Laura & Hardy meet Abby & Costello

However, Laura had no doubts that the same would not be true Monday at work. She was not wrong. And she could not avoid it as Abby appeared and pulled a chair next to her desk, shortly after Laura arrived and settled in. This is not where the taller woman would have preferred to have a conversation about Saturday night, but fortunately, her desk was secluded from any eavesdroppers.

Abby didn't say anything, merely studied her.

After a minute, Laura raised her eyebrows and tilted her head down slightly as if to prompt the other woman to speak. When she did not, Laura said, "It's not polite to stare. Was there something on your mind?"

"Just trying to determine how you're doing." Abby leaned closer. "I'm not exactly sure how you were when you left Saturday night. But I can tell you how you were not. You weren't happy. I didn't want this to come between us."

Laura looked her relatively new friend over. There were so many directions this could go in. "Do we really want to have this conversation here, now?"

"No one can hear us. Not everyone is in yet. It's actually a perfect time."

With a nod, Laura said, almost accusingly, "So, you guys have done that before."

"Well, the short answer is yes, but not that often. But for what it's worth, it was by far the best with you guys."

This was not the direction in which Laura had been heading, but she just had to ask why.

"Because," Abby explained, "You and Norman are an exact match for us. Neither Frank nor I admitted this to each other until we talked after you guys left Saturday. All of the couples we've swung with in the past were either Frank's size or my size. So, one of us always lucked out and the other had to make do. When another couple would approach us, if they were my size, I was usually the one eager to do it with them. When they were Frank's size, the same was true for him. But we didn't really come to the realization that size was the issue until yesterday."

"That begs the question; didn't this occur to you when you started dating?"

Abby gave her a condescending look. "Love is blind, don't you know that? What about you and Norman? Was size ever an issue?"

"No," Laura answered defensively. "And it still isn't. We don't need to have sex with other people to compensate for any size differences."

"Neither do we," Abby countered, almost argumentatively. "Despite what you might think, we love each other very much. But we've always been very open-minded and trusting of one another, so when we started swinging, it was really more for the fun of it."

"How did you get started doing that?"

"Actually, it was very similar to Saturday night. We were at one of these parties back in the days when they got really wild. We left with another couple who invited us to their place and one thing led to another. After we decided that we liked to swing occasionally, we discovered that we had some other friends who did as well. We then met other couples who did the same. So, every once in a while, we go out to dinner with one of the couples, and then we go back to someone's house and fuck."

"And so, you want us to do the same?" Laura accused.

"Look, Laura, Saturday just happened. It wasn't pre-planned, we weren't trying to convert you or anything like that," Abby explained. "When we saw the interest that both you and Norman had in the couple having sex against the glass door, we thought it was a possibility, but we didn't invite you to our house intent on making it happen. Fortunately for us, it just did. But let me make this observation. You two really enjoyed it and don't insult my intelligence by telling me you didn't."

Laura was not about to confirm that observation. "Okay, you're the first friend that I made when I came to work here and I would like us to remain friends. So, I will agree that it just happened. I'll even go so far as to say that maybe watching that couple at the party aroused us enough that along with the amount of alcohol we consumed we didn't resist as we should have. It was a new experience for us, but I can promise you, it's one experience we have no desire to repeat."

"I understand," Abby said with a hint of disappointment, "and I respect it because most of all, like you, I still want us to be friends."

"Perfect," Laura agreed standing and stepping close to Abby, who arose also. The two hugged and the shorter woman returned to her office. But as Laura watched her coworker walk off in tight pants that showed off her shapely ass, all she could see was an image of her husband fucking Abby doggy-style, while Frank screwed her with his big and wonderful cock.

* * *

Things mostly returned to normal over the next few days; mostly meaning that none of the four could shake the visuals of that evening that were still vivid in their memories. But no one spoke aloud of Saturday or the mental images. Even those gradually faded, at least for Laura; that is until she answered the telephone at her desk one afternoon.

"Hello, gorgeous," the caller greeted.

"Excuse me," Laura said curtly, not recognizing the voice. She might have been less concerned if it had been an inside call—some of the younger idiot guys in the office still thought they could talk to women in such ways. But this was a call from outside.

