Friends

Having reached his groin, she stopped abruptly. Diana smelt the unmistakable scent of a woman's vaginal juices in his pubic hair. She sniffed again carefully. There was no doubt. The pubic hair at the base of his penis was saturated by dried pussy juice. She put his rising dick in her mouth. There was no doubt about that taste. After a moment of disbelief and indecision, Diana realized that her husband had just come home from fucking another women. Pru! That woman! Butter wouldn't melt in that woman's mouth. But dicks would! She sat up.

'Who have you been fucking? Who was it? Pru? Was it Pru?'

'What're you talking about?' Rod whined.

'You stink of cunt juice. Your hair is full of it.'

'What... er ...?'

She snapped on the lamp, throwing the duvet back, exposing Rod's naked body. He thought sleeping naked was manly. His tousled pubic hair was, indeed, matted. Diana pointed to it. 'Look!'

'What?' he stuttered.

'Fuck off Rod,' she shouted, climbing out of the bed. All feeling of horniness had left her. Gone in a flash! Diana grabbed her dressing gown from behind the door before storming from the room into the spare. There, she threw herself on the single bed. She wouldn't weep. She was too angry. She just lay there, seething. She had been so wanting her husband to make love to her, and what did she find? That he'd already just fucked another woman. The evidence was indisputable. It must be Pru, she thought. Rod had a thing for her, she knew. And she had deep suspicions that Pru wasn't the only one he was fucking. He was quite often late getting home from work, with lame excuses. When she once found a pair of knickers under the seat of his car, she knew. Her mind was in turmoil, until eventually she fell asleep through sheer exhaustion.

When her daughter, Bella, asked her the next morning, why she was in the spare bed, Diana told her. Bella was upset.

'What are you going to do, mom?'

'What can I do? I can't land myself on my parents. Besides, the shock would probably kill mother. Just co-exist, I guess. Accept the inevtable. Besides, I think it' s been going on for a long time. Oh, not just with Pru. There are others, I'm sure.'

When Bella told her brother Derek on the phone, he was livid. He threatened all kinds of revenge on his father. But Bella told him to keep calm. But when he came home on leave, his father at work, he took his mother in his arms, giving her a close sympathetic embrace. His hands held her bottom tight, pulling her to him. She was very cuddly! Denis had always found his mother very attractive and sexy. Chubby, yes. But very sexy. Unfortunately, his cock found the close embrace rather stimulating, provoking the stirrings of an erection. Diana felt it, and in a motherly moment she couldn't explain to herself, pressed herself to it, rubbing her groin against it. Oh God! It was a long time since she'd felt a hard dick against her. Her vagina was responding.

The next few minutes were a blur. They were in the kitchen. Derek pressed his mom against the table, lifting her hem as he unzipped his flies. Knickers dragged to one side, Derek dragged out his now erect cock, guiding it against her vagina. One push and he was deep inside. They fucked hard for a good twenty minutes.

But that's another story. After all, Derek was married to Pru's daughter, of all people.

From now on, Diana slept in the spare bed. Conversation with Rod was terse and economical. They would learn to live with the new relationship. Of course, it wasn't Pru who Rod had fucked that evening. It was Jill, in the car park of the club. Still, the result was the same. Diana's sex life became non existent until, unexpectedly, one of her wealthy clients managed to seduce her, giving Diana an experience with another woman. It was one to change Diana's sex life for good. She became to adore lesbian sex. It gave her untold bliss during the build up to an orgasm. Orgasms which she had never experienced before. She was happy to let Rod try to prove his prowess with other women. She had her own new group of friends for sexual pleasure. However, that was to come later.

It was another two months before the friends all met again at Alan and Jill's dinner party. Diana was sitting between Alan and Harry. She was wearing a stunning dark grey silk dress of her own creation. It hugged her hips and accentuated her breasts. The skirt was split down the side, with a generous overlap, whilst the top was fairly high, with short arms. She noticed that Rod was between Pru and Paula. With Alan giving most of his attention to Paula on his other side, Rod would waste no time chatting up Pru, putting on the charm. With Alan giving most of his attention to Paula, Diana made herself available to Harry. She chatted him up, flattering him. It was her plan to seduce him in front of Rod.

