The Foursome 06

For those of you who have followed my story from the beginning, you may remember that I left off in "The Foursome 05" with Patty meeting a consultant during her trip to New York. That consultant turned out to be none other than Alicia Blackmore, Bob's long-lost love--the same Alicia I introduced in "I Guess Nobody Was Really Surprised." There'll be much more to say about Alicia in a later chapter.

On Monday morning, after Patty's call the previous Friday, I walked into my office to find my secretary Peggy talking with another lady, who after a moment or two, I recognized as: Laura Peterson, Chuck Peterson's widow. I had not seen her since Ann's Celebration of Life. She was strikingly beautiful-hard to miss- and had a figure I found as alluring. Not only gorgeous, she had tits every bit as nice and inviting as Megan, and my dear loving late wife, Ann.

I need to explain here that Chuck was one of our senior engineers that worked in a subdivision of our company. He had died about a year ago while on a company business trip to Cincinnati. He had died from a previously undetected brain aneurysm that ruptured during the evening in his hotel; reportedly while he was watching television. He had called the front desk telling them of his severe headache and needed some help to get to the hospital. By the time the manager and staff reached his room, he was already gone.

Our company has a very specific benefit to the surviving spouse if an employee died while on company business. The employee's salary continues for an entire year, plus a $1 million dollar life insurance rider kicks in on top of the $500,000 base policy Chuck already had, the $100,000 is provided for every employee, anything on top of the base policy is subject to employee premium contributions, which he had provided the necessary premiums.

I assumed, for the moment, that Laura Peterson was here attending to the issue of the last salary payment. "But why is she in my office?" I thought. "Continued salaries are handled by our benefits people over in HR."

I approached Laura and Peggy, then offered a morning's greeting to both.

"It's nice to see you again, Mrs. Peterson. Are you here about the final payment? If so, Peggy will take you over to our HR department where such issues are handled."

"No. I know I don't have an appointment, but I was hoping you could spare me a few minutes to discuss some related issues? And please-Laura will do just fine."

I looked at Peggy quizzically, who gestured with an approving nod that I would take Laura into my office. "I'll bring you both some fresh coffee in a moment."

"Oh thank you Mrs. Williams, but I've already had three cups this morning." Laura responded quickly.

I just looked at Peggy and shook my head indicating to forget the coffee. We went into my office and I closed the door.

"Is there something I can help you with?" I asked.

"I hope so. May I call you Bob?"

"Absolutely, Chuck was a dear friend and colleague of mine. I didn't miss that you were in attendance at my wife's celebration of life earlier this year. I think that should make us already friends."

"Let me start by telling you that Chuck told me many times that if anything ever happened to him, and I needed help that I should come see you. So here I am." "Yes, that was a reciprocal arrangement with Ann as well. So what can I help you with?"

"About three months ago, I discovered a folder on Chuck's personal laptop that contained several images. Some of them were nude genitals, both male and female-rather intoxicating, to say the least-but I assumed just some porn? The images that kept raising ongoing questions in my mind were of you, Chuck, a man named Randy, who was our contractor when all of the renovations to the house were being done, and your secretary Maggie, whom I later discovered was our contractor's wife."

"Ignoring the porn, it sounds like a rather innocuous collection. So the other images strike you as problematic?"

"Not at first. But I've had some lingering thoughts I've had for some unfounded suspicions for years. Which led me to closely study those images again. I just couldn't leave them alone."

"My goodness Laura. That doesn't sound like a very healthy trend of thought. A bit obsessive, don't you think?"

"Ordinarily, I would completely agree, but let me show you what stands out in all of the images when one takes a closer look. In every image of you, Chuck, and Randy, there is a clear, without doubt, indication that you each have distinctive bulges showing in your trousers. Within the set of images that I'd simply discounted to be nothing other than some porn, there are three distinctive images of men's penises, one of which I am inclined to claim as belonging to my dear husband. I can't speak to the other two other than to comment that one of them is noticeably quite thick."

"Then as I look at the image of Randy's wife, Maggie, she is standing close to you, Bob, with your bulging pants clearly on display. I would argue that your bulge has not escaped her obvious gaze-and the smile that went with it. Your bulge is telling me that you're just dying to fuck her. Or is it her smile that tells me that she's dying to suck your dick and then have sex!"

I sat there quietly for several moments. "Finally, I said, "Laura, that is quite a load of conjecture, don't you think? Hasn't your imagination run away with you?"

'And then she hit me: 'Bob, did you have sex with my husband?'"

"Before I could even think of what to say, she added: 'And Bob, did my husband have sex with the man who renovated our house?'"

The tears that were starting to form in her eyes left me feeling like the ass-hole of the century, but before I could even utter a word, she said:

"Bob, you don't understand why I'm crying. It's clear from your body language that it's true, that you and Chuck had sex and so did Randy. I also assume that you and Maggie have fucked each other, but that's besides the point."

