The Weekend Guest Ch. 01

She smiled shyly, "I know, I surprised myself. I'm so pleased you liked it."

"So have you done it again, or taken it further?" I asked eagerly.

She shook her head, "no, partly because it's been winter and it's more difficult to wear skimpy clothes, but also because we're not sure how to progress it."

There was a pause and then John emitted a small cough, "that's kind of why we invited you down. We thought maybe if you were here, that would give us the impetus to do it again."

"Oh yes! That'd be fun, Paula and me flashing ourselves. I can't wait, I brought lots of outfits we might use, just in case. Why don't we practice now? Paula you put on your best flashing outfit and I'll get on one of my slutty ones and we can test out how best to expose ourselves with John."

Before Paula could respond John blurted, "oh great idea!"

Paula and I jogged upstairs giggling. As I went in to the bedroom they had given me I called out to her, "remember now, no knickers."

I quickly stripped off. It was such a relief to get my bra off. I rubbed my breasts to soothe them while I rummaged through my bag. Given that I was desperate to be fucked, this was no time for subtlety. I put on a T-shirt I had cropped for Alex's pleasure so that it ended just below my nipples. The bottom half of my tits poked beneath its rough hem. I decided on a very short, tight checked skirt that ended just below my arse cheeks. I obviously eschewed any underwear. I put my trainers on and went outside.

Paula emerged from her room and raised her eyebrows at me. She was wearing a very light summer dress with a short, flared skirt and buttons down the front. She had undone several of the top ones, so a good deal of her upper chest was exposed, but you couldn't make out her breasts. Whereas I was obvious and blatant sex, Paula had a classier appeal about her. I didn't mind, I was happy to play that role for the weekend. "Wow Dawn. Tell me you haven't worn that outfit out anywhere."

"No, but if you want me to..."

"I think you'd be arrested or fucked within minutes. You look like a...a..."

"Slut?" I volunteered. "Do you think John will approve"

She laughed, "he'll probably come in his pants as soon as he sees you."

"Oh, I hope not, that would be a waste."

She looked at me as we went down the stairs, as she mused over what I had said.

"Okay John," I called. "You mustn't say anything, just act normal."

He couldn't stop himself emitting a long whistle though as we entered the room. He struggled to satisfy his need to look at us in detail simultaneously. One second he was fixated on my bouncing breasts as they jiggled beneath their flimsy covering, then he was looking at Paula's skirt swishing to reveal her lovely long legs. Then he switched to my crotch, hoping to catch a sight of my bush. I felt a sudden pang of regret that maybe I was taking too much of the attention and this would hurt Paula or put her off. She had obviously anticipated though, and took charge. She told me to sit down while she got the dessert out. I sat opposite John, but behind me was the fridge. His attention was pulled away from my tits by the sight of Paula bending over from the waist to retrieve a dish from the fridge. Her skirt rose up and stopped just at the bottom of her buttocks. She had such well defined, shapely legs that I felt dumpy in comparison.

She brought a tray back and asked me, "tart?"

I giggled, "yes, rather." As she served me up some of the lemon tart she bent over and her dress fell forward. Now John and I could see down her dress and her small, firm tits were fully exposed. Her nipples were erect and I remembered how this made them pointed and drew the whole breast upward. John was mesmerised by this sight, even though he saw them every night anyway. He had forgotten I was there momentarily.

Realising we were playing a game for his attention, I struck the next blow by feigning a yawn. I stretched my arms up high and pushed my chest forward. My T-shirt rose up over my nipples which pointed directly at John. He dropped his spoon into his bowl with a clatter which caused me to bring my arms down.

Paula gave me a smirk. Inspired by John's action I dropped my spoon on the floor. I then slide off the chair to get it and of course bent over with my arse directed at them. My miniscule skirt only covered about half of my bum when I did this, and my t-shirt fell forwards as my boobs dangled free. When I came back up I was flushed from bending over but also from excitement. John's eyes were bulging and he was sweating. I made an obvious scrutiny of his crotch and noticed the large tent protruding up.

Paula coughed as if to remind us she was there and then crossed her legs. She had undone three of the bottom buttons on her dress, so it split apart. Her long leg dangled next to me. A button sat just on top of her pussy, so I could just see the very bottom of her pubic hair, which was a light, syrupy brown colour. I wanted to reach out and touch it then, but I figured I needed to carry on the game for just a little longer. During this time none of us had spoken, so when I did my voice sounded lonely in the sexually charged atmosphere.

"I think you've got some tart on your skirt," I croaked. I reached down and pretended to rub something of the side of her skirt. This pulled it up, completely exposing the neat triangle of her bush. I could see the slit of her vagina, and I think I could detect some moisture glistening there. I stopped my attentions to her skirt but left it bunched up so she was exposed.

