Lovely Rita

by Harddaysknight

Caution: This Humor Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Romantic, Drunk/Drugged, Heterosexual, Humor, Cheating, Oral Sex, .

Desc: Humor Sex Story: A really good friend and a happy, sexy wife are rare commodities in any man's life. Will this husband unknowingly screw it all up?

Our two kids were in college and we were finally getting the opportunity to enjoy each other, one on one. Pam and I married young and our first daughter was born within a year. The second girl came along before our third anniversary. We loved our girls and devoted our lives to them, as do most parents. It wasn't until they were in colleges far away that Pam and I realized we had never been able to think only of each other, and of our selves.

Pam just celebrated her 42nd birthday and I turned 43 six months before that. Certainly we weren't too old to partake in some of the pleasures life had to offer.

Our best friends, Dave and Rita, had a remarkably similar story, except they had three kids. They had married right out of high school and started a family immediately. Their oldest two were twin girls, with a brother following within two years. Rita was now 41 and Dave was a ripe old 42.

Rita and Pam were often asked if they were sisters, and occasionally asked if they were twins because they were so similar. This was a source of many comments and more than a few jokes. Over the years they began to wear their hair in similar cuts, wear the same style and size clothes, and in general, cultivate the impression they were sisters.

This unusual desire of theirs to look like each other actually was beneficial to Pam and me. When we first met Dave and Rita fifteen years ago, Pam had been gaining weight and doing little to prevent it from getting out of hand. As we began to do more things with them, we began to get the comments from people about Rita and Pam being sisters. The problem was that everyone assumed that Pam was the older sister! Rita worked very hard at staying slim after having three kids, and it was evident.

One evening, while we were dining at a nice restaurant with Dave and Rita, Pam broke down and cried after a casual friend stopped and asked if Rita were her younger sister. It was a very emotional situation. Rita took her by the hand and led her off to the ladies room for some girl talk. When they returned to the table about ten minutes later, Pam apologized for her emotional weakness and promised it wouldn't happen again. Her attitude indicated she was serious, but I had my doubts. I knew how much it galled her to look older than Rita.

"Can you feed the kids tonight, Tom?" asked Pam.

This was three days after her mini-breakdown at the restaurant. We were getting ready for work and discussing the day's schedule.

"Sure, Pam," I answered. "No problem. Do you have to work late?"

"No, I'm going to stop at the gym Rita uses. She works out three times a week there and she's suggested I join her," revealed Pam. "You know something, Tom? If it's okay with you, I'm going to join and get into shape. I'm only 27 and shouldn't look like a freaking cow!"

"Let me phrase my thoughts very carefully," I laughed. "You are a very sexy woman, just as you are. However, if it would raise your self-esteem and make you happier if you slim down, I will be very willing to take on a little more around the house. If that includes feeding those two little monsters a few nights a week, so be it."

"Tom, you are the best husband! I really appreciate your support. I'm serious about this. You'll be reaping the benefits, too, when I look like Rita. You won't be able to keep your hands off me!"

"It isn't exactly easy right now!" I chuckled as I slid my hand inside Pam's bra and fondled her breast. "In fact, I can't imagine it being any more difficult!"

"I'll give you just ten minutes to get your hand out of there!" laughed Pam. "These babies will probably be the first things to go, you know. I'll be back to a B cup if I do lose weight. Can you live with that, Mr. Titman?"

"That is the beauty of Mr. Titman!" I replied in my best attempt at a baritone. "Mr. Titman loves all tits, regardless of size, color, nipple type, or religious affiliation. He has never met a tit he didn't like!"

"I have to believe that!" grinned Pam. "I've seen how you always try to look down women's tops every chance you get. You're such a lecher."

"Is that wrong? Should Mr. Titman not be doing that? When he stops, he'll be known as Mr. Deadman," I whined.

"Just try to not be too obvious, fella, and don't forget what tits own Titman's ass, and are the only tits Mr. Titman can fondle and feed from!" answered Pam with a smile.

"Never fear, sweet lady. It is a little known secret that Mr. Titman derives his nourishment, incredible horniness, and tit watching ability from a very lovely and unique set of boobs, which just happen to be attached to your frame," I stated as I pinched Pam's nipple and drew a moan from her.

