Chapter 1

"Yes Steve, just a little more baby!"

I curled my toes as I felt his tongue slide across my clit. He would move around it slowly, making me want to grab him by the head and force his face into my pussy. Suddenly, he changed tactics, moving it lightly and quickly across my sensitive bud. The sensation was so overwhelming I felt like I was losing my mind.

"There, keep doing that, please!" I begged. I could feel my legs beginning to shake as he brought me to yet another orgasm. "Yes!"

I could hear my high-pitched whine. I hated it when my voice sounded like that, but luckily my husband was the only one who had ever been able to make that happen. He would just have to live with it.

"Ok, stop," I pleaded as my body became too sensitive for him to continue. "Will you just get back up here and fuck me?" I asked, sarcastically.

"Well, I don't know," he teased. "Maybe if you ask nicely."

I slid out from under his body and shoved him hard onto the bed. He rolled over, causing his erection to bob up and down comically. I giggled at the sight, then leaned forward giving him a nice, slow lick from the base of his prick to the tip. He slid to the side when my tongue grazed the tip. He was probably as sensitive as I was at this point. We had been going at it for almost an hour and I didn't have much left.

I kissed the shaft with my lips apart, letting them close slowly and occasionally darting my tongue out, trying to push him the way he had done for me. I put one hand under his erection, then began moving my head back and forth, dragging my wet lips across the surface, bringing soft words of encouragement from him. Finally, I moved my mouth away from him, getting on the bed with my knees straddling his legs.

I sat down on the underside of his prick, letting the shaft sink between my outer lips, and began sliding my body back and forth. I loved the sensation of him against me, but unable to enter me. From his moans, I guessed he felt the same. My hips moved faster, seeming to have a mind of their own. When Steve couldn't control the movement of his hips anymore, I slowed, wanting him to cum inside me.

"Your choice, stud... top or bottom?" I asked with mock seriousness.

"This is just fine, sexy," he responded echoing my tone. "Can I please actually get inside you now?"

"Well, if you ask nicely... " He cut me off by sliding down and lining up his prick with my pussy and easing himself in before I could react.

"Ahhh," I moaned, feeling it slide between my inner lips.

As he continued to push deeper, I leaned back, feeling it sliding deeply inside me. I slid my body in the same direction as before, the angle of his cock causing wonderful friction that felt like small explosions. I rocked my hips faster, feeling my body moving impossibly toward another orgasm.

Almost like he read my mind, Steve put his hands on my hips to stop me. He lifted me up a little and began arching up, plunging his prick deep inside me, moving impossibly fast. In almost no time, I could feel myself on the brink.

"That's it baby, that's it," I moaned, unable to catch my breath.

I shuddered as I came intensely, my groans escalating into a scream. Steve pulled me down against him, burying his cock all the way inside me. His hips began bucking as his own orgasm hit, but he held me tightly against his body. As his climax tapered off I could almost feel the energy leaving him until he was completely drained. We stayed locked together for several minutes until I slid off of him to catch my breath.

As we sat back, basking in the sensations we had just given each other, my mind inadvertently raced ahead to tomorrow night. Tuesday evening was going to be girl's night out with my neighbor Jackie. She and Ted, her husband, had bought the house just a few doors down from us about a year ago. It took a while for Jackie and me to get to know each other, but once we did, it was great. We went out every Tuesday and Thursday unless one of us had plans. Sometimes other women joined us, but often it was just the two of us.

I admired her because she was so different from me. She was strong, self-confident, adventurous and had a sexy side that I could only dream of. My admiration had encouraged her to push me to be more like her. She told me how desirable I was to men and how I should change the way I dress to drive them crazy. She encouraged me to have adventures with her that I could never tell Steve about. I never did anything bad, mostly dancing and flirting. I would never hurt a man as wonderful as my husband, but we did get a little crazy at clubs and parties.