However, it didn't quite work out that way. Harry was a shy guy, who tried to overcome the problem by being over effusive. After the dinner and toast, Diana took Harry to the arm chair, where she took his drink from him, putting it on the book case ledge beside the chair. Sitting on his lap, Diana put an arm round Harry's neck, giving his a kiss, whilst opening his shirt, slipping her hand inside, to caress his chest, teasing his nipples. She was well and truly tipsy from the cocktails and the wine.

'Hm, that's nice,' he blustered, feeling rather embarrassed.

'There's more to come,' she whispered to him. 'Come being the operative word,' she giggled. 'How would you like to come with me?'

'Bloody hell! What? Here and now?'

'Why not? Pru is already in the hands of Rod. Literally, look!' Harry glanced across. Although the room was dimly lit from the standard lamp in the corner, he was sure he could see Rod's hand inside Pru's top. 'So, here,' she added, taking his hand to guide it inside her dress and bra. Harry was unsure what to do. So he just pressed his hand against the nipple. It wasn't a large breast, though it was firm and podgy. Satisfied that Harry wouldn't remove his hand, Diana kissed him again, long and lingering whilst her hand sought his trouser fastening. Once inside, she tugged the stiffening dick out. Oh dear! Now she knew why Harry was embarrassed. His dick was smaller than average. About four inches she guessed, though reasonable thick. 'Mmm. That's a nice one Harry,' she reassured him. 'I'd bet that dick has fucked a lot of cunts in its time, and given lots of women lots of pleasure. It's a sweet dick. So cute. Mm, I love it Harry.' She muttered praises for his penis as she played with it, studying every contour, exploring his tight testicles and the underside of his shaft with her delicate fingers, feeling it jerk as it strained for more.

This was a new experience for Harry. No-one had praised his cock as much as this before. His girl friend, where they had their holiday cottage, enjoyed it because she had an unusually small vagina. It was a perfect fit for her. Of course, Pru was unaware of this relationship. But now, with his cock getting so much attention from the sophisticated Diana, Harry became more adventurous with her breasts, peeling her top from off the shoulders, before reaching round her back to unclip the bra. Her smallish, full breasts came into view. The nipples were small and pale, the areolae almost the color of the surrounding breast, though the smaller pimply glands, arranged round the outside, were prominent. Harry studied them before attaching his mouth to one of them. The fingers playing with his cock were making him feel more and more horny. He wondered if he dared to feel her pussy. It was at that very moment that Diana whispered. 'Why don't you want to feel me, Harry? I'm wet, ready and willing. It's all yours darling. I need it!'

Wanting no further encouragement, Harry slid his hand between the side opening of the skirt to find the warm silky touch of her upper thigh. Her flimsy Ann Summers briefs were flimsy and small, offering no resistance to his stubby fingers as they searched eagerly for what it was desperate to touch. There was no obstacle to his intention, until his fingers finally discovered the fleshy labia, sticky with her juices. Harry swallowed hard. He was so overwhelmed by the knowledge that he was feeling another vulva that he couldn't prevent his cock suddenly exploding in Diana's hand, projecting his jets of sperm over his chest. Diana was delighted at the sight of the discharge, moving her free hand to catch the late spurts.

As Harry's cock dwindled in her hand, Diana rubbed the sperm in the other hand over her breasts and nipples. 'Sorry,' he muttered, taking his hand from her groin and from her breasts. 'Couldn't hold it back any more,' Harry apologized as he started to rearrange his clothes, making himself respectable again.

'That's alright darling,' Diana murmured. 'I loved watching every drop. I feel so favored to have done it for you. I'm only sorry it wasn't inside me. Another time, perhaps. I think, maybe, you'd rather have another drink now, to regain your strength.'

FIVE: THE FAREWELLS.

Shortly after one am, John's daughter called to collect her parents with Pru and Harry to share the journey. Every one had tidied themselves up and were sitting at the dining table, sipping coffee or, in John's case, a large brandy. The evening had been a real eye-opener for him. He was still trying to get his head round the fact that Jill had fellated him, encouraging his cock to explode in her mouth. He was even more astonished by her swallowing the sperm. He had never been sucked-off before, never mind have a lady swallow his cum. Added to that was the sight of Allan fucking Paula, an experience they had often fantasized about, but one which, when it actually happened, was mind-blowing. He only wished there had been a bit more light for him to see better! John didn't know whether to be jealous or stimulated by the sight of Alan's cock penetrating his wife's vagina. Perhaps a mixture of both. In any event, a large brandy was called for him to ponder his reactions.

