Sandra was surprised as her husband burst in the door. She had no clue that he’d be there except that the war was over. Having their own airplanes helped the Army Air Corps men get home faster than the others.

Once the planes were parked the crews got leave. Most hitched rides on other Corps planes or pulled priority on trains and buses. The war had been brutal for the Eighth Air Force, losing more men over Europe than the Marines lost in both theatres.

None of that mattered now. Kissing furiously, Sandra was so glad to feel Tom’s hand cupping her breast. God, how she had missed even that, let alone what was sure to follow. There was a shadow in the doorway which cause Tom to break their clutching and introduce Wayne, his main wingman over Europe. Sandra shook his hand politely, a bit irritated that they could not be alone.

Wayne said he was glad Tom had invited him along because he had nowhere else to go and celebrate. He’d look around the neighborhood and town for a while. Sandra thanked him.

Clothes came off fast and they got reacquainted with bodies they hadn’t touched for three years. They managed two furious rounds before they heard the front door open.

Sandra sent the vets to the store for supplies as she started a dinner for three. Her crotch tingled nicely and she sang as she worked. Tom hadn’t seemed to notice anything different about her as they rutted. She’d worried a little that he could tell his was now not the only penis that had been inside her. That had been the case when he left but there had been a couple of slips in her fidelity when the hornies had gotten too intense. How about him, off in England? She daren’t ask.

The three of them talked long into the night, working their way through a bottle of bourbon that was nearly impossible to get overseas. When they gave it up to sleep she hugged Wayne tightly, a bit surprised at feeling his erection through the light cotton nightie that was her only garment.

She feigned reluctance as Tom spooned behind her and worked his cock into her still moist pussy. After they quietly climaxed, she got up to go to the bathroom. Tom was already sound asleep.

Passing through the living room to the toilet, she saw Wayne lying on the couch with his eyes open, watching her. After draining her bladder and vagina, she walked over to him and sat in a little space near his belly. His hard shaft poked her bun as she almost sat on it, perhaps what he was hoping for.

Whispering, she said, “You’re not married? [head shake] Or have a girlfriend waiting? [another head shake] You must be lonely? [head nod] Let me see if I can make you feel better.”

She reached around under the sheet and he was wearing only boxers. Getting up, she turned around and knelt by the couch. Tom had always liked this so maybe he would too. Bending over, she took the swollen mushroom pointing at her in her mouth and rubbed the shaft lightly with her fingers. It was very soon when his organ pulsed and she swallowed some rather strongly flavored cream, thinking it must have been a long time since he had release.

Leaving him, she went to the bathroom again and brushed her teeth. She stopped by the couch to give him a relatively chaste kiss. “Sleep well!’ He nodded, smiling.

Her pussy was filled again with Tom’s eager organ in the early morning and she was much less concerned with being quiet. After breakfast Wayne said he was going to the library and the spouses screwed vigorously once more.

As they lay together, temporarily sated, Tom told of the several times Wayne had saved his ass in combat and declared that he’d not be here right now if it weren’t for him.

Deciding that her husband’s savior needed more than a blow job for thanks, she thought of a plan. She kissed her husband and said she had an important question to ask him. It was not for any other reason than to know the truth. She started with, “The girls at work talked about sex a lot more than you men realize. And especially since were getting so little. There were stories that English girls would get horizontal for nylons and chocolate and other such luxuries that you flyboys would smuggle over there. Did you ever do anything like that?”

Tom looked sheepish and said softly, “A few times.” Then more boldly, “And how about you?”

Also looking a bit embarrassed, Sandra admitted she hadn’t been perfectly celibate either, but nearly so. No details from either one. With that temporarily settled, her plan went into action.

“I also want you to know that last night, after you fell asleep I felt sorry for Wayne and gave him some oral pleasure. I know he appreciated it and I was happy to do it.” She felt Tom’s erection returning against her leg. “Since we owe him so much I was thinking about giving him the best gift a girl can bestow.”

Tom was fully hard now, “You mean sleep with him? You’d do that?”

Sandra laughed, “I hope we wouldn’t sleep! Yes, I mean to fuck him!”

She got a pussy full of cock again as her response and when they calmed down Tom said, “I’ll go to the pub after dinner for a couple of hours. Will that be enough?”