"Abby?"

"No, she's gone for the day." Sometimes Abby's calls rolled over to Laura's phone when she was out of this office, which she was. "This is Laura. May I take a message?"

"Oh, hello, Laura. It's Frank. I forgot Abby was leaving early today. Doctor's appointment or something."

"Hair."

"You're right. So, how are you?"

Strangely—or not—Laura's mind did not conjure up an image of Frank's face, as one might normally do when speaking to someone you knew on the phone. Instead, her mind's eye could only picture his big, beautiful cock. But she quickly shook her head to clear it. "Uh, I'm fine."

"That's good. It was a pleasure to finally meet you the other night. Laura had spoken about you so much, it was great to be able to put a face to the name."

I'll bet that's not all it was great to put to me, Laura thought. And still, she could not rid her mind of his penis. "Yes, me too."

"Perhaps I shouldn't say this, but she told me about the conversation the two of you had Monday morning." His voice oozed sex appeal. "I just want to say that we honestly did not intend to offend you or Norm. But I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy the time you and I spent together."

If Laura had been having this conversation with Abby, she would have at least told her to drop it, maybe even hung up on her. But somehow, with Frank, she couldn't help but keep thinking about what hung between his legs, and it was as though talking to him made it all the more graphic. She even uncharacteristically said, "Yes, it was—" she caught herself, but knew she had to say something "—interesting."

"Again, I have to say, I wish it could happen again. I can't help but keep thinking about it."

Laura's pussy tingled at that statement, but when she shook her head this time, it cleared. "I've got take this call, Frank," she lied. "Nice talking to you." She hung up and had to run to the restroom to splash water on her flushed face.

* * *

The next day, Abby brought some papers to Laura before lunch. The taller woman was in the process of dialing a number, so the smaller woman remained a respectable distance away so as not to eavesdrop. However, Abby was able to determine that Laura was on the phone with Norman. Abby waited when Laura held up a hand to signal that she would not be long.

When Laura hung up, she asked as Abby handed her the papers, "You eating in the lunchroom?"

"Yes, you?"

"Yes. You ready to go?"

"Go ahead. I'll catch up with you in a minute. Just have to put some stuff away."

Laura nodded, grabbed her purse and lunch bag and walked off. Abby turned to head back to her own office, but waited a minute to make certain her coworker was gone. She picked up Laura's phone and pressed redial, jotting down the number that appeared on the telephone's screen.

"Miss me already?" Norman said answering his cell phone and thinking it was his wife.

"Actually, I do," Abby answered seductively.

"What? Who's this?"

"It's Abby. I just wanted to tell you that I enjoyed meeting you Saturday night, not to mention everything else."

"Okay," Norman said slowly. "Well, it was nice to meet you also."

"Please don't let this be awkward for you, Norman."

"Where is Laura?" he asked hesitantly.

"Oh, she went on to lunch. I didn't think she would approve of me talking to you, but as I said, I wanted to tell you how nice it was."

"How nice it was?"

"You know what I mean. What we did."

"Oh. Uh-huh. Okay," was his nervous response.

"I hope the four of us can get together again. I mean I really can't stop thinking about how enjoyable it was."

That made the evening resurface in Norman's mind; not that it had sunk that far down. He felt a hard on rising. "Well, as I'm sure you've already gathered, it would probably have to be a public place."

With a chuckle, Abby said, "I see your point. Are you saying you would be interested but Laura would not?"

"No, that's not what I'm saying. Look, I'm glad you enjoyed it. But frankly, Laura and I have been uneasy about it ever since. We're just not the kind of people who do things like that. I don't fault you and Frank and we're flattered that you wanted to do that with us. But you're going to have to respect our feelings."

"I do. And I'm glad we had this talk. There are no hard feelings on our part. Just tell me one thing and then I'll let you go. Did you enjoy it?"

Norman didn't answer.

"Norman, it's a simple yes or no answer. Doesn't commit you to anything."

"Yes."

"Thank you. Again, I hope we can socialize some time."

They hung up.

But Norman couldn't move for a few minutes. He had to wait for his massive erection to subside and hope the liquid he felt oozing out of his cock didn't create a visible wet spot on his pants.

