Chapter 4

"Details, girlfriend! I told you I wanted details."

I laughed at the irrepressible voice on the phone. Betty Craig was one of a kind. She had introduced me to a new and delightful side of myself recently. Far from being at all jealous that I had gone from her arms to first those of my ex-husband, and then to another woman, she seemed excited.

"For a woman that only a few weeks ago was astounded at the idea of being on a date with another female, you certainly have come out of your shell, Sherry Andersen!" she exclaimed. "We'll discuss your little office experience another time, but right now I want to hear about you and Peter."

I had been regaling her with the description of catching Peter unaware in the shower and the fantastic sex we had, both in the shower and when he caught up to me in his bedroom. She had been hanging on each word, supplying eager comments that seemed to indicate she was enjoying listening as much as I was enjoying retelling the night.

"He pulled the towel off me just as I came through the doorway. His had disappeared somewhere down the hall. When he drew me in and kissed me, I threw my arms around his neck and then my legs around his waist as he grabbed my thighs. One heave up and then he just dropped me right down on his cock."

"Woooohooooooo," Betty whooped. "Is it big Sherry? Did it fill you up."

"God did it ever, Betty. Every step he took towards the bed bounced me up and down. I was pulling myself up each time so my breast rubbed over his face and then letting myself fall back on him. Peter would flick my nipple each time with his tongue. I would twist my body so each time he tongued the other breast."

The realization struck me that Betty's breathing in my ear was rapid and heavy. Her sentences were mumbled and becoming more of moans than words. In fact, I could have sworn...

"Betty! Are you, I mean are we, I mean," my voice faltered.

"Do you mean are we having phone sex, lover?" I could all but see Betty's grin. "I'm sitting at my desk with my skirt up around my hips, the phone cradled on my shoulder and my fingers between my legs. So talk to me Sherry. Tell me about Peter's cock in you. Let me imagine he's fucking me."

I was in the kitchen talking on the portable phone. As I continued my recitation I all but sprinted down the hallway to the bedroom. I flopped on my back on the bed, one hand opening my slacks and diving under my panties.

"Mmmm, you'd like him fucking you Betty. He dropped me on the bed and fell right on top of me without losing a stroke. He hooked his toes under the foot rail and proceeded to pound the hell out of me." My slacks slid down my hips and my fingers plunged inside of my pussy. "Think of him fucking me, then suddenly switching and fucking you." A strangled gasp from the other end of the phone told me she was indeed imagining it.

"Think of him slamming that big cock in you. Hard and deep. You can't talk because I'm sitting on your face. Your pussy is filled and you're filling mine with your tongue. You're trying to scream, to beg him to hammer you but you can't because you mouth in closed onto my clit. You're sucking it and fingering me and then you hear him cry out and ram all the way up inside you, the head hitting your spot. He cries out like you do and then a rush of hot cum fills your pussy and my juices pour into your mouth."

"Oh fuckkkkk," came over the phone. "My god, Sherry I'm coming."

"Me too," I groaned. And I was. Spasms ran through my body as my mind pictured Betty's fingers where mine were and her squealing into me from Peter fucking her.

A minute or two of silence was followed by a giggle, broken somewhat as Betty tried to catch her breath. "Damn you give good phone Sherry. Now I'm even more eager to see you when I get down there. Please tell me you'll find time enough to at least have dinner with me the weekend after next."

As we discussed the details of her projected visit, a thought kept returning to my mind. I wondered if somehow I could turn our phone fantasy into reality?

Over the next 10 days I continued to think about that. I spoke to Betty a of couple times but never quite could bring the subject up. I saw Peter almost every day. Several of those days I saw him first thing in the morning when I opened my eyes. Our relationship had continued to grow back together. Who would have thought after a bitter divorce that we would find ourselves so close again?

My feelings were that Betty, delightful creature that she was, would probably need no convincing at all. It was Peter I wondered about. I knew how much he had changed, but I didn't know if he had changed that much.