So why the continued tears? Still wanting to stir the conversation away from my personal involvement with her husband, I had quickly added the more important question of the revelation that her husband had shown tendencies of being bisexual. She just looked at me and said that she and Chuck had been married for almost 20 years and that neither of them had acknowledged to each other that they were both bisexual. She then said: "Do you realize that we withheld from each other the very basis of who we were sexually! Do you realize the very sexual pleasures we therefore denied each other. Do you realize that my husband never gave me the satisfaction of being accepted sexually for who I am at my very roots, nor allowed me to show my acceptance to him for his! We could have had in our lives with what I believe that you and your beautiful wife, Ann, had and that I also believe that you continue to have. I didn't just get off the proverbial turnip truck, I heard those ladies speak at your wife's Celebration of Life and I knew without a doubt that at least three of them had spent a significant amount of time between Ann's legs and her with them. I know with certainty that I would have had an orgasm watching you suck my husband's dick and him watching you fuck me silly, after which he would have licked you clean!"

I sat there speechless. "I don't know what to say?" I told her. After a few awkward silent moments, she said, "Bob, I want you to tell me in detail whatever it was that you had with my Chuck. I want you to relive what it was like to have sex with him, and what it was like being in a sexual relationship with another man. Please, Bob-allow me the knowledge and pleasure of knowing my Chuck in ways I never got the chance to experience myself. Can you do that for me?"

"Laura, all of what I thought had died with Chuck is, at this very moment, pounding in my heart with love for both you and him. But let me try to do justice to your request without shedding my duties here in the office. I'm sure Peggy is worried about today's scheduled meetings and the like. Please allow me to pick you up around 5:15 this evening so I can take you out for a quiet dinner and tell you everything I can remember about my times with Chuck. Would that be okay?"

"Yes, I would like that very much, and I can see where this entire conversation we've had would have been better done outside your office to begin with, I'm sorry about that." "No harm done, but my mind will be in a better place later without having to concern myself with the business affairs of the day. Wipe away your tears, I'll have Peggy walk out with you. See you at 5:15."

I gave her a tentative hug, opened the door, and asked Peggy to walk with to her car.

I left the office about 4:30, dropped by the house for a quick freshen up and picked up Laura at 5:15 sharp. That woman was "dressed to kill," as the saying goes. She had on a black strapless cocktail dress with a matching shawl. Her breasts were cradled in the dress so perfectly I wasn't sure I would be able to speak for lack of concentration on anything else but her tits-but I digress.

We arrived at dinner and were fortunate enough to have obtained one of the booths situated in a corner, which gave us some privacy, clearly out of earshot of the next booth.

We made some small-talk and chit-chat before Laura offered that she had looked at the penis pictures again and decided that the thick one must belong to Randy; as the other pictures with trouser bulges suggested that he was more than adequately endowed. She thought neither I nor her husband needed any help in that regard.

But that she had the correct pictures, she had printed out both of them.

"You have pictures with you?" I asked.

"Yes, I want to look at them as you tell me about your encounters with my husband."

Oh shit, what have I gotten myself into here? I thought.

In the midst of our initial conversation, we had managed to give our dinner orders to the waiter and our salads had been placed in front of us.

I began by explaining to Laura that our sister divisions were concerned with issues involving major accounts in Baltimore, New Jersey, and Burlington, Vermont. Chuck and I had made several trips together to each of those accounts. Our sexual relations started with our second trip, which was up North in Burlington. We had adjoining rooms that allowed easy communications in and out as we discussed the technical issues that brought us there.

"Yes, I think it had been on both our minds for quite some time," I continued. "We'd just restrained ourselves without words spoken and, more or less, pretended that nothing sexual filled the atmosphere."

It was our second day in Burlington, and Chuck had gone into his shower to freshen up for dinner. I wandered into his room as he was coming out of the shower and I immediately noticed his half-erect dick. He observed my sustained notice.

Chuck simply said, "As you can plainly see, Bob, I was thinking about you as I showered."

"And that's how it started,"I explained to Laura

"So that's how it started, Bob? You just look at each other when coming out of a shower? Half-flaccid-dicks a casual topic of conversation?"

"Sorry, Bob. I didn't mean to become belligerent or insulting. It's just that what got started is exactly what was denied me. Can you imagine the sexual pleasure I would have experienced if I had seen my husband's cock come to life in the face of his dear friend's sustained gaze? I have pictures here in front of me of two beautiful dicks."

"If I'm right... and I think I am right: your cock is another half-inch longer than Chuck's, and a bit thicker as well. In any case, I suspect my husband spent time licking and sucking your cock and you his. I need you to tell me in detail, Bob, please?"

So I said to Chuck, "Chuck, you're not gay are you?"

"No."