Mr. Titman was late to work that day, but very well laid!

Pam was true to her word. Within six months she had dropped weight and firmed up nicely. She and Rita became great friends in the process. It simply cemented the friendship that we had with Dave and Rita. We pretty much spent the next 15 years raising our kids and getting together with Dave and Rita whenever we could.

It was over the term of our friendship that Pam and Rita tastes evolved into similar clothes, hair, perfumes, etc. They delighted in looking alike, which was considerably younger than their years. Also as promised, I was a true beneficiary of Pam's new look. She was happy and confident. If I didn't initiate sex every couple of nights, she'd be all over me, insisting that Mr. Titman keep his strength and virility well nourished. I really think that our two daughters turned out so well because Pam and I demonstrated our love for each other in so many ways. Raising our kids was a wonderful experience, but now we were enjoying each other.

We used to get together with Dave and Rita and their kids at a lake cabin every summer. It was more than either of us could afford, so both families went in on it together and bought it. We'd fish, swim, boat, barbeque, and just have a great time. When the girls got into their teens, we had to beat the boys back with sticks. Put four pretty girls in skimpy swimsuits on a lake and the damn boys will come out like woodchucks! I don't know where they came from. The times Dave and I went up to the lake alone to fish, we never saw a single kid. Bring a girl or two, or four, and we were swarmed. It was a source of a lot of teasing and laughter for both families.

I also noticed that the male population didn't exactly ignore Pam and Rita. A couple of times Pam and Rita went up to the lake ahead of Dave and me. When we pulled in, there were a couple of the men from other cabins on the lake helping our wives with opening the shutters, turning on the plumbing, or digging the boats out of storage. Pam and Rita would just look at Dave and me and shrug their shoulders. That, too, became fodder for quite a few comments.

"Pam and I will go up to the lake early Friday and get everything opened and ready," stated Rita one Wednesday evening as we all sat around having a drink.

"Why would you want to do that?" asked Dave. "Tom and I will be off work early enough to drive up. We'll get there in plenty of time. There's no advantage in you girls leaving early."

"It's just that you two guys aren't getting any younger and I thought we'd save you all the trouble of opening everything up and getting the boats out," Rita replied.

"That hurt!" groaned Dave. "It isn't any easy job for a couple of little girls, either. I wouldn't feel right having you two do all that work."

"Actually, Pam and I picked up a couple new swim suits today. I don't think we'll actually have to do much heavy lifting or anything, unless you count our asses," added Rita.

"I really don't think very many men would feel that your asses constitute heavy lifting," I joined in. "Has anyone suggested otherwise?"

"Not yet!" laughed Rita. "Just think about what I'm saying. Pam and I picked up a couple of rather immodest suits to wear. The kids are gone and we thought we'd be a little more daring while we still have the figures for it. I'm quite sure we can get the cabin open quite easily with our new suits on."

"You little tramps!" yelped Dave. "You're thinking of parading around nearly nude to entice all the horny men at the lake to do all the heavy lifting. You're willing to sacrifice your modesty to save your husbands all that toil. I like it!"

"Are you part of this conspiracy, too, Pam, or is this some sick fantasy of Rita's?" I asked.

"It isn't sick! We just thought it would be fun to see what reaction we'd get if we floundered around helplessly, trying to get all the chores done in the tiny little pieces of cloth we bought today," Pam responded. "Think of all the work it would save you. Those men would be well rewarded just by spending some time with a couple of 'hot wives', but that's all it would be. You always tell me that most men are quite happy to help a woman for a smile, or a nice word. Doesn't it follow that the smile or kind word from the lips of two women in skimpy swimsuits would be make them very happy?"

"I think Dave and I should have the suits modeled for us first to determine if this abuse of tit power will be allowed!" I declared.

"Do I get the feeling that Mr. Titman is getting a little jealous after spending the past 40 years trying to see every set of tits he came into contact with?" chided Pam. "You can see our suits when you get there, but be warned that it would not be wise for you to be too late. We're just a couple of little girls and those neighborhood men are so big and strong!"

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