Squeezing his cock with her pussy, Sandra chuckled, “I’d hope so or I’d be too worn out to take care of you too.”

Concerned, Tom asked, “Will it be OK? I mean to take his seed in there?” Sandra reassured him that her monthly was only a couple of days away.

As she was preparing dinner the men were out on the porch having a beer. They didn’t realize that the kitchen window was open and she could hear every word. Wayne said he’d called his mom to tell her he was back in the Stares. She had a message for him. He elaborated, “Do you remember that little brunette WAC from my home town that we took turns with the night in Bayfield?”

Tom chuckled, “How could I forget. She was cute and hot.”

Wayne continued, “She’s back home and found my mom and wants to get together with me when I go home.”

Tom replied, “Tell her hello from me ‘cause I know you will want to see her again.”

After dinner Tom made his departure, not letting Wayne go with him because Sandra “needed company” and he was going to catch up with folks Wayne didn’t know.

Only ten minutes after Tom left and Wayne was reading the newspaper on the couch, Sandra appeared in the sheer nightie from their wedding night. It took an “ahem” to get Wayne’s attention but he dropped the paper when he looked up.

Sandra sashayed over to him the sexiest way she could imagine. “Last night was just an appetizer. Here is the best gift Tom and I can give you. Follow me.” She took his hand and led him to the bedroom swinging her hips the way Tom liked.

Wayne was sputtering, “But ... but ... are you sure this is alright?” A hot kiss and hands pulled to her tits silenced those protests. She disrobed the nearly paralyzed man and gave his erection a quick sucking kiss. It was certainly responding appropriately. Kissing him again when he was naked, she explained, “This is why Tom left tonight as we planned. He and I have come to terms with lots of things. Just enjoy me as much as that girl in Bayfield. Yes, I overheard you earlier and I’m going to try and make some memories at least as good. So what are you waiting for, my tits need some attention. They haven’t been fondled for HOURS!”

She poured all her feelings of thankfulness and caring and lust into the next hour. Wayne’s cockhead only saw daylight when they changed positions. He wasn’t permitted to pull out while he recovered. His lover laughed, cried, moaned, and even bit him in her passion.

Tom returned to find them still in bed, his wife’s limbs wrapped around his best friend whose ass was thrusting gently. Seeing him, Sandra exclaimed, “Oh, goody! The next shift has arrived!” He retreated and got a beer on his way to the front porch. A little later, Sandra, wrapped in a thin robe, found him and sat close by.

Without looking at her, Tom said softly, “I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

How wife put her arm around him and replied, matter-of-factly, “You didn’t. It was our third time.”

Tom asked, “Did you enjoy it?”

Sandra pulled his head to face her and looked into his eyes. In an indignant tone of voice, she asked, “Didn’t you want me to? With your best friend? My body was made to enjoy almost any man so of course I did! A lot too! Feeling his hardness moving inside and his hot seed gushing out was almost as good as when you do it. Sharing his joy was an equally good part. I hope you like me all juicy with his stuff because I think it’s going to be that way a lot until he leaves. It feels good and right to have his sperm swimming alongside yours. Now I would enjoy you putting some more of yours there.”

Wayne was next to them on the double bed as she welcomed her very aroused husband into her penis-hungry maw. As they thrust their hips she took Wayne’s hand and put it on the nearest breast which he began kneading and stroking. Then she pulled his head to hers and gave him a long tongue kiss right in front of Tom who was struggling to hold back his ejaculation. That did it. He roared as his buns and thighs clenched, delivering his seed once again into his wife.

Sandra already had several orgasms and wasn’t sure if any more were possible. It didn’t matter. The pleasures of all the stimulations was enough to keep her very receptive.

Wayne was ready to mount her again so she rolled on her stomach and put a pillow under her belly. It was kind of like an anonymous copulation. She sucked and licked all the juices off Tom’s wilted tool as she was reamed from behind.

And so it went through the night, sometimes in the bed all together and sometimes separately. She banged Wayne out on the darkened porch with cars driving by. Another time she put her husband on a kitchen chair and sat on his rod, then had Wayne in front of her, playing with her body and putting his soft cock entirely in her mouth. Taking them in her ass was considered briefly but put off for another time.

