Turn About is Fair Play

Sharon picked out which dildos she wanted to be used on us. She was kind, and settled on a seven inch dildo that was about an inch wide at the base and about three quarters of an inch at the tip. She also told the girls to use the little five inch dildos to warm us up.

The girl who was to "take me" walked over in front of me. She slowly put on the strap on harness right in front of my face. Before she put it on, she brought her pussy up to my face and told me to kiss it, which I gladly did. Then she put on the harness and attached the seven inch dildo. She squirted some K-Y jelly onto my hands and told me to give the dildo a hand job. Knowing how well lubricated I wanted the dildo to be I did a good job of working the jelly onto its surface.

A moment later I could feel her greasing up my ass with the K-Y jelly. Then I felt the small dildo pressing at my rectum. After a minute of just pressing the dildo head was pushed past the sphincter and moved inside me. I could feel my prostate rejoicing over the feel of the attention provided by the dildo. As I started to get used to it I heard Sharon say "Move to the big ones now, and lets see you pound their butts good!"

When the small dildo was pulled out I felt very empty. This was the calm before the storm. Then the large dildo was placed at my anal sphincter. She gently moved the tip of the unit into my ass. Then Sharon said, "give it to them!". And they did. For the next five or ten minutes our asses were reamed but good. With the good lubricant and the gentleness of the girls, Jim and I weren't really hurt. I could hear Sharon moaning as she worked over her clit while watching our balls swinging and our butts being reamed.

Sharon finally decided that we had had enough and told the girls to stop. Jim and I slowly got off the chairs. Our butts had been really reamed. "Did you guys have fun?" She asked. I fielded the question with another question; "the real question is are you having fun?".

"You bet I am! You have no idea how much I'm enjoying this. You know, after that first rate reaming, I'd like to have you two studs say thank you to the girls in a very practical way. I want you to lay down, face up, on the floor and have them kneel over you such that you can eat their pussies. In fact, I want you to each bring one of them to a full climax with your tongue. Can you girls reach a full climax with just good oral stimulation? They answered in the affirmative.

The consensus was that we work on our girls at the same time. I lay down on my back and my girl knelt down so that my mouth was at her pussy. I started in by kissing her inner thighs and around her slit, without touching her pussy lips. It was only a couple of minutes before she started to squirm and tell me that she needed my lips and tongue to start to really work, instead of just hinting. I started by sucking her outer lips into my mouth and tonguing them in my mouth, one at a time. She obviously liked that. Licking her slit came next, and finally licking her clit. I moved my mouth back and forth working her clit then her lips, then her clit......I don't know how long I had been at it when she started to rub her pussy firmly against my face. I had to time my breathing or I would have had problems. At last, with her rubbing and my licking at her clit she finally exploded in a violent orgasm. Jim's girl came just moments after mine.

Jim and I got up, went into the bathroom to wash up. When Jim and I were both cleaned up I asked Sharon what she wanted to do next. Sharon had an almost evil grin on her face. I was now a bit uneasy.

"I think I want to see you screw your girls. How does that sound girls?"

They were both o.k with that.

"But; before you start, I'm going to make things a bit tricky for you. Have you ever seen pictures of men using a two man saw? You know, each man can pull the blade, but you cannot push the blade. You are going to screw them as if you were working a two man saw."

"What say?, what are you talking about?"

"Girls, put the ball stretchers on their sacks again."

I had a bad feeling about this. Sharon got up and went over to the toys that had been taken out of the bags. There she found some elastic cord.

"O.K. guys get on your knees with your feet about three feet away from each other, facing away from each other."

It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what was to happen next.

"O.K. girls scootch into position so that they will be able to enter you pussies."

When the girls were in position, Sharon told us to enter them, but not move. She then looped the elastic cord from one parachute to the other back and forth several times making a somewhat stiff elastic spring pulling my balls toward Jim and his toward mine. She tied the cords off.

"Now, guys, you are to screw your girl but you have to follow her directions. If she wants it faster, go faster, if she wants it deeper, go deeper, if she wants you to hold one position, do it. Does everybody understand?"

We did, and she told us to start. Screwing my girl was a dream come true, except for the fact that it felt like someone was yanking on my balls. We got going faster and deeper with my girl urging me to really pump hard. I think she could see the excitement, and the pain, in my face. She sort of grinned at me and I would swear that she moved her butt a bit further away from me than it had been. The pain was now quite real, but I was about to climax. As I reached my climax Jim was reaching his. Our final pushes into our girls' pussies almost brought tears to my eyes. As we finished, Sharon told us to go get cleaned up. We did, and it was none too soon. I'm not sure how much more of that "fun" I could take.

When we got back to Sharon, she said that it was time for her to have her fun. Good, that meant that there was likely to be less pain in it for me.

"Bob, you and your girl can sit this one out! Make out, or whatever if you want."

At that, Sharon climbed onto the bed and lay down on her back with her butt up on a couple of pillows. She had Jim enter her. She had Jim's girl kneel at her head so that she could lick her slit. Jim's girl was playing with Sharon's boobs,while Jim was fondling her breasts. During this Jim was driving into Sharon like a pile-driver. It was hot to watch.

As my girl and I watched I asked her if she wanted me to do anything to her. She smiled and said that she would love to do a sixty-nine with me. I told her that I wasn't sure that I could get it up again, but that I would love to try! I lay down and she laid down on top of me. As I started out licking her slit, she started licking and sucking on my balls. Oh, did it feel good. I worked her pussy as skillfully as I could, and I'm pretty good with making pussies climax. I never did get fully hard again, but I stopped counting her climaxes after five. We were still going at it when my wife came over and told us that we should probably stop. I asked why and she said that it was five thirty in the morning, and she needed to get some sleep. Jim, and his girls cuddled up in one of the king sized beds; Sharon and I cuddled up in the other bed.

When we awoke, we all got dressed, and had room service bring up the meal that had been specified as breakfast the previous day. After a leisurely meal we said our good-byes and headed home. I had obtained the girls' phone numbers at Sharon's request (as if I needed encouragement).

********* Several Weeks Have Passed ***********

That was several weeks ago. Now I'm faced with a much bigger problem (problem Two). Sharon can't stop thinking about Jim and the girl she ate out, even while we are making love; or perhaps especially when we are making love. At the same time, I can't get my girl out of my mind. I have phoned her several times, and gotten together with her four times now. I'm sure that Sharon had been with her girl and I know she's been with her brother.

We're not as open with each other as we used to be. I think Sharon has discovered that her early, deep feelings for her brother are now magnified many times over. I know that I've been seeing my girl as "fillet mignon" compared with Sharon's "hamburger". I shouldn't feel this way. I have, without thinking, driven a wedge between Sharon and me, and I don't think that there's any glue that can fix the crack that has developed.

We're not talking divorce. We're not mad at each other. This must be something like a drug addict feels. I want to make the marriage work, but I want my "fix" with my girl. I suspect that Sharon feels similar feelings, but she's not sharing her feelings much any more. If I didn't have feelings and a conscience, this situation might be quite enjoyable. But, if I had known what this birthday present would do, I'd have definitely given her something else! As it is, I can't undo the damage I have caused. Heaven help me. Heaven help us! That may be our only hope.