He just stood there, his dick quickly coming to a full erection, and told me that he was bisexual. He'd known that ever since his college days when he gave his roommate a succulent blow-job. They'd many more mutual pleasures that followed until they parted school. He'd also been attracted to me almost since the day we first shook hands.

"How is it that we've kept all of this at bay all this time?" I asked.

"Does it really matter now?" he replied.

He walked over, put his arms around my neck, and kissed me passionately. I was still fully clothed, but his dick was poked up between us. I gently took hold of his cock with both hands and slowly stroked him as he continued to kiss me. The more he kissed me, his tongue now circling in my mouth, the more I continued massaging his dick. Finally, he broke off the kiss, stepped back, and shot a load of cum two feet into the air.

"Holy shit, Bob," he said, barely taking a breath. "Do you have any idea how long I've wanted to do that with you?"

"Yes," I said. "I think I do."

I took Chuck's hand and led him over to the bed, where I sat down in front of him, and once again took his still aroused cock in my hands. Stroked him a bit, licked his dick up and down, on both sides, and licked what remained of his sperm from its head. Then pulled him into my mouth as far as I could.

I bobbed my head on his cock, in and out, up and down-slowly. Then with both hands wrapped around his shaft, I stroked and sucked in unison, alternating speed as I judged his response.

It was maybe ten minutes before I could sense the waves building in Chuck.

Then all I heard was, "OH LORD! OH LORD! BOBBBBBB! BOBBBBBBBB!"

Another full load of spunk shot into my mouth, with some landing on my face, chin, neck-and even a bit hanging off my ear. "His balls must have had a load building for days."

"I need to go take a shower now," he said. "Let's go down for dinner when I'm done. We can talk about all of what just happened while we eat."

"Are you serious!? After that all you want to do is shower and go to dinner?"

"Don't you worry. We need to have an important conversation first, and lord knows I need to get cleaned up. Have no fear-my dick will be plenty ready for whatever it is you have in mind after dinner."

Over dinner, I shared my thoughts on our situation, probably most notably on the open nature of my bisexual circumstances with my wife and especially with some very close friends. There were no secrets among us where we were involved with one another. Since any involvement with him was outside that circle, it would remain that way unless other factors became apparent and both of us were in agreement-most notably, with his wife, Laura.

"So you knew from the start that I was completely out of the loop about Chuck being bisexual?" Laura asked.

I explained that I didn't know one way or the other. Although, I did mention that I was surprised when she had told me earlier that she was not aware that her husband was bisexual. That still boggled my mind, given what she had revealed to me about her own sexuality earlier. Those are huge big fucking secrets to have kept hidden from each other, was the main thought I had.

I explained to Laura that I felt that it was up to Chuck to tell her about his feelings towards other men, particularly how he might feel about me. I had told him that he was free to include me in any discussions he had with his wife, but that she would need to hold it in confidence.

"I'm really sorry all of this didn't come out a long time ago. I can clearly see the heartache you're now dealing with-and, perhaps more importantly, the host of pleasures that the both of you were denied. I would only make that worse if I elaborate."

"Go on. What happened after dinner that first night up in Burlington?"

"What happened," I explained, "was that Chuck managed to produce four loads of hot seed out of me between 7:30 p. m. that evening and nearly 3:00 a. m. the next morning!

"I'm here to tell you, Laura: that your husband knows how to bring wave after wave of impending ejaculations and control when to release the orgasm like nobody I've ever encountered. I know a woman that can do that, but it's my first time I'd ever experienced it with another man. The orgasms were as intense as I've ever felt in my life."

"To have had four of them within the space of around seven hours, or so, was in itself hard to believe-especially when you consider the energy expended having produced at least two more out of Chuck! In one night, I think we made up for the previous ten years!" I laughed.

"So you're telling me that my husband stroked your dick and sucked it with such passion that you shot your load four times?"

"Yes, he did. Not only that-he insisted that every load went into his mouth. He swallowed most of it-he was thrilled. Whatever remained in his mouth, he shared with me in more kissing than I think perhaps I've ever done with another man."

"And all of this you're telling me now, occurred in one night, in Burlington?"

"Yes."

We returned our attention back to dinner, but Laura fixated on the two images of our rigid cocks as we ate.

"You know, Bob, can you understand now what the secret cost us? My own negligence notwithstanding, if we'd all known about each other's bisexuality, we could have had you both fucking me silly, then licking the other clean after a withdrawal from my dripping pussy! Moreover, I could have been sucking one of these fine-looking dicks while the other filled my vagina. I don't want to touch any tender spots, but what if your late wife wanted to be a part of that? I'm sorry, Bob. I'll leave it there."

"Please-at least one more story about an encounter between you and my husband?"

"Okay," I told her. One time, we were on a trip to our account in New Jersey. We still got two adjoining rooms-lest we would run into awkward explanations of how it was that we only needed one room. Anyway, while we were at dinner, a woman that we believed to be a hooker had approached us with a very friendly smile and asked us if we wanted some female company. She said she was traveling and meeting with one of her sales accounts, and preferred to not eat alone when she sensed that others were in a similar situation. So naturally, we invited her to join us.