When the need to pee hit them simultaneously it was “ladies first”. Sandra wanted to let her vagina drain for a bit but the guys were squirming so she motioned her husband closer. Holding his hose, she tried to aim it between her spread thighs. Not used to pissing that way she sprayed the hot stream all over her pubes. As the urine flowed over her tender clit and labia it tickled so she aimed it lower, right on her most sensitive place. That felt so good that Wayne’s bladder-full actually got her off. A quick shower and back to the play.

The next morning the housewife was up making coffee and breakfast long before her warriors could move. Sometime in the night she had realized there was a well of sexual energy inside her that was being tapped for the first time. Right after the last time her husband made her climax, when he was unable to even get another one himself, he asked her how she was doing. Her reply startled him, “If you had a couple more friends, I could enjoy them too.”

The next, and last, day and night of the aviators’ stay was subdued by comparison, but still plenty sexual. Sandra glowed from the attention as her men worshiped her from head to toe, calling her a “love goddess”. When they kissed her goodbye, she asked her husband if she had been as “good” as the WAC in England? He was startled. Wayne had not mentioned that she knew about that. Quickly recovering his composure, he and Wayne both agreed she was much better.

Sandra hugged and kissed Wayne. “You are always welcome here. I hope things go well with your friend at home and I’d like to meet her if you can get back this way. Thank you for loving me so much too.”

She wasn’t sure how to contact Tom for the next two weeks since the military was moving lots of things around as it downsized quickly. He did call her a week later and she said she’d been a bit concerned when her monthly was two days late. It was just from all the sex, she later learned. But it would have been OK if she had been impregnated. Her maternal instinct was showing itself and she’d like to start a family when they could settle down.

Six months later Tom whooped when he opened the mail. Wayne would visit in two weeks and was bringing Elaine, the hometown girl of the Bayfield night. They had become a couple right away and were getting serious, it sounded like.

Starting a family wasn’t working for Sandra and Tom, and not for the lack of planting seeds. Their doctor said that mumps in Tom’s youth might be the cause but no further testing was done.

As the visit got closer, Sandra pointed out that it would coincide with her fertile time. She had made it quite clear that she expected to welcome and enjoy Wayne like last time. Her comments to her husband, not contested, were, “I still appreciate what he did for us and will accept any consequences. I’m sure you want to enjoy your little wartime piece of ass too.” No more was said about the subject but the pace of coitus increased as the time grew nearer.

The door was flung open at the first knock and the hugs were enthusiastic. Sandra said, in a kind tone, “It’s nice to finally meet you. I’ve heard such good things!”

Elaine smiled, “I have too and I’m so glad you know the history.”

She WAS a small woman, only four-foot-ten. Her dark hair was much shorter than was the style and her body was slim, maybe eighty-five pounds worth. Sandra wondered how she handled the two men when her own hundred thirty pounds seemed barely enough.

The guys grabbed beer and headed for the porch. Sandra took Elaine to the room she and Wayne would share to change clothes. It was warm and Sandra wore a halter top with shorts. She had deliberately left off her bra. Those rigid containers were damned uncomfortable. Elaine casually stripped down to the same kind of outfit. Her breasts were not even a small handful but the nipples were quite pronounced. That became obvious in her top but she didn’t seem to care. “Everyone’s seen them now and I want to be comfortable,” was her comment. Definitely a non-conformist for her time.

The women cleaned up after dinner and kept the men supplied with beer. Sandra mentioned, as the deeper voices floated through the kitchen window from the porch, that this was how she learned about Bayfield.

Elaine asked if Sandra could keep confidences. Receiving a promise, she continued. “That was a crazy time and I did some crazy things. I had quite a few lovers the two years I was there. They kept getting killed or transferred away. Each time I got naked with a new man I prayed he’d stick around. I was getting pretty depressed when I met Wayne. We hit it off and I took him to bed on our second date. You didn’t waste time then. After a few times in the sack he said his wingman needed some loving. I’d just lost another flier that I was also screwing so I thought what the hell? That was my first time to team-fuck and it was great. But I guess you know how that is from what Wayne told me.

“Did they tell you we never repeated the two-on-one but I did bed them both from then on?”