Steve didn't like Jackie or Ted and tried to avoid both of them. He could be so conservative sometimes that he just didn't see how alive they were. He tried to discourage me from spending time with Jackie, but I found ways to get around it without upsetting him. I love him more than anything and didn't want to put a wedge between us, but I also needed some time for me. I tried to compromise by only seeing her a couple days a week, doing it when he would be busy anyway. If he had the night off, I always told her that we'd get together another night.

Lately, Jackie and I had been talking about our love lives. You know how it is with friends, she'd tell me how great Ted was at going down on her, I'd tell her that Steve does it better. She bragged about how big her husband was; I'd tell her how great Steve could fuck. We always tried to outdo each other. Tonight would make a great debate because it was incredible. My husband had outdone himself. I think I came four times. As I drifted off to sleep, I couldn't wait to tell Jackie. I definitely had the best of everything.

"... Big deal, Ted can get me to cum as many times as he wants," Jackie said, intentionally trying to annoy me.

"Yeah, and he's got a fourteen inch penis and can cum six times in a row without going soft. I know, I've heard it all before," I said, teasing her.

"I never said any of that and you know it. Ok, maybe I brag on him a little too much, but I haven't said anything that's not true. He's an incredible fuck. I'm sure Steve is good like you say, but he's not Ted. It's not just that he's really big. He has incredible stamina and knows exactly how to get me off. He's a man in every sense of the word. You wouldn't believe what he can do to me. I guarantee he'll give me four orgasms tonight if I ask him to."

She really began to get under my skin. "I'd put money on it but I couldn't prove you weren't faking."

Jackie smiled, "Well, I could offer to take a lie detector test if you'd like. Other than that, you'd have to take my word for it."

I laughed and told her that I'd never be able to believe her. That's when she made an offer that floored me, "Well, you could try him yourself."

I was stunned, "Jackie! Are you serious? I would never cheat on Steve, how could you even think that?"

I really felt hurt that she could think I was that shallow. My husband was the best thing that had happened in my life and it was inconceivable that someone would even think I would do something like that.

Jackie looked hurt. "I was just teasing. You're the one who said you wouldn't believe me, even if I told you. I would never suggest you should do anything to hurt Steve. I know how much you love him."

Suddenly I felt really bad. We had been teasing each other and I jumped to the conclusion that she was serious. It was silly; of course she hadn't meant it. "I'm sorry. I guess all the bragging made me a little defensive. Steve really is an amazing lover and even though I like to joke with you, it kind of bothers me that I can't prove it I guess."

"Don't worry about it, that's part of the fun, wondering 'what if'. I'm sure Steve is just as wonderful as you say, but you better believe that Ted is too. He's so wide I can't even get my hand around it. If you've never been with someone built like him, you wouldn't believe what a difference it makes." She paused for a second and seemed to consider something. "You know, you can check it out if you want."

I turned beet red, "Oh stop it. I can just see that conversation, 'By the way Steve, Jackie's husband showed me his cock and it's really big'. You are trying to get me in the doghouse for life."

"That's not what I meant, silly. Ted's going to be home in a little while. When he gets here, you can hide on the back porch. I'll pull him into the bedroom and you can listen. I know it's not proof, but I promise not to fake anything. It would be our little secret. You just have to get out of here when we finish. I don't want to have that conversation with him either."

I sat back, completely shocked. There's no way I could do something like that, could I? Listening in on someone else making love was so sneaky and dirty. At the same time, it was exciting, especially considering the number of beers I had already put away while we had been talking. I thought about saying no, Steve would be furious if he found out. Then I thought about all of Jackie's descriptions of her husband and his prowess. I hadn't had many lovers before Steve and he was easily the best. Could she be telling the truth about Ted?

In the end, my curiosity won out. "When is he going to get home?" It was about forty-five minutes later when we heard Ted's car pull in the driveway. Quickly, I slipped out the sliding glass door and hid where he couldn't see me unless he came outside. I had no idea what I'd say if he caught me standing on his porch like some peeping Tom. The potential for embarrassment made me nervous, but all I could do was hope Jackie could do her part. Although I still had a lot of misgivings about what we were doing, it seemed harmless. After all, I wasn't going to do anything. I just wanted to listen.