"Tell us what product lines you're involved with," we asked.

"Her answer was vague enough to more or less confirm what we'd suspected from the start. So, your husband, bless his precious heart, proceeds to tell this gal that he is an escort and I am his date for the night. He then asked the girl if she was interested in seeing his credentials. Her reaction was tentative, but your husband was fast. He took her hand and placed it on his dick through his pants under the table. I wish I had a picture of her expression.

"She was sitting between us, with me on her left and Chuck on her right. Without any further prompting, she put her other hand on my semi-hard dick through my pants and began stroking us both. What I did not want to have happen was for her to be joining us upstairs, but it was pretty clear that is exactly what she had in mind."

Before I could utter another word, your dear, dear husband looked at her and said that if she wanted to come upstairs with us, we'd be more than happy to have her-but our fee is two thousand dollars for an evening of pleasure.

I had to hand it to her: she simply returned her hands to the top of the table and said to us, "I truly love you both. Enjoy." Then she got up from the table and walked out of the dining room.

Chuck and I finished our dinner, had a dessert and a cup of coffee, paid the waiter together-with a generous tip-and went upstairs to our rooms. What set that night apart from some of the others was that it was the first time we decided to shower together. More distinctively, I told Chuck why I was completely shaved. I told him that I'd like to shave his cock and his balls so he could experience the difference himself. He wasn't sure how he could explain the change when he got home. I told him I'd explain that later.

"Oh! So that's what happened!!" Laura responded. "He told me some bullshit story about having developed some sort of jock-itch, and the dermatologist told him to shave clean and it would go away in a few days. I've been shaved for years, and now this guy comes home and blows smoke up my ass with that bullshit. Honestly, you guys!!"

"Should I continue?" I asked.

"Yes, I'm sorry. It's a lot to take in."

I told Chuck one of the important things to remember when shaving your dick is to always use a sharp razor. "I always carry the necessary supplies no matter where I go." I told him.

We both get into the shower. I sat on the shower seat, which we were fortunate to have. I lathered him up well and instructed him to stand still while I began. By then, he had a nice, big hard-on right in my face, which made standing still difficult.

I stretched his scrotum tight and shaved his balls clean as a whistle, as my daddy used to say. I don't know about other men, but I only found fine hairs on my dick, about three-quarters of the way up from the base, so I assumed thats what I would find on Chuck's cock. He liked the stroking I did to prepare for the shave: I smiled. The lower abdomen needed a few extra passes, as the amount of pubic hair had a tendency to clog up the safety razor.

When I'd finished, we rinsed him off, and he stood in front of me again. I complemented him on his beautifully clean-shaven cock, telling him that it made him look more delicious than I could have imagined. Then I began stroking his dick and licking every square inch of it, from top to bottom.

Once I took the head into my mouth, he held my head and pumped his cock in and out.

The only thing he said was, "Bob, I'm almost ready to cum. When I do, I want you to keep as much in your mouth as you can without swallowing."

I hummed as a response.

"After I fill your mouth, I want you to kiss me so I can swirl my tongue around inside your mouth and share it with you."

That sounded quite different from what I had been used to, but it sounded pretty hot-and very much in the expression of our mutual love. So I didn't hesitate. As he forewarned, Chuck reared up a bit and shot a sizable load of cream into my waiting mouth. It was glorious! I stood up immediately and kissed him with my mouth open. He swirled his tongue around and took half my mouthful of cum into his and swallowed it all.

"I really enjoyed all of that." Chuck said. "Now, I'd like very much the experience of shaving you in the same way, including the worship of your cock afterwards, filling my mouth with your sperm, and sharing it with a kiss when you finish. How does that sound?"

"Like, how can a guy ignore an offer like that?" I said.

I must say that sharing the creamy kiss with Chuck is really hot! I'm glad that Chuck came up with that idea. We've done that every time either one of us shot a load.

"I'm sitting here, Bob, my mind is awash with thoughts of envy for what you and Chuck experienced together, and with some level of resentment for all of what I have been denied. I've decided to join you in embracing the memories and envisioning myself as having been with you both. Perhaps it's just fantasy, but I want to somehow feel what you both felt as you shared yourselves with each other."

"What I'd very much like to do, Bob-if it is within your desires-is I'd like you to take me to your home. I'm sitting here in the most ridiculously sopping wet pair of panties imaginable from having listened to your telling of sex with my husband, and him with you. I want to pretend that Chuck is with us, watching you fill my pussy with that gorgeous dick you sport."

"After you cum for the first time, I want you to withdraw so I can lick you clean, just as Chuck would have done. Then, I want you to eat my pussy and suck the cream out of my vagina-but don't swallow it. You can swallow half after you kiss me, and let me swirl my tongue around in your mouth to gain the other half. If Chuck were with us, I'd kiss him and share whatever was left."