Sandra said she didn’t but wasn’t surprised. “I understand you two are getting serious. How do you feel about trading partners while you are here?”

Elaine grinned, “We’d be hurt if you didn’t. We both still live at home so spending the whole night with a partner, no matter which one, is going to be a treat.”

Sandra looked at her new friend and said, “Hey, it’s dark out on that porch now. Let’s take them their next beer without our tops on.”

Ruefully, Elaine replied, “At least you have a top. Maybe I should take my bottoms off. That’s my best part.”

“Let’s just go naked then. It’s a way to get the fun started.”

With the threat of no beer unless they were also naked, the men quickly complied. That may have been where lap-dancing was invented since it was an obvious way to enjoy the now readily available standing-up parts while sitting. Naturally, the guests joined up with the hosts. The desire for more comfort pushed them to the bedrooms where assorted thumping, squealing, moaning, and groaning was heard all through the night.

After thoroughly enjoying two vigorous poundings by Wayne (the penetrations on the porch not being counted), Sandra drifted off to sleep cuddling with him, thinking of his sperm searching for the egg that might already be waiting. That thought awoke her in the night and he was brought to wakefulness by this bigger-titted beauty already riding his seed-shooter.

When she went to pee, she peeked through the open door to see her husband’s body almost hiding the tiny Elaine as his ass rose and fell pushing his penis into her. She wanted to see it close up in better light sometime. Her crotch tingled with the thought that her beloved was reliving the previous encounters just as she was with Wayne. She was happy for both of them.

Breakfast was at lunchtime but no one complained. The gals went shopping and the guys were off to a ball game in the afternoon. The pairs’ interactions were quite different, as you might expect. While the men seemed focused on rooting for their team, with not the slightest reference to the night’s activities, the women made up for it. Giving up on the pretense of looking to buy anything, they found a café that served wine and settled in.

For being of such short acquaintance, they were surprisingly candid, probably because of the very intimate links. As the wine flowed, so did the innermost thoughts. They discussed Elaine’s deepening relationship with Wayne, Sandra’s attempts to get pregnant, and even the differences between a penis that had been circumcised or not. Elaine had experience with both, Sandra hadn’t but was curious.

Of course they talked about their men. How very fortunate that they had found some that weren’t the possessive and selfish assholes that so many of the other women they knew were attached to. Even though both men had been raised in religious families they didn’t feel bound by all the restrictions if no harm would result. Perhaps their combat experience gave them the self-confidence that the other men lacked.

Elaine said that Wayne hadn’t been particularly bothered that she was dating and bedding other guys when he returned and looked her up. She decided to drop them on her own, not because he asked her to. Perhaps it was because he knew about her wartime experience. If she’d been a virgin, would he have felt differently?

Sandra reflected on her own situation. She’d been a virgin until their engagement, although Tom had a little bit of experience. Both had violated their vows while separated, yet their love still endured. She mused, “Would Tom accept her trying out an uncircumcised penis after she was pregnant?” She would ask just to see what he would say.

Elaine grinned, “I think Wayne likes it that I’m so inclined to wickedness. He gets very excited when I tell him about interesting things I’ve done with others. Of course, especially with Tom. Speaking of Tom, what are we going to try tonight?”

Sandra reflected for a moment, “Before dinner I’d like to be with my husband, if I can borrow him back for a while. Later on, I don’t know. Let’s just see what develops.”

With that settled, sort of, the talk turned to families. Sandra opined that her mother would be horrified if she knew what her “little angel” had been up to.

Elaine said her mom had long known she wasn’t a virgin and sometimes chided her about so many boyfriends and was glad she was “settling down” with Wayne. “I do think,” Elaine observed, “that she is more envious than judgmental. Dad is a fuddy-duddy.”

After dinner Elaine took charge, “This is our last night here and I want an orgy. I’ve had threesomes and switched partners but never an out-and-out, hell-for-leather orgy.” Then she began to have some teasing fun, “I am concerned that our guys will wear out too quickly. Sandra, do you have any old boyfriends we could invite to help out?”

The guys stared at her, surprised. Sandra shook her head, getting in on the game, “None of the kind we need, I’m afraid.”

Elaine kept on, “I’ve had a few that were passable but they’re back home. Do you have any relatives we could invite?”