After Abby replaced the phone, she walked off to the lunchroom with a smile on her face and a bounce in her step.

* * *

The true purpose of Abby's call plagued Norman for the rest of the day. At dinner that evening at home, he casually—or he hoped it sounded casual—asked his wife if Abby had said any more about last weekend. He didn't feel the need to mention that he had talked to her coworker.

The question caught Laura off guard, though she hoped she realized in time not to let it show. "Why do you ask?" she inquired, feeling somewhat guilty because of her talk with Frank the day before.

"No particular reason. You said the two of you talked on Monday, but you haven't said any more, so I was just wondering."

"I guess things have pretty much gotten back to normal," Laura answered with a shrug. "Although, sometimes I get the feeling she looks at me differently."

"Differently how? Like she wants to jump your bones or like you have some kind of disease?"

Laura laughed at her husband's sense of humor. "I'm not really sure. I haven't tried to make that determination because I didn't want her to think I was watching back."

"But she hasn't made any suggestions about us getting together again?"

"Not other than what she said Monday." Laura looked at her husband. "Why? Would you want to?"

"In a public place."

With a smirk, Laura said, "Good idea." She scooted closer to her husband. "You're sure you wouldn't want to have sex with someone your own size again?" She reached down to rub her husband's cock through his pants. She was surprised that he was already hard, but somewhat disappointed that he didn't feel as big as she expected—or maybe she was hoping he would feel as big as Frank.

"You're more than enough woman for me," Norman answered in an amorous tone hoping it would prevent her from questioning the erection that arose from Laura's last question, which instantly brought on thoughts about Abby and the fuck they enjoyed.

Laura unzipped Norman, maneuvering his cock free and taking his entire length into her mouth. "And you're enough man for me," she said in between slurps. She gave him her best blowjob because she could. Frank had been a good fuck, but not being able to take very much of him in her mouth had made her feel somewhat inadequate.

The Hardy's had not had sex together since before Saturday night, so between the foursome and the constant thought of the sex he'd had with Abby, Norman was already pretty well charged. It didn't take long for him to come.

Laura proudly swallowed every last drop. She sat back in her chair without wiping the few dollops from the corners of her mouth.

Norman quickly slid off of his chair and onto his knees. He lifted his wife's skirt, pulled aside her bikini panties and darted his tongue into her very wet pussy. He flicked his tongue on her clit and sucked on it. But before he could shove a finger into her hole, she was coming.

After they both recovered, Laura remarked, "Well, that was spontaneous."

"Yeah, that doesn't happen much anymore."

And they both looked at each other as though they had done something wrong, but deep inside, they each knew where it had come from.

* * *

Another day later, just before she was about to leave work, after most of her coworkers, including Abby, had already departed, Laura's phone rang. At first, she was pleased to hear Frank's voice, sending her brain into overdrive. But when she told him that Abby had already left and he said he was actually calling to talk to her, Laura became concerned.

"I just can't stop thinking about you," Abby's husband confessed.

Not knowing what to say, Laura remained silent.

"I thought maybe if we could just talk," Frank went on, "maybe it would help."

"Talk about what?" she asked as though she didn't know. "Help with what?"

"To be honest, Laura, making love to you was beyond belief. I've never been with anyone as good. Oh, sure, Abby and I satisfy each other, but with you, it was perfect. As it should be."

He was like a school boy with a crush, Laura thought. She felt she should be angry, but his smooth baritone voice caused her to remember lying on her back on his and Abby's bed with him firmly planted between her legs and his glorious cock buried deep within her. She couldn't help but agree with his last statement, but she was too frightened to voice it.

Hearing Laura's breathing quicken, Frank smiled to himself, knowing she was still on the line and listening. "I wish I could convince you to reconsider us getting together again."

Laura continued to merely listen as her hand subconsciously dropped between her legs.

"If Norman is the problem, you and Abby and I could have a threesome."

That was an image she wasn't certain she liked, but it didn't prevent her hand from pulling her skirt up high enough for her fingers to rub her pussy through her panties.

"Or if you're not comfortable with that, it could just be you and I."