The door was open about an inch, so I could hear them talking. Jackie told him how horny she was and that she wanted him to fuck her now. I waited for a minute and then peered around the edge of the doorway. They were gone so I snuck in quietly. As I walked through their kitchen, I could feel my heart beating so fast that I started feeling dizzy (or I wondered if it could have been from the excitement?). I tried to walk as quietly as possible, but each step I took sounded like a gunshot in my head. The thought that Ted might realize he had forgotten something and would suddenly walk back into the kitchen, made my skin tingle with fear.

I turned into the hallway and saw their bedroom door. Every step felt like that dream where you are walking in quicksand. There were a couple of times that I couldn't make my legs move. I tried not to breathe as I got closer, afraid that anything I did would cause them to hear me and I'd be in an incredible amount of trouble. I thought briefly about Ted being angry and calling Steve. It made me panic and I turned to leave when I heard something from beyond the door that caught my attention. Cautiously, I crept the last few steps and listened.

The sounds of their kissing drifted into the hallway. I noticed that Ted had left the door open a couple of inches, but didn't try to peek. Part of me didn't want to violate their privacy, at least any more than Jackie had already agreed to. I laughed to myself as I thought about poor Ted and how he didn't realize he was performing for an audience.

I leaned against the doorframe and listened to my friend moan as she enjoyed whatever her husband was doing to her. My eyes wandered for a moment and I realized with surprise that I could see the large mirror that faced their bed. I couldn't see much, but they were standing with Ted's back to the mirror. I felt like I was in a trance and couldn't stop myself from staring. He was nuzzling her neck and I could see the look of bliss on her face, just over his shoulder.

Ted was over six feet tall, weighing around two hundred and fifteen pounds. He was a fitness instructor and seeing him without his shirt at a neighborhood barbeque had all the wives in an uproar. No wonder none of the husbands really liked him. How could a guy not be jealous? It would have been the same thing as if a swimsuit model had moved into the neighborhood. None of the wives would be happy with their husbands gawking at the picture of womanly perfection.

I looked closer and could see that he had picked her up and was holding her in the air as he kissed and bit at her neck. Steve was strong, but holding me up like a rag doll while we made out was definitely not something we had ever tried. I watched in shock as I saw my hand reach forward as if it was moving of it's own volition. It carefully pushed the door open another couple of inches allowing me to see everything in the mirror.

Ted roughly dropped Jackie on the bed and yanked her shorts off. She gave a naughty laugh as she sat up and started undoing his pants. He didn't move as she worked them down his toned legs. He stood in front of her in silk boxers and she reached in through the opening to pull out his prick. She didn't bother removing them, she just grabbed his cock at the base and put her mouth over the head, immediately taking in several inches. Within seconds she was bobbing her head up and down quickly, occasionally letting him slip out of her mouth with a loud 'pop'.

He was standing at the edge of the bed and Jackie was sitting on it, leaning into him. They had moved a little and now I could see both of them clearly. I had never seen a woman give head before and found it fascinating. Her lips stretched wide, trying to accommodate his width. From what I could see, he was about the same length as Steve, but much bigger around. His light brown shaft continued to slide between her red lips. Every time he pulled back, I could see her spit coating his shaft. I had the same out of control feeling as before and realized I was squeezing my breast through my blouse.

I didn't have time to consider what I was doing because Ted pulled his cock out of Jackie's mouth, then pushed her back onto the bed. She lay still, accepting his non-verbal commands. He picked up her legs high, and brought his face close to her sex. He leaned in and began running his tongue up and down her outer labia. His technique didn't have the same kind of sensitivity that Steve used with me. Steve used oral sex like a maestro, leading me through highs and lows, constantly keeping me on the edge of an orgasm. Ted seemed to be rushing; apparently concerned more with getting Jackie ready for what was coming next.