Paula was very quiet. The experience had been wonderful. A dream come true. Alan was only the second guy to feel her down there, let alone fuck her. And her initial nervousness soon gave way to great stimulating delight. She had never known such ecstatic bliss in her life, and the main orgasm, when it finally shattered her, was out-of-this-world fantastic. She never realized they could be so intense. Whatever John might think, she knew it was worth the experience. She pondered the memory whilst sipping her coffee. Paula wondered how John had taken it. She would soon find out when they got into bed.

It was Pru who broke the silence. 'Well,' she said in an understatement, 'that's another New Year over.' As though it was an event to endure. She had certainly endured Rod's fucking, enjoying every thrust, though she was, perhaps, a bit too drunk to appreciate the finer points of the event, not reaching a truly satisfactory orgasm. Ah well, back to the fingers, she thought.

Meantime, Harry was quietly smirking into his drink, gloating over his experience. Diana, the posh wife of Rod, had tossed him off and let him feel her plump vulva, and lick her nipples. He could hardly believe his luck. It had been a very satisfactory ejaculation. One of his best.

The front-door bell rang.

After much hugging and thank-yous, the two couples shrugged into their topcoats, then left.

'Another for the road, Diana?' Alan enquired as they returned to the sitting area. He turned to see her response, only to be faced, looking over her shoulder, with his wife kissing Rod in the hallway. He was rubbing his hands greedily over her buttocks. Before he could react, Diana moved in close, putting her arms round him to kiss him on the lips. A long lingering kiss. Alan responded by putting his arms round her and letting his hands roam all over her back and bottom. She broke from the kiss, putting her cheek against him whispering in his ear, 'I'd rather have another on the settee.'

After the earlier sexual exploit, Diana was feeling ravenously sexy. After having masturbated Harry, her own unfulfilled sexual needs were working overtime. Harry had shown no inclination to penetrate her, being content with having Diana jerk his cock until he splattered his juices all over his chest and the front of his shirt. The sight of the sperm spewing from the end of the cock inflamed her, but something about Harry held back her urge to take the spitting cock in her mouth, or straddle it with her vulva. She had spent the rest of the evening in a great state of frustration. Desperate to have Alan fuck her, she had to be content with biding her time until the moment arose. And here it was.

In spite of her desperation, Diana took it steadily, gently pushing Alan back towards the settee by the window, where Jill had given John his blow-job, unfastening the waist band of his trousers on the way. By the time they reached the edge of the settee, Diana had unzipped Alan, dragging out his half-filled cock. Sinking to a crouch in front of him, she drew his trousers down to his ankles, lifting one foot after the other out of the trouser legs, before taking the new dick in her mouth, feeling it filling and expanding, as it responded to the stimulation. To have such power over a man was wonderful. Lets face it, she thought, his dick is his main center of his manhood. His self esteem. Control that, and you control the man. And she had Alan in her control right now. Diana no longer had any qualms about Rod and Jill seeing her blatantly molesting Alan. In fact, she relished in it.

Alan stood, legs slightly apart, hands on hips, groin thrust forward, with his cock stiff and hard. He was enjoying having the elegant, if plump, Diana eating his cock. He had never really seem her as a sex object. Yet here she was, giving him head. After two or three minutes of sheer delight, sucking Alan's cock, Diana stood, unbuttoning her dress as she did, then pulling it from her shoulders to stand in her underwear. Reaching across to Alan, she took his hands to pull him onto the settee beside her. His hand reached between her thighs, pushing the briefs to one side, cupping the palm of his hand over the vulva, squeezing the fleshy labia. Alan felt the delicious nectar of her vagina against his hand. Using his two middle fingers, he penetrated her secret tunnel, feeling the muscles trembling. Diana had reached behind her back to unclasp her bra. Once released, there was no sagging of the breasts. They were firm and round, if somewhat on the small side.

Alan studied the globes of pale creamy flesh, before latching his mouth onto the left one. Diana was trembling with excitement. He had a sudden desire to penetrate her. He knew she was ready and willing. Alan dragged the briefs from her plump thighs, over her legs and ankles. Diana shook them off her feet before opening her legs. Alan slipped to his knees between them, giving a quick look at her vulva, with its petite inner labia, before placing the head of his cock against the dilated vagina, heavily coated in the juices. He eased the head of his cock inside before pausing to relish the moment of entering the secret place of a new woman. Feeling Diana gasp, he slowly slid the full length inside the welcoming vagina. He heard a big sigh from her, as she wrapped her chubby legs round his waist. He loved the feel of the vaginal muscles squeeze his shaft.