Sandra laughed, “This isn’t Arkansas!”

Elaine shook her head, “Well, I guess we’ll have to make do with what we’ve got and plan ahead next time. They are pretty good after all, and we do love them, so that helps a lot.” The men looked at each other and kind of figured out she’d been funning them ... maybe?

The beds were too small so the mattresses were brought out the living room and pushed together. A couple of blankets would serve as covers, if needed, and some towels were stacked nearby. With a few candles lit the lights were turned off and it was ready.

Starting the best 78 record she could pick out, Elaine did an improvised strip tease, flaunting her small firm buns in each of the guys’ faces. Then Sandra picked out her favorite and did a bump and grind as her clothes came off. The guys just undressed themselves.

At Sandra’s request, Tom had borrowed an 8 millimeter projector and a couple of stag films from a friend. The four naked friends hooted and hollered at the flickering and grainy, black and white images of people performing sex acts on the wall. They were all sipping bourbon tonight and the talk got more and more raucous, often not very complimentary about the actors.

“Hell, Wayne,” hooted Tom, “I wouldn’t fuck that whore with your dick!”.

Elaine observed loudly, “That boy’s still got his foreskin. Sandra wants to try one like that, she told me.”

Sandra chimed in, “Yes, and he better be at least that big too!”

By then everyone was ready for some action of their own. Elaine asked, “Do you boys remember my favorite thing at Bayfield?” They nodded and she got on all fours in front of Wayne, dipping her head down to cover his cock with her mouth. Tom knee-walked up behind her and slid right in.

After a bit she called out, “Switch” and they showed great teamwork.

After giving them a short while to enjoy themselves, Sandra ordered, “Switch to me!” Again, great teamwork. One more change and she got a mouthful from her husband and a pussy full from Wayne, just what she wanted. It was understood by her husband that she would get all the sperm from their guest that she could. The other couple didn’t know their family-building plan.

Birth control was limited in the forties but “rubbers”, as condoms were often called, and diaphragms were available. Single women often had difficulty getting a doctor to prescribe the latter but the Army had been quite practical. Elaine had a good supply and knew how to use them correctly.

A break for some more bourbon sipping and another noisy film to chuckle over while the men recovered. When everyone went to pee it was Sandra’s turn to bring up a memory. “Do you remember what happened here (in the bathroom) last time? Let’s show Elaine.” She pissed loudly for everyone to hear, then took Wayne’s floppy hose and deliberately hit her pubes with his urine. “Oooo, that tickles,” she remarked.

Before Tom could take his turn, Elaine barked, “This one’s mine!” and replaced Sandra on the stool. She tilted her pelvis forward and expertly shot Tom’s hot yellow stuff on her clitoris. “Mmmmm, good!” She looked at Sandra and grinned, “Wayne showed me that stunt already. Has he let you piss on him yet?”

As you would expect, these young people screwed each other’s brains out in every way they could imagine. The visitors had to leave for home on the noon train so a very quick breakfast was put together.

As they worked in the kitchen, Elaine remarked that all that activity had dislodged her diaphragm so she just took it out in the night. “It’s a lot more comfortable and I think I’m OK. I’ll let you know. What are you using?”

Sandra said, “I’m not. I want to get pregnant. This was my fertile time too.”

That stopped Elaine in her tracks, “No shit! Does Tom know?”

“Yep. He hasn’t been able to put a bun in my oven so we agreed to try this. Please don’t tell Wayne.”

Elaine chuckled, “This might be a more memorable trip that I expected. If I’m ‘caught’ then we will get married sooner than we’d planned, that’s all. We’ve been talking about six months from now anyway.”

They all hugged and kissed goodbye at the train station, talking about their next possible meeting, probably at the wedding.

Weeks later Sandra received a letter which read,

“Dear Sandra,

I was so happy for you to hear you are finally expecting. I want to let you know that I am also. That will be a weekend we will always remember! Of course we have moved the wedding up to two weeks from now. We hope you can attend.

Wayne was concerned about who the father might be so I told him that I thought I was already pregnant before we visited you, just wasn’t sure yet. He seemed to buy it. He’s probably the daddy anyway, as you and I talked about.