At least Laura had the presence of mind to look around to make sure no one was lingering and watching. Still, she slid her chair as far under her desk as she could to hide sliding two fingers into her hole.

"I would actually prefer that," Frank said in a whispery tone. "Just the two of us."

Laura crooked her neck to rest the phone there so she could use her other hand to attend to her clit as she finger-fucked herself with the other. "I wouldn't cheat on Abby," she heard herself say.

"She wouldn't mind. We have a very open marriage. We've done this a time or two before."

His words penetrated, but she really didn't digest them because she was concentrating more on pleasuring herself. She let a moan slip out.

Frank picked up on it. "Are you doing what I think you're doing?" Feeling fairly certain she was, he said, "That's it, baby, come for me. But pretend it's my hard cock in you."

That caused her to frig herself harder, faster.

"Can you feel it sliding in and out? All the way in and almost all the way out. Again and again. Feel it."

More moans, but she no longer cared.

"Know what I'm doing, baby? I'm taking out my cock and stroking it. I'm imagining it's you doing this to me. It's good. Real good. You're good."

Laura came hard through clenched teeth, not wanting anyone to hear and come to investigate. She kept rubbing herself as though she didn't want it to end.

It was loud enough for him to hear over the phone. "That's it, baby. Come. Keep coming. I'm not far behind you."

Amid his moans, Laura gradually recovered. "I've got to go, Frank."

"Just a minute, Laura. I'm almost there."

"I can't. I've got to go."

"Laura, can we at least meet? Have a drink? Just talk?"

"Gotta go, Frank." Laura quickly hung up and ran to the restroom, her mind a mass of confusion, excitement, guilt, fascination, embarrassment, thrill.

* * *

On a positive note, the remembrance of Saturday night was beginning to fade from Laura's mind. Unfortunately, it was replaced by the phone sex they'd just had. It made it hard—there was that word again—to concentrate on driving home from work. And now she had to go act normal with Norman. Perhaps she should have that drink with Frank. Maybe in a public place she could be stronger and tell him to stop calling her. The question was, did she really want that?

Boy, was she confused. Laura had never had any desire to have sex with anyone else. She and Norman had a good marriage. He satisfied her in bed. She was happy. So, what was happening to her? Why could she not get that big cock out of her mind? And why did she go to pieces every time Frank called?

Laura recalled the French restaurant metaphor. She remembered that she and Norman had wanted to go back to it for several months. But they never did, and eventually, they forgot about it. But it was hard—difficult—to forget about the foursome when seeing Abby every day was a painful? exciting? reminder.

On the other hand, maybe she needed to convince Norman that they needed to get together with Frank and Abby again and see if it was as thrilling the second time. Thinking about that for a minute, she shook her head. What a stupid idea that was.

As she continued to think about all of this, with today being Friday, perhaps the weekend away from Abby at work and where Frank couldn't call would help put things back in perspective.

And there was one other thing she could try.

* * *

Once she arrived home, Laura decided to take a shower, wash all of that sex off of her. Plus, it was a good way to begin execution of her plan. She used a shower cap to prevent her hair from getting wet and used a sweet-scented soap that she ordinarily did not. As she was drying off, she heard Norman come in, but not what he did. Slipping on a clean pair of panties, she peeked out of the bathroom door.

As usual, he had taken off his shirt to change into more comfortable clothes to lounge around the house. However, that was as far as he got before laying down on the bed with his eyes closed. He did not seem to be sleeping

Fearing he might doze off, Laura altered her hasty plan and walked into the bedroom topless and only in panties. She eased onto the bed, straddling his legs and forcing his eyes to open. Seeing what greeted him, Norman smiled, enjoying the sight of her nicely rounded breasts.

Gently, Laura reached out and placed her flat palm on his bare chest, dragging it over each of his nipples and then slowly down his abdomen to his crotch. His cock was already starting to grow, so she wrapped her hand around it through his pants and felt it expand to its full length. She rubbed it a bit until he lifted his trunk up, bringing his face to her breast to lick and suck on her nipple. He excelled at this, his mouth engulfing the entire areola, his teeth tenderly biting the nipple and his tongue taking swipes across the flat part of the tip.