Still in a deep embrace with Rod in the hallway, Jill was frantic. Her sex drive was in overdrive. She wanted more of this cock. More of any cock really. Just to be screwed hard with a stiff ramrod of flesh. Her hand rapidly unzipped his flies, eagerly pushing into the trousers, searching for the thing she wanted more than anything at this moment. Cock! Yes, there it was, half filled. She dropped to her knees, taking it in her mouth. She adored the awareness of a soft cock, filling out in her mouth. Rod's grew to its fullest size, almost choking her, before she slipped it out. Her hand grasped the thick shaft, jerking it up and down, desperate to feel it's full glorious stiffness. Rod was reciprocating by pulling her top over her shoulders to reveal her wonderful breasts.

With tongues lashing, still grasping his cock, Jill dragged Rod into the room, where she leaned her bottom against the arm of the vacant settee, pulling up the hem of her dress. To avoid unnecessary obstacles, Jill had not put her knickers back on. Her vulva was hard and swollen with lust. The episode with John's cock had aroused her lust to boiling point. Jill's hands grabbed Rod's trousers, quickly unclasping the waist, pushing them over his thighs. His underpants were dragged down his hips to expose his magnificent cock. Jill got hold of it, pulling it towards her vagina. Rod obliged by thrusting it straight to the hilt, deep inside the vagina. She gasped out loud at the intrusion.

Jill was on a high. In a strangled voice, she croaked, 'Fuck me. Oh my God! Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Oh shit! I want more. More! Give it to me. Give it to me! Fuck me. Fuck me!' Rod's cock was driving hard in and out of Jill's vagina. Literally shagging her, hard and fast and cruelly. Jill loved it! That wonderful cock was stimulating the g-spot. She was going to cum , she could help it. She'd been waiting all evening for this. Her orgasm swept into her mind and body with a great woosh!

'Wow! My God, I needed that. Now for a more leisurely one.' It was then she realized that Rod was in no position to fuck her again. His cock had lost its erection and slipped out from her vagina. Unbelievable! He couldn't do this to her! She wanted more! But it was no use.

It was whilst Jill was in spasm, hips lurching, that Rod saw Diana. His wife was being fucked in front of his eyes. Diana, who had denied him sex for the past three months or more, was being fucked by their friend. Not only that, she was clearly lost in ecstacy, moaning and talking dirty. 'Give it to me darling. Oo yes! I love it. Fuck me fast. Fast! Oh shit shit shit!' He heard her muttering urgently. The fact that he had just fucked Alan's wife didn't seem to enter Rod's mind. He felt cheated. Let down. His mighty cock deflated, slipping out of Jill's vagina. He pulled his trousers up and excused himself. 'Need a pee,' he explained, leaving the room. When he got into the small loo, he locked the door and wept tears of anger. How could she do this to me? he raged to himself.

Diana had taken no notice of her husband's activities. She was enjoying her own too much to care about him, and was fast reaching another glorious orgasm. The fluttering in her loins, the shaking of her thighs and hips, got more intense as the orgasm started fluttering deep inside her. Starting as a small lurch in her belly, the spasms burst out. Several convulsions racked her body as she cried out. 'Oh jeeez! Shit! Arrrrggghhhh! Yes yes yes!'

But Alan wasn't finished. As he embraced her nakedness, he asked 'How about a bit of anal?' He had wanted to try anal sex for a long time, but Jill was unwilling to try it.

'Oh, will it hurt?' Diana gasped.

Without replying, Alan squatted between her thighs, thrust his head against her soaking vagina, then stuck his tongue inside it to suck out all the juices. There was plenty there, after her orgasms. He then hauled her to her feet, draped her face down over the arm of the settee. Pushing her legs apart, the whole expanse of her plump vulva and bottom was revealed to him. He looked at the small puckered button of her bum. It was pink and dripping with her juices. Diana flexed the anal muscle. Tantalizing! Beckoning! Kneeling between her splayed open legs, Alan used his thumbs to pry open the rectum, before putting his mouth against the open rose bud, dribbling the contents of his mouth into it. Satisfied that there was plenty of lubrication there, he guided the head of his cock to the little puckered entrance. Slowly, slowly he eased the end inside. Diana stiffened, clenching her muscles at first, but then relaxed to allow the hard cock to enter her anal passage.