I told Laura that I understood-or at least I thought I did-how she must be feeling after everything I'd shared with her. I added that I knew her dear late husband well enough to believe that he would be sad about his having kept his bisexual desires hidden from her. I thought that it probably would be his wishes, that the two of us should somehow manage to make things right.

We made it out to the parking lot, and before I could open the door for her. She reached under her dress and put two fingers into her pussy for seemingly almost a full minute, then pulled them out and put them in my mouth. I sucked on what had to be the slickest, creamiest, juiciest fingers I'd ever tasted.

"Oh boy, am I ever going to enjoy this?"

"Now I'd very much like you to put a couple of fingers in my vagina while I kiss you."

She didn't wait for a response. She just buried her tongue in my mouth and pumped her pussy in unison with the thrust of my hand. It wasn't more than two or three minutes of that when she cried, "B-b-b-ob, I'm g-g-g-g-oing to c-c-c-ummmmmm!"

And, wow, did she ever. I held her steady on her feet while her whole body seemed to shudder. After a few moments of recovery-if one could even call it that-she looked up at me and said, "Oh Bob, please take me home with you. I need you to fuck me for the rest of the evening. You will, won't you? Please."

Needless to say, the drive to my house was a mixture of my massaging her cunt while she struggled trying to get my cock out of my pants. It was a good thing I could open the garage door automatically; otherwise, we might have had a difficult time getting out of the car with any display of dignity.

The entrance into the house from the garage brings us into a hallway that goes past my home office. Farther down an opening that goes directly into the kitchen, or if one continues down the hallway, they'll find themselves standing in the middle of the entrance foyer. Laura turned into the kitchen and stood there for a moment.

"Bob, my pussy is on fire, and all I want you to do is fuck me right where I stand. But I'm a total mess, and would really like to get out of these clothes to take a shower. Can we do that?"

"Of course. Follow me."

We went up to the master suite, and I helped her get out of her shoes and then out of her dress. Her panties were a mess. They had been subjected to an awful lot of abuse during the past forty-five minutes of enthusiastic fingering.

Her crotchless nylons weren't in much better shape, but most of my attention was given to her rather spectacular breasts. I had thoroughly enjoyed gazing at them throughout dinner when they were cradled in her strapless dress, but seeing them now was-far and above more alluring.

I got out a couple of cotton robes, shed my own clothes, and walked us both back to the master bath and its large shower.

The multi-headed shower quickly enveloped us in its warmth. We stood facing each other. I tucked my raging hard dick between her legs, held her close, and kissed her with as much passion as I would have my own wife. She responded with equal passion and slowly slid her pussy on the top of my dick.

She continued doing that for a bit, then, seeing the shower stool in the corner, pulled it over, sat down, and began to make love to my cock. Water poured down from the shower heads on the whole scene as she stroked my shaft and took as much as would fit into her mouth, licking and sucking, licking and sucking.

She suddenly stopped, stood up, and bent over, holding onto the chair arms. Looking over her shoulder and said, "I need that beautiful cock as far up this cunt as it will go."

The shower's recessed shelves were stocked with plenty of lube products for just such occasions. So I hit one of the plungers, got some gel, and spread it within her inviting pussy lips. Before the running water could dilute the gel, I buried my cock in her vagina to the hilt.

I never missed a beat. I fucked, and I fucked. And, I fucked and I fucked. All the while cradling both her tits in my hands while kneading her nipples.

"Oh my lord! If Chuck could see what you're doing to me, I think he would have stepped up and offered his dick for me to suck on."

"I wonder where she got the breath to even speak?"

So I continued to fuck Laura with all the strength I could muster. Then it came, the all too familiar wave that told me that an orgasm was on its way. So I said to her, "I'm about to fill you up with my seed."

I continued to drive my dick in and out of her engorged cunt. But before I had a chance to say anything else, she let out a soft scream, "I'm-m-m g-g-g-o-o-ing to beat youuuuuu to it!!!"

And, with that, her whole body began to quiver. Her legs drew together, and her vagina seemed to lock around my dick. That's all it took for me to blast out a seemingly endless load of cum. The tightness of her orgasm seemed to act like a squeezing force that kept pumping the cream right out of me. The way her legs came together reminded me of Ann's infamous headlocks, though Laura's didn't feel as strong.

"Oh." she said as I pulled out of her. "That was a very good start."

We managed to finish the essentials of showering, then got out and helped each other dry off. We put on robes and went into the kitchen. I'd already asked Laura if she'd like a cup of tea or some coffee, so we boiled some water, fixed ourselves a cup of tea, then settled down at the kitchen table.