One more thing. Would you two go with us on the honeymoon? Maybe we can find you a man with a foreskin to try when our guys are tuckered out.

Love, Elaine”

Tom was shown the letter. He had two comments. “Maybe she’ll grow some tits now.” And “Are you serious about this ‘uncircumcised’ thing?”

Sandra’s response was enigmatic, “Would you want the wife that you love to go the rest of her life wondering if she had missed something?”

Tom just shook his head at the mystery of women.

Chapter 2

Tom had found a 1939 Buick sedan in decent shape to buy so he and Sandra drove to the wedding. The ceremony was small and simple, being hurriedly arranged, with the out-of-town friends standing up for the wedding couple who had only immediate family present. Wayne’s teenage brother was the ring bearer. His parents were glad to meet this couple that they had heard such good things about.

The plans were to spend a week at Niagara Falls with a three day drive each way. Roadside cabins of the mom and pop type were common and could easily be found when you got as far as you could each day. The first night they got separate cabins, more from the tradition of the wedding night than any desire for separation. From then on they shared the same one which might only have two single beds.

As usual, the gals called the shots. They decided to alternate men each day, always acting in every way as if that one was their spouse. It was great fun, especially in the hotel at the Falls where they confused people who had seen them the previous day. Their rooms were selected to have a connecting door, as you might expect with the history of these two couples.

Tom had chosen a vehicle wisely. The big back seat allowed plenty of room for some fun as they rolled along. The roads were bumpy enough that Elaine discovered she could just lay on top, or sit in the lap, of whichever man wasn’t driving and the car’s motion would get him to ejaculate and take her to orgasm with no extra effort. Naturally, Sandra had to test it as well. The miles flew by and sleep came quickly after the couples’ busy day.

The trip was a great success and all four agreed that vacationing together was a desirable thing. When they dropped off the newlyweds, the rascally Elaine commented that she’d been told Wayne’s little brother was uncircumcised. He was probably a virgin too. Maybe this was her chance to have both firsts, i.e. an unclipped virgin, at one shot.

Tom was part of the conversation and looked to be seriously in thought. He took his wife aside and said, “If you really need to do this I can accept it because I love you.”

She kissed him hard and say, “You wonderful lunk. He IS cute but not here and now. Thanks anyway.”

It turned out that Theodore (he preferred Teddy like the President) needed a summer job and Tom’s employer was hiring. He was put on the train. Elaine’s note sent with him said, “Here’s your chance, honey. Show him what women are all about. I’d sure do him if I could get away with it. I’m so damn horny it’s difficult to wait all day for Wayne to get home from work. Some of my old boyfriends are looking good to me.”

When Teddy was settled in the guest room down the basement, Tom showed him around the neighborhood and they walked to the nearby downtown. It was Saturday so he had a chance to get acquainted before starting work. Tom thought he was bright and polite and they would get along ok.

That night Sandra was glad that the guest room was not close to their bedroom because Tom was unusually vigorous. “Wow, something got you going, sweetie. Will you share it with me?”

He was a bit reluctant but finally let it out, “I keep thinking about the comments about you and an uncircumcised guy. I still don’t know if you were just kidding around but when I offered my ok you seemed real serious. I still am if you are.”

“You are just a darling, my warrior hero. I am taking it more seriously than at first though, and this seems like a good opportunity to find out. Besides, it would be a wonderful favor for Teddy. Wayne said an older woman showed him what it was all about and he is forever thankful. I guess if I take you up on this I have to give you a ‘free pass’ some other time.”

Tom looked thoughtful, “I hadn’t thought of that. Enjoying Elaine from time to time seems to be enough variety for me.”

Sandra reassured him, “There is no rush. Let’s see how I get along with him as a person first and we’ll just let it develop if it does. In the meantime, if the idea gets you more excited I’m very happy with that!”

They did get along well. Teddy was polite and helpful. Tom told his wife that Teddy often commented how attractive and nice she was and how Tom was so fortunate. “I see him staring at you especially when you walk through the room in just your nightie. Do you do that on purpose?” Sandra grinned without comment.

Tom got switched to nights a week later. Sandra said she was going for it so Tom took her to bed before he started the second shift for the first time. “I’m gonna want more when I get home, just so you know what to expect. Don’t be too worn out for me!” She laughed, remembering her two-male experiences when she’d out-fucked both of them.

