tom and I would like to invite you two to our place this afternoon, you know, have a beer, shoot the breeze."

"Sure," Beth said, "but let me check with Bob first. "Bob!" she yelled.

"Yes," he called back. His voice was muffled. He was obviously at the back of the house.

"Jane is here. She's inviting us to their house this afternoon."

"Sure," Bob said. His voice was becoming louder and clearer. He was walking through the house toward the front door. "What time?" he asked.

"Around 1:30?" Jane suggested.

"We'll be there," Bob said.

"Just go directly to our backyard," Jane added.

After Beth and Bob arrived, Jane asked to fetch some beer. Tom was about to step into his house when he suddenly stopped. "Shit, I forgot to buy the beer."

Jane looked annoyed. "Sorry," I'll go out and get some."

He went inside to grab his car keys. He came outside dangling the keys in front of him.

"Want some company?" Bob asked.

"Sure," Tom replied, "it shouldn't take long."

We should be back in about an hour," Tom informed the two women.

An hour passed.

"The guys should have been back by now," Jane said. There was note of worry in Jane's words because her husband's time estimations were almost always accurate. A thought crept into her mind, that something bad might have happened. "If there's a problem, he should have called by now."

Then Jane's phone buzzed. It was Tom. She answered quickly. "Tom, we were starting to get worried!" she cried. "What happened?"

Jane's telephone conversation lasted for about ten minutes.

"Tom says that the car broke down just as they returning home. They're waiting for a tow truck to take the car to a garage. They plan to go the garage to find out what happened. He's guessing they won't be back for a couple of hours."

When hung up, Beth said, "Looks like our afternoon has been ruined."

"Not necessarily," Jane replied with a twinkle in her eye.

They looked into each other's eyes. They smiled and started to remove their clothing.

"Might as well have some fun. Right?" Jane said.

"Yeah, let's."

The two women began kissing and fondling each other. A little bit of female fun would not hurt their appetites for hard dicks later. They took their time enjoying each other's feminine features.

About 45 minutes later, the two women were rubbing against each other's crotches, their legs intertwined. A few minutes later, the women reached their peaks. They separated only to get on their knees facing each other. They held each other tightly and kissed again in genuine affection. Their relationship had clearly deepened now that they had become lovers as well as friends and neighbours.

Unknown to the women, however, their husbands had returned to the house by taxi along with two 24-packs of beer which they carried into the kitchen. Tom put some beers in the fridge.

"Where are the girls?" Bob wondered out loud.

They checked the backyard. Their wives were not there either. As they returned to the kitchen, they barely heard some moaning come from the bedroom. "It seems our girls are busy entertaining each other while we are doing chores and dealing with problems."

While Bob had no problem with his wife indulging herself sexually with Jane or other neighbourhood women, he was undecided whether they should stay silent and let them do their thing or make some noise to warn them know that their men had returned.

Tom was one step ahead of him. He put his finger in front of his lips indicating he wanted silence. "Let's sneak up there and see what they're doing," he whispered.

Bob had seen these two women together before but Tom had never been so lucky. Bob figured that he was long overdue to see his wife having sex, live, with another woman. So he nodded in agreement.

They crept upstairs. When they peaked through the crack of the door, they saw two naked women hugging each other in mutual affection.

"Either we just missed the action, or the best part is about to begin," Bob whispered to his friend

Fortunately, the two women kept going. Watching their wives get it on with each other had caused Bob's prick to stiffen in his pants. He had no doubt that Tom was suffering from the same problem.

"Damn," Tom said very quietly, "I wish I van join them."

"Why not?" Bob said surprising Tom. "Let's go in there and fuck those loveable sluts right now. They won't object."

"How can you be so sure?" Tom asked.

Bob shrugged. "They love us and they're horny. They can't and won't say no."

The two men stripped, their hard-ons signalling their state of mind.

They walked in. "Hey, girls, you want some of this?" Bob said swing his cock at them.

Their wives looked at them, giggled and then nodded.

"Get on your hands and knees side by side, girls," Bob suggested.

Tom wasn't sure what Bob had in mind but was curious to see where this was leading.

"Come on. Don't keep us waiting," Jane complained.

"Yeah," Beth agreed.

Suddenly, Bob pushed Tom toward Beth while he switched sides. Now Tom was behind Beth while Bob was behind.

"You do my wife while I do yours," Bob said.

"Shouldn't we ask them first?" Tom asked.

"Girls, do you mind if we share?" Bob asked.

At first the two women looked confused but then realization dawned on them what he was really asking."

Jane spoke first. Well, you guys have been sharing us with the neighbourhood woman so how can we object if our husbands want to share us too? What do you think, Beth?"

Beth smiled. "Sure," she said, "sharing is caring."

Bob mounted Jane from behind while Tom copulated with Beth in the same position.

All four were so worked up that it did not take long for the four of them to consummate their new union. The women collapse on their stomachs. They could feel the trickle of their latest lover leaking from their pussies.

Beth turned her head toward Jane and whispered, "I introduced Pinky to Bob."

"Introduced?"

"I let Bob fuck her the other day," Beth elaborated.

"So you want to make her the fifth person in our new relationship?" Jane asked.

"Yes, but only if you think Tom would be interested," Beth said.

"Interested?" Jane said. "Of course he'd be interested. "My husband is not known to refuse pussy when it is offered to him."

Beth smiled. "Think of all the possibilities," Beth added, "whether our men are on the road or at home."

"You're a slut wife," Jane said.

"Look who's talking," Beth rejoindered.

Then they smiled and kissed each other while their husbands mounted their own wives.

The End