It was something I never expected, never could have imagined and when Ed explained it to me, I was dumbfounded. He had come over to watch the game, but he didn’t come alone, his wife Sara came along too. I had been pretty down lately, first nearly losing my job and then my wife running out on me, so when they both showed up at my door carrying a couple of six packs, my day seemed to brighten.
We quickly pulled out three beers and I put the rest of the beer in the refrigerator to keep cool. Returning to the couch, I clicked on the game and sat down near Ed, taking a sip from my beer. I noticed Sara sitting on one of my chairs, with one leg hooked over the arm, legs opened wide. Figuring she simply had a head start on the drinking I politely tried to avert my gaze from the shorts hiked tight up in her crotch.
She began asking questions about the game, keeping me looking back and forth between the TV and her. It was simply getting too hard to keep from glancing down between her legs each time I looked at her. Finally, when I looked over, I watched as she reached down, hooked a finger around the leg of her shorts and pulled it over, exposing a light patch of hair and a glistening slit.
I immediately got up and walked into the kitchen, wanting to avoid Ed catching onto what was happening. Strangely, he followed me into the kitchen and whispered something to me, something I didn't hear right.
“What was that Ed?”
“I said she wants you.”
“Sara, she has had the hots for you for years.”
“I’ve always liked her, but when she married you...”
“Mike, we swing. She always wanted to get together with you, but I wanted nothing to do with Barb. Excuse me for saying so, but Barb is a bitch and you’re better off without her.”
“But Sara... with me?”
“Yes man, couldn’t you see how wet she was?”
“Of course I noticed, she was practically finger fucking herself trying to get your attention. Now let’s go back in there, I think she’s ready for you now.”
Stepping back into the living room I saw her still on the chair with her leg propped on the arm, except this time she was completely naked. I froze, not sure exactly what to do, wondering exactly what Ed expected from me.
I looked at him, but he simply nudged my shoulder and whispered, “She loves to be eaten. Why not have a taste?”
Stumbling, I quickly pulled off my clothes and kneeled down in front of her, moving my head between her legs. I slipped my tongue into her wet pussy, tasting her. This was the only woman besides Barb that I had done this with and I moved slowly, savoring the flavor, trying to distinguish the differences in this faintly familiar, but vastly different taste.
I noticed a movement above me and looked up to see Ed easing his cock into Sara’s mouth. I continued, pulling my tongue from her tart pussy up the soft slit until I found her tiny nub. I began sucking her clit between my lips as I penetrated her with two fingers. I heard a muffled moan as she began to move her hips to me with Ed’s cock deep in her mouth.
Ed suddenly moaned, grabbing Sara’s head as he arched his back, coming into her mouth. She simply continued moving her hips as she sucked the hot cum from his hard cock. Her attention then changed from his cock to herself and she increased her rhythm, raising herself off of the chair to grind onto my face.
The whole strange situation had me so turned on that when I felt a mouth close over my cock, I simply gave into the sensation and I continued eating Sara’s pussy. My head bucked up and down as she thrust against me when I finally figured out that Ed was sucking my cock. Too involved with Sara’s pussy and the intense sensations flowing over my cock to think about what was happening, I intensified my sucking on her clit until she grabbed my head and groaned. Feeling the walls of her cunt closing and then releasing on my fingers I knew she was coming.
The suction on my cock was incredible and Ed had started stroking my shaft. It all felt so good, so right that I immediately came, splashing my hot cum into his mouth. Moving my head from Sara’s pussy, I looked down to watch him suck the last few drops from...
“Oh this is just wonderful,” I heard Barb’s words screech over us. Looking up I saw a pained look come over her face as she turned and rushed out.
The three of us sat silently for a long time, wondering what might happen next. Finally I broke the ice and said, “Damn, I think I need a beer.”
We laughed, walked naked into the kitchen and grabbed some beer. We continued through the night, drinking beer and trying out a number of interesting positions and combinations. When we woke the next morning we were still a bit drunk. Looking at the clock I said, “Hey we better get moving her, I got to go to work and then I need to change the locks.”
“Yeah, it was a mistake not to change those locks earlier,” Ed said.
“If she had a gun it would have been a fatal mistake.”
“Yeah, she was pretty pissed.”
“The bitch,” Sara replied, giggling.
“We better head back home,” Ed said.
They quickly dressed, said goodbye and headed out to their car as I went to take a shower. After showering I got ready for work and hurried out to my car, figuring if traffic wasn’t too bad I’d get there on time.
I first heard it on the radio and was glad I could avoid the traffic. Several exits past mine a car had left the highway and plunged down into Buffalo Bayou. Later as I watched the news on my TV at work I saw it became an event, as crowds watched and traffic stopped. Helicopters circled the scene like vultures circling the carcass, tearing flesh from bone for the four, five, or six o’clock news.
Watching the news I learned the plunge was over sixty feet and I asked myself, “Did she have long to think, to ponder what brought her there? Or did her life flash before her eyes in those last seconds?
They didn’t find the vehicle for some time, in fact the search continued all day, as they even had mathematicians calculate trajectories trying find it in the muddy waters. Late in the afternoon they finally located the truck and lifted it out of the bayou. The red truck dripped mud and water as they removed the bodies in two yellow body bags. Two? The helicopters stayed all day, (the money they spent on fuel became a sad tribute to their lives).
Seeing the body bags I asked myself, “When did they realize this was their final mistake? Was it when the driver slammed the brakes trying to avoid another car, or was it when they trusted the guardrail, now only a strange twisted sculpture? Or was the entire day a mistake, one of those when they simply should have stayed in bed?”
I watched it on the news, saw the red truck bleeding mud and water, saw the bodies loaded on the boats, saw the twisted guardrail and realized all they were to me was a traffic jam I avoided. They became momentary event, feeding the vultures, for the four, five, or six o’clock news.
It wasn't until then that it hit me, red truck? I picked up the phone and called Ed, but it simply rang and rang.