"I'd like to tell you about where my mind has been these last several hours." Laura began. "Starting with our meeting in your office this morning, when the truth of your relationship with Chuck came to light, and continuing throughout the day and dinner. I've already expressed to you the pleasures I believe were denied to both Chuck and myself stemming from the simple fact that we withheld knowledge from each other of our mutual bisexual desires. However, your candid stories and the revelations served to feed my fantasies of how it could have been. Fantasies evolved from that throughout your dinner tales, and my loins were exploding with their juices. How I managed to not rip off my clothes and fuck you right there in the restaurant remains a mystery."

I told her that I understood and that, by extension, I could sense that her thoughts at the time seemed to be running wild.

"Please be clear, Bob: I don't believe you owe me anything from all that has happened between you and Chuck in the past. That was personal to you both and you owe me no debt. However, I have some burning desires I'd like you to consider."

I responded that she was Chuck's wife and that, by extension, I felt very close to her. I understood what she was missing, and wanted nothing more than to help satisfy that desire within her. There's nothing worse than regret or the what if in these matters.

She smiled, looked off into the distance, then turned to face me.

"I'd like you to take me to your bedroom, take off my robe, and let me take off yours. Guide me into your bed, kiss me, and begin making love to me by massaging my breasts. I'd like to feel your tongue swirling around on my nipples and the gentle sucking of them in your mouth. I'll guide you down to my pussy when I'm ready. When I do, please lick up and down my lips and slip your tongue between them when you feel me press against your face. You'll know from my reaction when it's time to focus on sucking and licking on my clit. I'll hold your head there when the waves of orgasm begin to hint at the impending release. Please continue licking and sucking the while I come; it will extend the pleasure for at least another minute. When I release hold of your head, come up on top of me, guide your cock into my vagina, and kiss me, sharing the juices still in your mouth as you begin to fuck me. For me to know that the very lips that once sucked my husband's dick are now pressed against mine -and the cock that once filled my husband's mouth is now buried deep in my pussy-will be most fulfilling."

I took in everything she had said-instructed actually-and let it percolate in my mind as I fucked Laura with great pleasure. She met my thrusts with an equally forceful and grinding motion. It seemed clear that we were both very much enjoying what we were doing to each other.

I had little warning before the wave of orgasm hit, coming faster than I could say to Laura. I just exploded, without a sound, a huge load of seed into her by now-gushing, wet cunt.

"HOLY SHIT, BOB! I felt that clear to the back of my throat! I still feel your dick in me. Leave it there for a bit."

A minute at most, she said: "Pull out. I want to lick you clean and suck out anything left in your softening shaft. Then I want you to suck as much cream out of my vagina as you can and share the mixed juices in a kiss."

I had to admit that this was the first in my lifetime that I felt such a strong love and connection with a woman I barely knew. Until that morning, she was just someone else's wife-albeit the wife of my lost lover, yes, but a distant acquaintance nonetheless. I couldn't help but think to myself, How many more of these kinds of sexual experiences am I likely to have? My brain is getting warped!

"From your story at dinner, I'd very much like to have you fill my mouth with spunk so I can kiss you and share it with you, the way Chuck did after he sucked you cock."

"It will be my pleasure."

The rest of the night was filled with more of the same sexual pleasures as those with which we started. I think we both finally drifted off to sleep somewhere around 3:30 a. m. However, earlier, I'd told Laura that I had a 9:30 a. m. meeting at the office and that I needed to be there.

Hoping she would stay and enjoy the privacy of the pool and house. I told her I should be home by 2 p. m. at the latest. She could feel free to use the desktop computer in my office if she had any need to. And, that it would be okay to go in Ann's closet if she'd like. Since she seems to be about the same size as Ann, she might find something she needed.

I arrived home just a few minutes before 2 p. m. to find Laura sitting on one of the lounge chairs by the pool, her eyes closed. Maybe she's asleep. Lord knows we didn't get a lot last night, I thought. But, much to my surprise, she opened her eyes as soon as she heard the patio door open as I came out.

All I could think to say at that moment was, "Good morning Mrs Peterson, or should I say good afternoon?"

She chuckled and gestured for me to come sit with her.

"Good afternoon to you Mr Mitchel, nice of you to join me."

It was hard to just sit. Laura had helped herself to one of Ann's beautiful bikinis and my first thoughts were, "How nice it would be to remove the top and feast on those gorgeous breasts she's hiding."

"I hope you don't mind my borrowing one of Ann's bikinis? I didn't know whether your two-story house neighbor would be shocked to see a naked lady by herself sitting next to your pool."

I laughed, telling her that Patty was my neighbor and that she wasn't even home. I quickly added that if she were home and Laura were completely nude, Patty would have likely come over and introduced herself without wearing a stitch of clothing.

"Bob?" she began. "When I woke up this morning, you'd already left for the office. I laid in your bed for quite a while, reliving in my mind all of what we'd done within the past almost 24 hours. I thought about the three penis pictures on Chuck's laptop and how marvelous it was to be able to meet one of them up close and personal. I enjoyed that very much."