It was silly in a way. I never stopped to think about how much I myself had changed over just the space of six weeks. Not that I had stayed celibate since Peter and I had parted ways. But until I met Betty I had never entertained fantasies about other women. Twice in the space of a month I had made love with a woman and enjoyed it immensely. A lucky accident had reawakened Peter's and my sex life and it was at a high it had never reached during our marriage.

Still though, I wanted to have some idea that his old stuffy self wouldn't suddenly reappear if I carried out my idea. I came up with a solution. We had once or twice watched some soft porn while lazing around his condo. The night before Betty was due to arrive I slipped in a disc that contained two Male/Female/Female scenes. Then I snuggled against him and waited for the reaction.

I figured I would make my judgment based on the size of the bulge in his slacks. The first girl/guy scene was quite satisfactory. The first MFF scene began with a seduction of one woman by the other. I found I was getting quite excited and my mind was putting the faces of Betty and I or Angela and I on the actresses. In fact, I was turned on to the point I had to wrench my attention back to Peter.

Yum. His erection was really getting big. How he was keeping his hands off it I don't know. Hell, how I was keeping MY hands off it I wasn't sure, except that I had to see how he reacted as the scene went on.

I turned my eyes, one of them anyway, back to the screen. The guy had made his appearance. Like most porn stars he had a huge cock. Although appealing in itself, it ain't the size of the wand after all. He did demonstrate he was good at using it though, plunging immediately past one girl's lips into the pussy she had been licking.

Damn, that was hot. Then Peter took my hand and put it on his stiff cock. Holy cow, it was huge. Well, I hoped that had answered that question. In the meantime I hastily unzipped his slacks and pulled that hardon out. I wasn't going to waste it on my hand, so I leaned over and smothered it in my mouth.

Peter pulled my halfway into his lap while I sucked his cock. It seemed I must have already been busy myself, for his hand traveled over my ass, pulling my shorts and panties down. I must have already opened the top of my shorts without knowing it. I could already feel him swelling as my lips slid all the way down over him and locked when his balls hit my chin. His fingers slid inside my wet pussy.

We were both turned on so much that it took no time at all. He fingered me to a lovely climax, aided and abetted by the load his cock delivered down my throat.

Well, that answered THAT.

Saturday night I ushered Peter into the bedroom at my place. I told him I had a surprise, undoing the top of my short black dress. He grinned and reached for me.

"Nonononono, please." I skipped back. I took his hand and led him to the bed. I let my dress fall to my ankles, showing I had nothing on under it. His eyes widened.

"You've been like that all night? At the restaurant?"

"Yes. Like it?" his response was what I wanted. It looked like he had a flagpole between his legs. I unfasten his trousers and managed to work them and his shorts over his down his legs, while he fought his way out of his shirt. I resisted the urge to take him in my mouth once he was nude. Instead, I touched him, my fingers caressing the head. "Lay down on the bed babe, and close your eyes."

"Please, honey. No peeking," I whispered to Peter as he carefully stretched out on the bed. MY fingers continued to slide along his shaft, sinking down it length to the wrinkled ball sack. I kissed him, while I waved with my other hand to where the closet door was cracked.

Betty appeared in the corner of my eye, moving slowly and carefully. Her eyes were shinning in anticipation and she was already rubbing herself. She stood right beside me, ready for the next stage. I brought my face up from Peter's and winked at her. I couldn't resist it. I planted a quick kiss between her legs before I stood up.

In one quick motion Betty swung herself onto the bed. She knelt over Peter, facing the foot of the bed. She caught up his hands and put them on her breasts as she settled herself down on top of his face.

He responded instantly. His face turned up a bit under her and he began to lick her pussy, alternating long strokes of his tongue with quick, short jabs. Betty was already starting to bounce slightly up and down. Her hands covered his and directed the motion of his palms against her nipples. I leaned in to make sure my voice was in the right place.

"Oh yes, Peter," I took a deep audible breath, making it almost a gasp. "Please darling, eat my pussy. You sweet man, I love what you're doing." I turned my head and darted my own tongue inside Betty's ear. She stiffened even more and as I slipped away to move down the bed she mouthed "I'll get you".