Empty Nesters - Tara and Sam

Tara tried to play it off, and offered herself to him to change the subject and erase the awkwardness. She was well aware of how a man's brain worked. She rolled back over on her back and spread her legs.

"I was just so far out there, you know how I get." She'd explained. She ran her fingers over her pussy, bringing on a tremor.

"I do, and I love it." Sam replied cautiously. He leaned down and kissed her inner thigh, gently caressing her other leg.

"So why don't you put me out there again baby?" Tara said with a sheepish smile. "I did love how you teased me in the kitchen the other day, before you finally took me. And I love when we finish together, but right now I could use some of that talented mouth of yours." Tara said softly as she ran her wet fingertips across Sam's mouth.

Sam licked his wife's fingers and growled, "Well, that's exactly what I had in mind baby." He leaned down and placed a small kiss on the inside of her knees, one after the other.

He looked at Tara and smiled before running his tongue up the length of her inner thigh, then did the same to the other, enjoying the shudder of her body.

She sighed and he smiled again before placing a wet kiss in the hollow where her inner thigh met her crotch.

His mouth watered as he inhaled her rich scent. He loved how Tara smelled and tasted after her climax. He intended to savor her until she couldn't take anymore.

His mind wandered briefly, wondering how Heather tasted, how she smelled. But he pushed those thoughts away and tried to focus on pleasing the love of his life.

Tara moaned quietly and ran her fingers through his curly blond hair. "Don't tease me baby, just make me cum." She told him in the husky tone that told of her need.

Sam slid his knees out from underneath him and got comfortable laying prone between his wife's outstretched legs. He reached underneath her thighs and brought his hands up over her hips to meet on her landing strip of hair.

"Your wish is my command my queen." Sam whispered before delving into Tara's sodden and puffy lips.

She moaned, louder this time, and wrapped her fingers in Sam's curly blond hair as she tilted her hips upward to meet his face.

Tara's eyes went closed as she felt her husband mesh his lips with hers, but Heather's pretty face immediately filled her mind, as his tongue went in circles around the entrance of her wet snatch.

Her eyes sprung open to look down at Sam, guilt almost pushing away her pleasure. But as she looked at her husband, she quickly realized that he had to have fantasized about Heather too.

Tara knew in her heart, at that moment, that surely there were times when she was fucking Sam and he had thought about Heather. Hell, she reasoned, he may have been thinking of her just then!

And coincidentally, Sam was. As he slid his tongue up and down between Tara's labia, thoroughly enjoying her smell and her taste, he stroked his fingers over Tara's thin strip of hair and imagined that Heather would be as bare as the day she was born. He always imagined her waxed smooth.

Tara quickly accepted the fact that sometimes people fantasized about other people during sex, and she closed her eyes again and moaned as she wondered what Tara's beautiful, blonde tresses would feel like in her hands, instead of Sam's tight curls.

Her hips rocked upward and down with her husband's face, as she imagined her beautiful neighbors mouth giving her such pleasure.

Would Heather's long hair tickle her thighs? She wondered. Would it distract her from the woman's talented tongue? Or would it just enhance the experience?

Sam was using his usual techniques, lapping at her labia gently, ignoring her clit for the time being and building her arousal. All the while wondering what Heather would taste like, what she would smell like. He didn't realize that his wife already knew what Heather smelled like.

Tara didn't need the slow build up however, she had already worked herself up enough. She needed Sam to ravish her pussy!

She somehow knew that Heather would instinctively know that, and would be attacking her clit by now.

She reached down and spread her lips open, drawing back her clitoral hood to Sam's delight. "Don't tease me Sam, eat me! Eat my clit honey!" She demanded in a harsh whisper.

And with no hesitation whatsoever he did, he latched onto the swollen bundle of nerves and sucked hard, lashing it with his tongue. Thinking to himself that Heather would love this treatment too.

Tara went off with a shout. She realized she wanted to cry out Heather's name, and restrained herself with an effort. But she couldn't get Heather's beautiful eyes out of her mind.

Sam loved making his wife cum, and now reached inside her pussy with two fingers, pushing directly at her Gspot and massaging her there. He couldn't help but wonder if Heather would like that too. He assumed that all women did, and he pictured his neighbor writhing against his face.