He began thrusting his tongue between her lips, deeply into her pussy almost like he was fucking her with it. She was writhing on the bed as he abruptly moved to her clit. I couldn't see what he was doing, but the way he was moving his head quickly made me think it was some kind of combination of sucking and soft biting. Whatever he was doing worked because Jackie's breathing quickened and she began moaning loudly. For several minutes he moved back and forth between the two sensitive spots, making her moans get louder. I watched her hips move up and down on the bed, urging him to get her to the next level.

As she came with a yell, Ted moved up her body and slipped his cock inside her. The bucking of her hips forced him inside her fast and she yelped in a mixture of pain and pleasure. He buried himself all the way inside her in just a few thrusts, all before she ever had a chance to finish her first orgasm. I again was surprised to find that my left hand was still massaging my breast, while my right hand was now rubbing my crotch through my jeans. As I watched Ted's body crash into Jackie's over and over, my arousal overcame my fear of being discovered and I undid the top button, then slipped my hand inside my jeans.

I moaned, trying to be quiet, as my fingers slipped under the waistband of my panties. I could feel my pubic hair, trimmed but still coarse. My hand slipped lower until my middle finger grazed my clit. I resisted the urge to scream as the wave of pleasure made my entire body quiver. My fingers moved still lower, until I was able to slip the tip of my middle finger into my drenched pussy. I slid my hand up, letting the finger drag against my clit, then slid back down pushing it even further inside me.

By the time Jackie screamed out in her second orgasm, my own hit me. I stumbled back and leaned against the wall, afraid my legs were going to give out. I had never felt anything like the sensation. It was like a surge of adrenaline followed by the exhaustion of running a long race. I slid slowly to the floor, my body still heaving from the exertion. I dreamily took in my surroundings, then suddenly came to my senses. I quietly stood and straightened my clothes. I checked the hallway mirror to make sure I didn't look as slutty as I felt, then moved toward the front door without another glance at the bedroom. I was afraid to look again, fearing what might happen.

I started walking home in the warm summer night. There was no moon, but the lights from the houses gave a surreal feeling to accompany my mood. I could steel feel my panties sticking to my pussy as I walked along the sidewalk. My mind was racing with conflicting thoughts. I couldn't understand why what I had seen had affected me so much. I've always had great sex with Steve, but what I had seen made me so excited that it left me empty and rung out.

Was there something wrong with me? While I understood how exciting the scene was, I couldn't understand my extreme reaction to it. I couldn't stop myself from masturbating to an orgasm in my friend's house while watching them. Nothing like that had ever happened before. I didn't have time to analyze it further, as walked up the driveway to our house. The only thing I could think of was my need to quench the desire that still was burning inside me, despite my fatigue. I thought Steve might be able to make me cum again just by touching me.

I walked up the stairs, feeling the heat between my legs growing as I anticipated another great night with my husband. I was intent on getting Steve to make love to me. It was already after 10:00, but I knew he'd still be up. I was ready to give him a night he'd never forget. When I got to the room, he was laying there watching TV.

I ran into the room and jumped on the bed, feeling out of control. "Hey lover, want to play?" I asked, ready to rip his clothes off. I took his hand and put it up to my breast, hoping he could somehow feel the excitement surging through my body.

"I would have loved to have played, three hours ago," he said bitterly.

It was like having a bucket of cold water thrown on me. It wasn't what he said, it was the tone he used. He was angry with me and wasn't afraid to let me know.

I tried to defend myself and even apologized, but he obviously wasn't going to be in the mood to listen. Eventually he turned off the TV and we both laid in bed, pretending to be asleep. I could tell by his breathing he wasn't. As I replayed the events of the night in my mind, the enthusiasm of what happened at Jackie's drained away and was replaced with an empty feeling. I had wanted to share my excitement with him, but without being able to, I just felt dirty about what I had done. I promised myself that I'd make it up to him as soon as possible.

The next day, while I sat at work getting very little done, I thought about my desire to make up with Steve. I wanted him to stop being angry with me, but I also needed to make up for my behavior at Jackie's, even if he didn't know about it. The thought of telling him crossed my mind for about a second, but I knew it would end with a terrible fight. I decided to handle it myself by not going back to Jackie's, at least for now. It was time to take care of my husband.