"I looked in the drawer of the night stand in the hopes that there would be a vibrator. After finding one I treated my moist pussy to a fine morning orgasm-two, actually. I hope you can appreciate the effect the last 24 hours has had on me?"

"After a Danish and a cup of coffee, my mind returned to the thought of wanting to go into Ann's closet, but something told me to shower first, so I did. I just had the sense that my body needed to be clean if I were to go into another women's closet. Her lingerie drawer has the most beautiful collection of panties and thongs I've ever seen. The thought of even trying on a pair made my pussy begin to seep with moisture, so I didn't dare. Anyway, I also found her collection of bikinis and tried on the one you see me wearing now."

I'm pretty sure I've got all that right-certainly about Laura's sentiments about being in Ann's closet.

Laura sat still for a minute or so, then continued with her thoughts about the last 24 hours: she'd been sitting outside separating in her mind the fantasies that she had indulged in while with me in my bed in comparison to what she believed were her real desires. I'll not soon forget what she said next.

"Bob, I've been thinking that I'd like very much to take Chuck's place in your life. I want to occasionally have the opportunity to suck your cock and for you to eat my pussy before you fuck me. Would you be in favor of such a relationship?"

"I'd very much like that." I responded.

"I'm so happy to hear you say that."

She leaned forward, took off the top of the bikini she had borrowed from Ann's closet, then did the same thing with the bottoms. She spread her legs far apart and slid forward on the lounge chair until her pussy was glistening in the sunlight.

"I think you should consider yourself entitled to some special privileges with this cunt whenever the mood strikes you." She said looking up at me.

I responded by slowly removing my clothes, revealing my now-raging erection, and told her that she should consider herself entitled to the same equal privileges.

Within moments, my tongue was energetically splitting open her slit, licking up and down her beautiful pink cunt and then circling it around her clit. She held my head where she wanted, and I just kept trying to bring her as much pleasure as I could, letting her guide me to her desires.

It wasn't too long and the all too familiar rang out: "Oh Bob! Oh Bob! O-o-oh Bob! Oh-oh-oh, yes, yes, yes, yesssssss!"

With the orgasm came the body shuddering, as I had before, and I just let it run its course. When she was ready, she pulled me up, guided my dick deep into her vagina, and began to a slow rock, pumping on my cock.

"Oh Bob, fill me up with your creamy seed. Fuck me. Please fuck me like you'll own my pussy forever."

I did just that. I filled her up, then sucked it all out again into my waiting mouth, then kissed her so I could share it with her. She swirled her tongue around my mouth with a ravenous want. I could easily tell that she was swallowing everything she got. When the kiss stopped, she said, "Can I have your dick now? It needs a bit of cleaning."

It didn't take much of that before life began to return to my somewhat flaccid tool. It's a bit hard for me to believe, after the past 24 hours, but she got another load of cum shot into her waiting mouth. After which, she of course, kissed me to share the product of my generous balls.

Next, she begins to talk about the three pictures that she'd started the whole discussion with yesterday.

"It's clear to me now." she said, "I know which dick is my husband's, and for sure which one is yours. But owns the big fat one? I think that one might split my cunt wide open-not to mention what it might have done to your mouth. Did Chuck suck that guy's dick, like he did yours?"

I wouldn't be able to tell you even if I knew. I will say that I'd be surprised to learn that they even knew each other? Though, I can tell you, that when you take that guy's cock into your mouth: it's an entirely new experience. You quickly learn how to breathe more easily and massage its head against the roof of the mouth. He'll give you ample warning when the orgasm wave begins, so you're ready when he explodes into your mouth. You can usually manage to swallow some while retaining the rest in your mouth, depending on the quantity of sperm he shoots out. Since your mouth is smaller than mine, I'm not sure what the difference would be for you?

"So here's the thinking: with your permission, I will tell my neighbor about our encounter when she gets home. She lost her husband as suddenly and as tragically as you did, so she'll understand and be sensitive to your situation. Like you, she is very bisexual, as are the other people in my close circle of friends. Let's see where things go from there."

"There's one other thing. Of the three penis images that you found on Chuck's laptop, do you have any interest in meeting the man that has the dick you described as thick?"

Laura responded quickly with an enthusiastic, "Oh yes, I certainly would."

Without further ado, I went into the house and called Randy. I explained to him that Chuck's wife was here at the house and that she had expressed a desire to meet him. He was equally enthusiastic and told me that he could be here in about a half hour.

I told him the front door was unlocked and to just come in when he arrived; we'd be out by the pool. Conversely, I went into the kitchen, fixed us a large pitcher of ice tea, and returned pool-side with three glasses. I told Laura to put Ann's bikini back on, and that she would be getting the opportunity to meet the man with the thick dick shortly.