When Tara was at the peak of her climax, quaking and shrieking, Sam jumped to his knees and pushed his hard dick into her in one push. He loved feeling her inner muscles clamp down on him as she got off.

He closed his eyes and pictured Heather beneath him, cumming on his cock, just as Tara was trying to form a new vision of how Heather would be able to make her feel like that. Would she use a toy on her? Her long fingers? How many?

Tara wondered what Heather would do if Sam did that to her? How would she react to having Sam fuck her while she was already cumming?

Tara knew from talking to her girlfriends over the years, that Sam was bigger than average. would Heather want Sam's big dick?

And what would she do then? What would she do as her husband was fucking her neighbor? Tara wondered yet again.

Would she just watch those two sexy bodies moving together, like she was watching her own private sex show?

Would Sam fuck Heather from behind, while she devoured Tara's pussy? Like she had imagined earlier?

She was well aware of her husband's love of eating pussy. Tara knew in her heart that Sam would need to go down on Heather too.

What would she, Tara do in the meantime? Would she go down on Sam? would she passively watch?

The scenarios flowed through her overstimulated mind. There were so many possibilities!

Would her and Sam even bother with each other? Or would they both focus on pleasing Heather?

What would Heather be doing if she were with them as her and Sam fucked?

Tara pictured Heather moving on her knees until she was straddling Tara's face. Tara couldn't imagine Heather sitting back and watching them fuck. She would have to be involved somehow. Heather would never be a passive audience in a situation like that.

She may have watched them from the porch the other day, but if she was actually in bed with them, Tara just knew that Heather would be an active participant.

Tara reached up and grabbed her husband, pulling him down for a passionate kiss. She could smell and taste herself on Sam's face, but her mind flashed to Heather's smell, and her fantasy of Heather sitting on her face while Sam pounded her.

Tara's mouth opened and she licked Sam's lips as she groaned deep in her chest as her fluttering pussy worked on his cock. She was getting herself even more excited by tasting pussy on his face. Her orgasms just seemed to roll, one into the next.

Would Heather and Sam both lean forward to kiss, While Sam fucked her and Heather sat on her face? Would Sam grope Heather's tits, even as he continued to fuck his wife?

Tara reached down and began to massage her clit while Sam pounded her pussy. She imagined it was Heather's fingers rubbing circles around her clit while kissing Sam, while fucking Tara's face. Tara extended her fingers and moved them to feel Sam's fat cock stretching her wet labia and she caressed them both.

She imagined feeling Sam's cock thrusting in and out of Heather's pussy. She imagined it would be so fucking hot to actually feel that!

Sam kissed his wife of all these years as he fucked her deep and hard. She was running her tongue out and over his mouth and realized that he had never experienced her do that before during sex.

She had never been afraid to kiss him after he'd gone down on her. He had even grown accustomed to kissing her after a blowjob, knowing full well that she swallowed everything she could.

But he always could taste himself in her mouth. He accepted the fact that it was his own sex he was tasting, just like she did after he ate her.

But she'd never tasted herself so enthusiastically before. It was like she was trying to capture her flavor from his mouth.

It was only Tara's vaginal muscles trying to milk the cum from his dick that distracted him from her mouth. She was riding a series of orgasms and her inner muscles were clamping down hard on his cock.

He knew he needed to concentrate, he needed to give his wife a thorough fucking and withhold his own climax. He tried to concentrate on his current problem at work, the maintenance that needed done on their cars, anything that would keep his mind off how good her pussy felt.

Tara's mind was still filled with her fantasy of Heather, even as she was being pounded by her husband, she was conjuring up scenarios of the three of them together. She'd never been a part of a threesome, but she was coming up with some very hot ideas.

All those thoughts kept her cumming longer than she had in years. She and Sam had had a very satisfying sex life together. Ever since the first time in his dad's Chevy on the mountain just west of town.

They had experimented and learned to please one another thoroughly over the years. But it had always been just the two of them. They had never even discussed adding anyone else.

And Tara had never in her life considered having sex with another woman, but now, she couldn't get it out of her mind!

Tara knew at that moment that she wanted to find out for herself what it would be like. Now that her and Sam had reignited their sex lives, they were trying new things. Why not this too? She wondered.