The only problem was, I couldn't get the image of Ted out of my mind. How strong and handsome he was, how dominating he had been, or how big his cock really was. I didn't doubt any of Jackie's orgasms. It surprised me that she had been able to walk the next day. Even as I thought about ways I could surprise Steve, I couldn't shake the memory of last night or the discomfort it still caused me. I wasn't sure if I felt awkward because I was embarrassed about my behavior or if it was something else.

I left work early and had Steve's favorite meal waiting for him when he got home at six o'clock. I could tell he was still in a bad mood, so I didn't try to seduce him like I had hoped. I just sat with him talking quietly, making sure he knew there wasn't anywhere I'd rather be.

It took a couple more days for things to get back to normal between us. Friday night, we finally made love. It wasn't romance and fireworks, but it felt good to have him inside me again. As I was falling asleep afterward, a memory from Tuesday came unbidden to my mind. The image of Ted pushing himself into Jackie as she screamed in ecstasy kept me locked in my half-awake state. As the scene played out in my mind, my hand instinctively went to my pussy and I began touching myself.

I still hadn't fully realized what I was doing or that Steve might not be asleep yet. When I finally was awake enough to think about what I was doing, I was too far gone to stop. I tried to keep from making any sound as I brought myself to an orgasm far more quickly and stronger than the one I enjoyed with my husband a little earlier. Afterwards, I settled into an uneasy sleep, thoughts of what was happening to me haunting my dreams.

When Jackie invited me back the following Thursday, I politely declined. I couldn't seem to get my emotions under control. Part of me felt unsure of myself because everything seemed upside down. I was embarrassed and excited at the same time and didn't know how to deal with it. I had always been a good girl and these feelings were foreign to me. Another week didn't make much difference, except that I seemed to be thinking about the scene in my neighbor's bedroom even more.

The next week, Jackie repeated her invitation. I tried not to sound too excited when I said yes, not wanting her to think I expected a repeat of last time, although secretly I was hoping she would offer. It made me feel dirty, but incredibly excited as well. I wondered if this was what being an addict felt like. I wanted to see them so badly that I began masturbating when Steve wasn't around. It made me wonder what had come alive in me, and if I'd be able to get it under control again.

I got to Jackie's house around seven and we caught up on the last two weeks worth of gossip. The topic eventually steered back around to my last visit, and I sheepishly admitted how it had affected me.

"I'm not saying that Steve isn't a better lover, but watching you two was incredible."

She smiled knowingly, "I could tell you were enjoying yourself." Seeing my look of confusion, she chided, "You know a mirror works both ways, right?"

I blushed, feeling completely humiliated that she had seen me behave like that. "Oh Jackie, I'm sorry, I just got carried away." I tried to think of something to say, but couldn't imagine any words that would make me look like less of a slut.

"Hey, I'm not mad. I take it as a compliment that watching us made you that hot. The only thing I wish is that I could have told Ted. I had one of the best orgasms I've ever had thinking about you watching us. It was incredibly erotic."

I was relieved that she wasn't upset or thought I was acting like a silly teenager. Slowly, I told her about the things I'd been thinking about for the past couple of weeks, and how it had been affecting my sex life as well.

"That's only natural Terry. Any time you experiment with something sexual, it's going to spill over into the rest of your life. Ted and I have tried a lot of stuff to keep our marriage fresh, and whether it's looking at movies, reading stories, role playing, or even using toys, it has always made everything else seem more exciting."

I felt embarrassed again, "Sometimes I feel like such a rube. Steve and I have never done any of that. Sex is great, so neither of us has tried anything wild to spice it up."

Jackie looked at me with compassion. "A lot of people don't experiment, or at least until much later in their marriage. It doesn't make you a 'rube'. I think Steve would get the same kind of high you're on right now if you could get him to try some of the things we've done. I can lend you some 'items' that aren't too outrageous if you want to give them a try."