Lately her attire had been deliberately skimpy because it had been fun to tease both men and also to set the stage for tonight. After dinner, Teddy sat down to listen to the radio, so she changed into her cotton nightie and sat down beside him. “So, how are you liking work?” she opened. After discussing it then she got more personal, “Are you missing your girlfriend?”

He confessed he didn’t have one and, under questioning, had never had one. OK, virginity quite likely. Sandra pressed on, “If you had a girlfriend, what would you want her to be like?”

“Oh, just like you, I think!”

“Can you be more specific?” He was beginning to squirm a bit. Good!

He hesitated, unsure of how to respond to the most intimate discussion he’d ever had with a female of any age. “I ... I ... think she would have to be pretty and maybe your size.” He was struggling for answers.

Sandra turned to face him and said, as she raised her nightie above her breasts, “Should she have a body like this?” Her tummy was a bit more rounded than before but her breasts had begun to swell. Of course her nipples were hard.

Teddy nearly fell off the couch. Sandra held back a laugh and tried to look serious. “Oh, my! I didn’t mean to frighten you. I just thought it was a good way to ask the question. Did you like what I showed you?”

Struck dumb, he nodded.

“Well, I know from experience that most boys really don’t know what they want or what to do with it if they find it. Would you like me to help you find out about girlfriends?” Finally, a reduction in fear and a big nod.

“OK. First of all, these (cupping her breasts) have several names. What do you call them?” He gave a few slang words besides “breasts”.

“Good. Now I want you to touch them and I’ll show you how to make them feel good. You have to make a girl enjoy what you do if you want her to do the same to you. Fair is fair. Some guys just never learn that.”

At that point Teddy froze. “But you’re married. What will Tom do to me?”

“Relax. We won’t do anything he doesn’t know about or approve of. Now let’s continue your lessons...”

When Tom slipped into bed, hard and eager, Sandra told him how it had gone. They’d gotten through basic anatomy and as far as manual stimulation to orgasm. She’d had fun playing with his foreskin and wondering how it would feel inside her. His ejaculation had shot three feet in the air and she had to suppress her laughing.

Teddy was gone before Tom got up for breakfast, probably not ready to face him just yet. Sandra got thoroughly laid before Tom left for work.

That night’s lesson found a somewhat more relaxed, and very eager student. He was a quick learner and, literally, lapped up oral sex like a pro. He filled Sandy’s mouth with good tasting seed too. She told Tom that night he’d be in for a treat tomorrow. “If his semen is like today’s, you are gonna have real slippery pussy to fuck tomorrow.”

That was indeed the case. After three big and clearly felt ejaculations, Sandra had to call a halt to the lessons. Her crotch was a mess. Tom went nuts sliding in the residue that remained late that night.

The next night, Teddy only got two pussy-filling shots but after Tom enjoyed her he sent her to the other bedroom for a “refill”. That young buck thought it was sexy to have her freshly fucked and unloaded a lot of seed in her again, having had an hour to refill his young prostate.

She became a “bed-hopper” during the rest of his visit, but never took on both at the same time. The note that went back with him to Elaine suggested she ask Wayne about enjoying his brother. That was rather delicate but they worked it out with Wayne getting a “credit” for some future pussy via his brother. Elaine later thanked Sandra for all the good training she had done.

When coitus was prohibited near the end of his sister-in-law’s pregnancy, Teddy moved on to dating girls his own age. The few that would become intimate demanded that he wear rubbers. He told Elaine how disappointed he was with that. Married women were far better, in his opinion.

Sandra was happy. She had a husband that was actually proud of her for bedding other men. She was pregnant and feeling fulfilled as a woman. As her term approached, she began to be concerned. She knew that the doctors wouldn’t allow intercourse for two months after the birth. That would be “hard” on her husband. What could she do to help him out?

Elaine was having the same thoughts. After much puzzling, she wrote to Sandra about a possible solution. Her aunt Millie had been close to her as she was growing up. Now widowed, she had mentioned missing her husband “after dark”. Remembering how open-minded Millie seemed, Elaine had discussed the issue with her. That led to the idea that Millie would come “in-residence” after the birth to help the new mother, and concurrently the new father.