"Thank you," she said dryly. She knew where this was going now. She dipped a napkin in her wine and said, "I think you have a stain on your t-shirt. Let me get it off."

She rubbed the soaking napkin on my left breast, groping it as she did so. The T-shirt was soon sopping wet and see-through. The material clung to my very erect nipple. Having Paula touch my breast was more than I could stand, and I gripped Paula's hand and guided it down to my pussy, as I opened my legs. She hesitated for a moment. This was the line she had to cross and she knew it. Once she did she knew where it would lead. So I couldn't begrudge her a moment's pause, but I was so horny I was desperate. I pulled her hand towards me, and she rested her fingers on my crotch. Just that contact sent a judder along my spine. Then she slipped just the tip of her finger into my very moist pussy and slid it down the length of my slit. I quivered as the pent up anticipation of this moment was released.

"Oh Paula," I moaned.

She smiled as she continued to lightly stroke my pussy lips. I was aware that John was standing next to me now. He tentatively placed a hand on my right breast and gently moulded it beneath his fingers. I gripped his cock through his trousers and rubbed it hard. I pulled Paula's head to me and gave her a long, passionate kiss. I thought this might be the point where she pulled away, but I really wanted to kiss her. She responded with her tongue and pushed her finger deeper into my pussy. I was in ecstasy! I had hoped I might get to enjoy Paula, but even I was surprised at how quickly we had gotten there.

I pulled away from our kiss as John had now taken his prick out of his trousers and placed it in my hand. It was so hot and urgent. I looked down at it and stroked my hand underneath it.

"Look Paula," I teased, "a cock."

"Oh yes," she said playfully, "it looks quite hard."

"It is. I think it wants to fuck me. What do you think?"

"Yes, your pussy certainly feels all wet. You like cock don't you Dawn?"

"Oh, Paula, I love it! Although I have to be honest, I like pussy as well. I'm just a greedy little girl I guess." With this I snaked my hand under her dress and stroked her pussy lips. She pulled away slightly, so I didn't push it. I guessed that keeping the humour up was a good way to keep Paula involved.

"Would you mind awfully if I fucked your husband Paula?" I asked cheekily.

"I don't mind, but to be polite you should ask him."

"Okay," I turned to John who had remained silent during our exchange. I still held his throbbing penis in my hand. "John, I am feeling really horny at the moment. Would you do me the honour of fucking me?"

"God yes," he moaned and picked me up off the chair and carried me to the sofa. I snogged him as he held me in his arms. His thumb found its way to my clit and he rubbed it mercilessly.

He dropped me onto the sofa. I hungrily unbuckled his trousers and pulled off his pants. He lifted up my tiny top and massaged my breasts. I was feeling uncontrollably aroused by this point, and even more so because Paula was sitting on her chair still, playing with herself. I pulled John down so he was sitting on the sofa. I placed my legs either side of his, with my back to him, so I was facing Paula. I tugged my little skirt up and lowered myself on to his waiting dick. I reached my hand down and gripped his shaft and guided it in to me. It was well lubricated down there so it slipped in without any resistance. I emitted a small sigh at finally having it in me, which was partly a natural reaction and also partly for Paula's benefit as I really wanted to give her a show. I rode up and down the full length of John's member.

"Oooh Paula, your husband's cock feels really good inside me. Thank you for lending him to me."

John's hands had reached around and were cupping my tits now, rolling the nipples between his fingers. He was obviously enjoying himself, as I could feel his hot breath on my back. Although I was being fucked, for me the visual stimulation of watching Paula play with herself was more arousing than the physical stimulation.

"John's been wanting to get his hands on your tits since we last met Dawn. They are a great set, not like my little ones."

"I love your tits Paula. And your arse. I wish you would come over here and let me show you."

Paula stood up and undid one more button. Her dress slipped off her smooth body and she stepped out of it. She had such a lovely tone to her body, although she was older than me, she had a lither figure and obviously worked out so there was a greater firmness to her legs and tummy. I really wanted to touch her, to feel her smooth skin.

"God John, your wife is so beautiful and sexy. How do you ever leave the house?"

Paula smiled at this compliment, it had probably been a while since John had said anything like that to her. She sat down nervously next to us. I rolled to the side, keeping John's cock inside me, so we were fucking sideways now. I was facing Paula, her deep brown eyes staring in to mine, portraying excitement, anxiety and a sense of trust as if she was saying, "you know I'm not used to this, but I want to do it, so please make it go okay for me." I found this reversal of roles, with me now being the experienced one and Paula the novice tremendously arousing and for the first time I felt my orgasm building. I pushed back against John's dick harder and he took the cue, thrusting into me with renewed vigour.

I took Paula's hand and guided it down to my pussy. "Your husband is fucking me Paula. Feel his cock inside me." I placed her hand at the entrance to my vagina so she could feel John's length going in an out of me. I then bent down and took one of her erect nipples in my mouth and licked it tenderly.