But she was sure she couldn't cheat on Sam, she loved him too much. And doing anything with Heather without him would feel as wrong as sleeping with another man for her.

And she realized that seeing her husband with a sexy woman like Heather would be thrilling. She knew he was a handsome and sexy man. She'd seen Heather checking him out enough times.

She certainly knew he was a generous and enthusiastic lover. She realized she would be proud to see him satisfy another woman. Especially one as sexy as Heather. The thought of their two beautiful bodies going at it thrilled Tara.

She thought about how proud she would be of her husband giving Heather a thorough fucking. How exciting it would be to watch his big prick slamming into Heather's lean body, over and over.

Yet another climax rolled through her body as she conjured up one dirty fantasy after another. She cried out incoherently again, barely restraining herself from blurting out Heather's name.

Sam brought Tara's legs to his chest, her dainty feet not quite reaching his shoulders. He thought about Heather's long legs and knew her long, narrow feet, with the brightly painted toenails would be alongside his face.

Sam was visualizing Heather's slender feet next to his face, and imagining her response if he were to suck a slender toe into his mouth while he fucked her. He knew in his heart that she would love it. She would love anything that added stimulation to her body.

He realized that he had veered away from his attempts to think non-sexual thoughts, his errant thoughts of the sexy woman next door along with his beautiful wife's contracting pussy and her clasping fingers were working on him. He could feel the sensations in his balls that told him the end was near.

Tara could feel how wet she was. Her fingers were quickly drenched by her own juices as she massaged her lips and her husband's hard, plunging dick. In her oversexed mind she knew that Heather would want to taste her wetness.

She brought her hand to her mouth and began to clean her fingers off with her tongue. She could taste herself and wondered about Heather.

Would Heather enjoy her flavor, her scent, as much as Sam did? Would she groan deep in her chest as she enjoyed it?

Tara's mind flashed back to Heather sitting on her face. What would she taste like? What would her pussy look like? Would she have thin dainty labia because she was thin? Would her clit protrude and beg to be sucked? Would she passively allow Tara to work her lips with her tongue? Or would she grind her snatch in Tara's face as she climaxed, like Tara did to Sam?

Sam continued to fuck his wife as he watched her licking her own juices from her fingers. The way she was lapping between the digits was very similar to a person eating pussy! What was going on in her head? Sam wondered.

Was she just doing that to turn him on? Was she actually fantasizing about eating a woman out? If so, then who?

Naturally his mind went to Heather. Sam had witnessed Heather and Tara together before, and at times Heather had seemed as flirty with Tara as she was with him.

Could Tara be falling under Heather's spell too? Would Tara want to have sex with her? Tara had never shown any interest in other women before, but as Sam watched his wife sucking and licking her fingers, it was all he could think about.

Soon he was outright imagining the possibilities, the various things that could happen between a man and two women.

As he was still fucking Tara, and she was licking girl cum from her fingers, he imagined how crazy it would be if Heather was actually sitting on Tara's face just then.

He realized that he would be face to face with Heather, and they could see the pleasure in each other's eyes.

Suddenly, in his minds eye, Heather leaned towards him, and in a lust filled voice said "Kiss me Sam. Kiss me while I fuck Tara's face!"

And that was all it took, Sam erupted. He had been holding off, but that fantasy had him shooting rope after rope of his hot cum deep into his wife as he let out a roar.

Tara hit yet another peak as she felt her husband swelling and then unloading into her as she licked her fingers, pretending they were Heather's wet pussy.

Sam leaned forward, bending Tara in half, and kept pumping his hips, before pushing in as deep as he could and let out another roar as his balls emptied their sticky jizz into his cumming wife.

Tara felt her husband's prick swell and pulse as she felt his hot jizz shooting into her depths. She instinctively knew Sam would not be able to restrain himself from cumming in Heather. He would not have that kind of willpower. He would fill her up given the chance.

As Sam deflated and slipped out of his wife, he rolled to his side. Tara wondered what Sam and Heather would taste like combined, as Sam wondered what it would be like to watch Tara and Heather together.

Tara and Sam kept their fantasies to themselves as they caught their breath. They lay side by side, trying to let their imagination come under control along with their heart rate.

Except Tara, regardless of her plan to get it all out of her system, had other ideas.

How could she make it happen, for real?

To be continued, obviously ;->

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