Furthermore, she agreed to take the train every fourth day to the other household, thus giving relief to both of the close friends. To Elaine’s delight, she confided, under the influence of a good bit of wine, that she missed the sexual adventures of her younger days when her Merchant Marine husband was on long voyages.

Elaine and Sandra delivered less than twenty-four hours apart, seeming to confirm the facts of their impregnation. The newborn boys looked alike and that resemblance never lessened as they grew.

Millie got off the train in Sandra’s town. Tom was there to meet her. When she saw him for the first time, a twinge of fear ran through her. God, he was good looking! But would he find her attractive enough to get big for? That thought moistened her neglected crotch.

It was a busy day settling in and working with mother and babe. Tom stayed at the edges, helping when he was asked. It was early but Millie suggested sleep, knowing from the experience of three children that it would be interrupted repeatedly.

So far it had been routine stuff. Now the challenging part. She knew that Elaine had communicated the full range of her willingness to help, so she was fairly direct, “Does the new father need any tending to?”

Tom hugged her, “You’ve been a marvel so far. I’m delighted you are here and know that you need some rest.” She felt so good with his arms around her. Her big soft breasts were mashed between them. She simply bent her head up and kissed him, then whispered, “I’ve got some help for you too, if you want it.” She trembled with apprehension that he wouldn’t.

Tom had been cut off for weeks by doctor’s orders. That helped him see this older, thicker, and less pretty woman as desirable. He kissed her back and whispered, “I’d like to share your bed.”

The lights were dimmed and they undressed in silence, then got in on opposite sides of the bed. Millie stayed on her back, her soft mammaries sagging to either side. She parted her legs and waited for his move.

Tom was fascinated by this body so different than Sandra’s or Elaine’s. He started with her breasts, fondling and sucking on them. Her breathing quickly got deeper and he thought he heard humming sounds.

His fingers moved down to her furry place. It was sparse and the outer lips fairly large, leaving a distinct furrow to explore. Her scent grew stronger, confirming that she liked what he was doing.

When he moved his head lower, kissing the small rolls and stretch marks on her belly, she caught her breath repeatedly. Hell, she hadn’t even been able to touch his parts yet. Then his tongue hit pay dirt and she yelped.

Tom pulled his head back, unsure if it was OK. She quickly said, “Oh, don’t stop!” Her long-withheld orgasm hit soon after.

As he moved up she panted, “Fill me up! Fill me!” Then a moan as he did so. Her hips urged more and more and finally she felt his warmth spurting inside her. She started crying and, realizing that Tom might not understand, simply blubbered, “It’s been so long. Thank you.”

They coupled again in the early hours after the baby woke them up. Millie reassured Sandra that her husband was well taken care of, as was she. Sandra thanked her.

A phone call the next day let them know that Elaine had delivered so it was back on the train to go help her now. Millie would return in four days.

She was in fine spirits as she stepped down from the coach and walked briskly to Tom. He got a big smile and hug. She handed him a note from Wayne, “Tom, I hope all is going well there. Millie sure is a blessing in many ways and I’ll miss her as I am sure you have. She seems delighted with this arrangement. Enjoy, Wayne”

When they reached the house, Millie said hello to Sandra and said she had some “business” to take care of. Sandra laughed and said, “You bet!”

Four nights with Wayne had eliminated her remaining fears and she rollicked with Tom, then went to tend to mother and child. That night Sandra wanted to watch this “angel of mercy” in action and played with her large breasts when they were somewhat still. Tom loved to have her on top with those big swinging bags slapping him. Her pussy wasn’t real tight after multiple childbirths so they could copulate for a long time before his eruptions.

The eight weeks of marital abstinence went by quickly. Both new mothers had insisted on oral relief after two weeks. Better than nothing. When husbands could once again fully satisfy their wives, Millie’s visits became less frequent. She had grown accustomed to her pleasures too. All were pleased that her new sexual confidence, and maybe a radiance arising from it, had resulted in a man from church asking her to dinner. She reported that he wasn’t as good in bed as the young husbands, but had potential.

Plans were made for the families to get together in another month when the babies could travel. They were all excited at the prospect, for many, many, reasons.