I promised to think about it, but wasn't sure how to broach the subject with Steve. There was no doubt that I wanted him to feel the way I had for the last couple of weeks. I was already happy in our marriage, but these feelings were definitely something that I had never anticipated. If he only felt half as excited as I did, it would still be incredible for us.

"Well, Ted gets off work a little early tonight, so if you'd like a second chance to see us in action, I think I can arrange something." She gave me a knowing wink as I felt my stomach turn in anticipation of seeing them in action again.

The mixed feelings came back to me immediately. Why did something so nasty make me so aroused? Even as I felt myself getting turned on at the thought, I felt the recriminations of my conscience. Part of it was that I didn't want to do anything that would make Steve upset. Part of it was some voice inside me saying that it was wrong. The third voice (the one making my pussy wet) won out.

"Well, I guess it wouldn't hurt to do it one more time," I said with a smile.

When Ted got home around nine, I went out to my hiding place on the porch again. After five or ten minutes, I went in and quietly crept to their room. The door was open about six inches and I had a great view of them already getting out of their clothes. Jackie was wearing red silk panties with white lace trim. She had a matching bra, but Ted had pushed it up so that her breasts were exposed. He was mauling them both, leaving marks as he roughly squeezed.

Jackie seemed to be enjoying his aggressiveness as she sat down on the bed, allowing him to force her mouth over his exposed prick. I watched in awe as she took him in her mouth and in three tries slid her lips down his shaft until they reached his pubic hair. I had never deep-throated Steve. He was about the same length as Ted, but not nearly as wide. I made a mental note to ask how she did that later.

Ted seemed to be possessed; he grabbed her head and began thrusting between her lips. The way he used her was so dirty, it turned me on for a reason that I couldn't begin to fathom. I could feel the wetness seeping into my panties. I had worn a skirt today in case I had another chance to watch them. My hand slid down between my breasts, then slowly I reached under my skirt and moved up my thigh to my damp underwear.

As I watched Ted push his wife away and thrust his fingers down the front of her panties, I matched his movements. I felt my fingers brush my clit, then move lower, my middle finger slipping past my labia and sinking inside of me. I groaned as it went in, feeling the pleasure course through me. My other hand moved to my buttons, trying to free my breasts. By the time I started pinching my nipples, Ted had moved his mouth to Jackie's pussy. I watched him use long, leisurely strokes with his tongue, making her squirm with pleasure as I added a second finger to my own pussy. I could feel my orgasm building as Ted inserted the tip of his index finger into Jackie's ass, causing her to moan loudly. My knees buckled as the first wave hit me causing me to bump into the wall. I stopped, hoping I hadn't alerted Ted to my presence.

As I cautiously peered back into their room, I heard Jackie's voice call out, "It's OK Terry, he knows you're here. Why don't you come in here so we can see you too?"

My mind spun as I tried to consider all the ramifications of my next move. I was trembling at the thought of going into their room for a better look, but knew it was crossing a far bigger line than I ever intended. Standing there for what seemed like an eternity, I fought the temptation to give in, not wanting to do something I couldn't live with. I realized that it was a moot point as I looked down, startled to see my fingers still buried in my pussy.

The truth was, I had already gone too far and knew I wanted more. I reached for the door handle, knowing the second I touched it, there wouldn't be any going back.

Ted's voice broke my reverie, "Come on Terry, it's no fair that you get to peak but we don't."

His logic was obviously flawed, but I used it to make myself feel better as I pushed open the door. I nervously entered the room, looking at the couple for the first time without the mirror. They were both dripping with sweat, Ted still on top of Jackie with his mouth covering her pussy. With a smile, she gestured over to a chair across from the bed. "Terry, just sit over there, you'll get a much better view."

As I obediently followed her orders, I realized that my breasts were still uncovered. Self-consciously, I held my arm up in front of them as I watched the lewd scene in front of me. I sat down in the chair and saw Ted continue to move his tongue up and down his wife's pussy. Jackie writhed on the bed and I envied the pleasure she was receiving. Without even thinking about it, my hand moved back under my skirt and I began to use two fingers to tease my clit.