Paula was still stroking herself with her other hand. I held this in my hand, and taking her fingers we both stroked her labia. She let out a little whimper at this.

"Fuck!" John was saying, "I can't hold on much longer Dawn."

I took my mouth away from Paula's breast and said softly, "come inside me whenever you want John, don't wait for me."

With that permission he pushed me forward so I was squashed up against Paula. Our bodies were pressed together and my legs were straddling her thigh. I kissed her passionately while her husband gripped my hips and shot his load inside me. He grunted and groaned, holding me tightly and then fell back. All the time I continued kissing Paula, and she responded without any of the hesitation that had been there earlier.

John slipped out of me and rolled back on the sofa. This enabled me to rest my crotch on Paula's lap and we continued kissing while I slid two fingers up and down her pussy lips. She responded and slipped one inside me. I writhed about on her lap. I hadn't come yet as I had decided that it was Paula I wanted to give me my first orgasm that night. And I knew how I wanted it.

I cradled her neck and whispered in her ear, "I want you to lick me out Paula. Your husband's come is in there and I want you to lick it."

I laid back, so I was leaning against John. Paula wasn't sure about this and I was concerned I had gone too far, too quickly. I looked at her with wide eyes and smiled, "please."

She gave a nervous twitch of the eyebrows and then bent down towards my crotch. A tentative lick on my pussy lips told me she had made contact and this was followed by a few more testing ones, before she finally entered me with her tongue.

Her wide eyes opened up and looked up at me, over the mound of my pubic hair, seeking approval. I stroked her hair and said, "thank you Paula, that is sooo nice." John was playing with my breasts again, so I added, "if John has been keen to get hold of my tits since we met, then I've been even more desperate to get hold of you Paula. And so has Alex. He kept telling me how sexy you were. He even fucked me once, pretending it was you. If he could see us now Paula, he'd die happy. I do hope you'll fuck him one day."

This gave her courage and she was now lapping away lustily at my pussy. With her hand she now started administering pleasure to my clitoris. This was more than I could stand, particularly after the teasing we had been doing and the fucking John had given me. I knew I wasn't very far away from an orgasm now.

I pushed my hips towards her to give her encouragement. "Oh Paula, I think I'm going to come. Don't stop, that's fantastic. Can you taste John's come in me?"

She increased the rhythm of her tongue and fingers and I began to buckle. "Jesus! That's good. Please make come, please make me come," I urged her. Then I was, spurts of ecstasy flashing through me as I wriggled beneath Paula's touch and John's massaging. "Oh, yes! You two can fuck me whenever you want."

There seemed to be hands all over me, John was kissing my neck and Paula was working her magic down below. There was no escape from sensual arousal and with a howl I orgasmed with intensity, gripping Paula's hair with one hand and John's leg with the other.

Then I was spent. I withered on the sofa, my head on John's lap and my legs across Paula. I closed my eyes for a few seconds and then looked up at the smiling faces of my two friends.

"I'm such a lucky girl," I told them.

We stayed like that for a while. Then the inevitable embarrassment came as we wondered what to do next. I sat up and John fetched us some more drinks. I think the best thing to do in these situations is to talk about what you've just done and not ignore it.

"I don't know about you two," I smirked, "but that is the most fun I've had in ages."

"I certainly enjoyed it," John chuckled.

Paula remained quiet however. I looked at her, "and you Paula? Beats a night watching TV doesn't it?"

"I suppose," she said.

"What is it? Don't feel bad. It's just fun."

"It's not that." She stroked the side of her glass, "it's just, well..."

"Well, what?" I asked, concerned.

She put down her glass, "well you two got to come and I didn't."

I laughed, "oh, and there was me thinking you felt guilty. Poor Paula, how rude of us. John, your poor wife hasn't come yet and we've both happily had orgasms. Well, I think it is beholden on us to make sure she comes, not once but over and over tonight. What do you say?"

"Absolutely!" John chirruped.

Paula beamed.

"Look Paula, here's that cock again. If we stroke it I think it will get hard again. Then I think you should lie back and have a good fucking while I kiss and lick you all over. What do you say?"

"Sounds like fun to me," she said, reaching across and stroking her husband's semi-erect penis.

And that's what we did, over and over again that time, until John couldn't get it up anymore and Paula and I were tired and sore. We went to bed then, Paula asking if I didn't mind sleeping in a separate bed. I didn't as I guessed they needed some time alone and I wanted to sleep anyway.

As I drifted off to sleep I realised that I was probably in love with Paula a bit, and for me love and this kind of sex would always be bound up together. The trouble is that they may be mutually exclusive. Would I have to choose between my kind of sex and finding love? I decided I didn't care at that moment, and wondered what the remaining two days with John and Paula would hold.