As Randy came out to the pool, Laura immediately comments that she's seen that man before. I offered that it was likely at Ann's Celebration of Life, since I knew they'd both been there.

"Well, yes, there, too. But I believe that the contractor, Chuck, had done some work on our house quite some time ago. So Chuck had been sucking this guy's dick ever since then?"

I don't remember what I told her, but I knew he would give her honest answers if she asked.

"Randy, this is Chuck Peterson's wife, Laura." I offered it as an introduction.

"Nice to finally get an introduction, Laura. I knew your late husband ever since I did some work on your home several years back. Oddly, we never got to meet then, but I'm certainly happy to get caught up with you now."

Laura said she was also happy to get caught up, as well. She explained to Randy that she wasn't around much while the work was being done due to the invasion of the carpenters, plumbers, and electricians. She'd spent most of that time visiting her sister up in Oregon, until the work was completed.

Then she began: "Randy, this is probably awkward, but yesterday I met with Bob regarding some images that I'd found on Chuck's laptop. Which included a set of pictures where three men's penises. I was sure I'd identified my husband's dick, and quite suspicious that the shaved package belonged to our friend Bob here. But I had no idea who the big, fat one belonged to? Anyway, the reason I approached Bob in the first place was to ask him if he was having sex with my husband."

Randy interrupted. "Oh, Laura, I'm so sorry you had to discover everything that has transpired in your husband's sexual life-especially after hearing from Bob all of what has been denied to you. There's simply no way to make up for that. I'm truly sorry."

By this time, Laura was growing tearful again. We all fell silent for at least a full minute before Laura spoke.

"So, if I have things straight, over the past somewhat extended period, all three of you have been sucking each other's dicks: including my husband's?"

Both Randy and I responded, "Yes."

"Did Bob also share with you how our meeting in his office progressed throughout the rest of the day, at dinner, and in his bed-all night? Do you know why I'm sitting here in this lounge wearing one of his late wife's bikinis?"

"Yes. Bob has enlightened me in pretty much right up to this very moment."

"I think I'd very much like to see both of you completely shed every piece of clothing you're wearing. Then do whatever it is that turns you on and let it go from there. I want to sit here and watch."

Randy and I willingly complied.

As Randy and I reclined on the nearby double lounge, it was pretty clear that the mere sight of the beautiful Laura watching us kissing and fondling each other. That our raging hard-ons were up to the task of mutual entertainment for her. It was easy for me to sense that Randy wanted my cock first, so I whispered in his ear what to say to Laura: he responded affirmatively.

"Laura, this is what you and I both miss with your sweet Chuck."

With that, he swallowed half my dick in one fell swoop. My groan of pleasure told the whole story, of the moment, when I could see Laura's broad smile. She clearly really liked what she saw! As Randy continued working his magic, I could see Laura massaging her tits as she watched. Then off came her top and the kneading of her nipples quickly followed. It wasn't more than a moment or two later that her hand dipped down into her bottoms and began massaging her mound.

Randy continued working his familiar magic skills on my member when Laura said, "Bob, tell Randy to pull off when it's time to come. I want to witness the fountain of creamy spunk shoot out the end of your cock."

With that comment, I could barely hold my breath before I pulled away from Randy. Then shot four or five ropes of cum straight up at least twelve to sixteen inches high. Randy continued to pump my dick as I shuddered from the pure erotic event.

The next sound came from Laura: "Oh my god, Bob! That was beautiful!"

"But clearly this isn't a spectator sport. Randy, this guy needs a clean-up, and I need to find out if that big dick of yours will fit in my pussy."

She nods to Randy to get behind her as she bends down over my cock. She'd already removed Ann's bikini bottoms. With her ass raised up and her sopping wet cunt awaiting Randy's cock, she begins licking up all the sperm from my belly, and all of what had run down the side of my still-rigid tool.

"Fuck me, Randy. Show me what you can do with that thick dick of yours."

Randy did as he was asked. He slipped his dick into her vagina and gave her everything he had. The way she gyrated and pumped on his cock told the whole story: she was experiencing the very thing she had missed because of the bisexual reality of her relationship with her late husband that had been withheld: costing them both the happiness they deserved.

It wasn't long before our friend, Randy, was showing all the signs that he was reaching his moment. And, indeed he did with the roar of a lion. He pumped what we all believed to be a huge load of seed into Chuck's waiting wife's cunt. Laura was absolutely ecstatic! She asked Randy to do all he could to suck his cum out of her vagina-but not swallow it.

"Fill your mouth, then come kiss both Bob and I. So we can all enjoy the delectable fruit from the fine fucking you just gave me."

We spent several minutes catching our breath and drinking up some of the iced tea I'd made earlier. Then Laura said, "I hope you guys are up for it. I'd like to switch places and see if I can possibly get that big fat dick in my mouth while Bob fucks me?"

She smiled broadly.