Chapter 1

Lisa helped Cathy carry the last of the luggage down the stairs from the deck and to the car. Lisa did not want it to appear that she was rushing her friend and her husband off, but, well, that's exactly what she was doing. Cathy and her husband Tom had spent Friday and Saturday at the beach with Lisa, Lisa's boyfriend James and with Cathy's and Lisa's best friend Susan and her husband Charles. When the last of the Carlton's stuff was brushed free of sand and packed in the back of their Suburban, Lisa and Susan hugged Cathy and said goodbye, telling her they'd all get together for lunch on the following Thursday.

Something nagged at Cathy. She turned to Tom and said, "Did you get the feeling they were rushing us out of there?"

"Don't be ridiculous, we're the ones that have to get home so we can pick up the kids. We could have stayed if we wanted."

"I guess you're right. I just get the feeling that they didn't want us to stay the extra days, but you're right that is ridiculous. I guess I just wish we could stay."

Lisa and Susan ran back up the stairs and into the beach house where Charles and James were waiting. Lisa and Susan both pulled their bathing suit tops off at the same time and struck a pose, thrusting their breasts toward the guys.

"Ta da!" said Susan.

"Its party time!" said Lisa.

It had all started a couple of months before when Lisa and Susan had shopped in the morning and worked out in the afternoon and stopped back by Susan's house where they were enjoying a pitcher of margaritas...

"Boy," said Susan, "Did we do some damage to the mall, or what?"

"That we did. I don't know why we had to stop. I still had checks in the check book."

"That was fun; Charles will just have to get an extra job or two, that's all."

Lisa laughed and said, "Hmmm, wonder if I could find somebody to pay for some of this stuff."

"Looks to me like James certainly ought to kick in for those panties you bought at Victoria's Secret. I assume they're for his viewing and ripping off pleasure."

"Susan!" Lisa took a sip of her margarita. "Oh, if only he would rip them off."

"Uh oh, sounds like girl talk time. What do you mean if only he would rip them off?"

"Oh, I don't know. We've been going out now for about eight months and..."

"And what? Surely, you've done the deed by now?"

"Oh, of course. It's just that..." Lisa wrinkled her nose, and said, "How did we get on this subject anyway?"

"Because, I am your life long friend and this sounds like we need to talk about sex and, well, my friend, I'm always ready to talk about sex."

They laughed and Lisa said, "Of course you are you wanton slut."

Susan shrugged as if to say, yeah, so what? And poured her friend another drink.

"So," Susan said, "What's going on in the bedroom, or is it what's not going on?"

"Yeah, I guess that is kind of it. The bedroom is... well, not much has changed since the first time we did it."

"It's supposed to change?"

Lisa playfully slapped Susan on the shoulder, "You know, it's just that, well we just don't do much other than the same thing, the same way all the time."

"Well, what is it you do?" The two friends had gone to high school together and this conversation was not a whole lot different from some they'd had when they were teenagers. What did you do? What did he do? What did it feel like? Susan remembered getting turned on by their conversations back then and she felt the fluttery beginnings of arousal now.

"Oh, Susan, you know. It's lovely and nice and he does everything, but..." She blushed and said, "Don't you just sometimes want some good ol' down and dirty sex?"

"Oh yeah baby. Nothing bad about nasty sex. Nothing at all."

"Well, I guess that's it, occasionally I'd like to get nasty and he just seems to be too careful of me to get down and dirty."

"Oh, girl, what do you mean by down and dirty? What is nasty sex?"

"Oh, come on Susan. You know what I mean." Lisa was starting to feel the same fluttery urges that had Susan quietly clinching her thighs. "He won't even cum in my mouth. What's that about? I thought all guys liked that."

Susan laughed. "Yeah, that's been my experience. What does he do, make you stop?"

"He just pulls out. And then he's so careful not to come on my face. Sometimes I might just like to have him cum on my face."

They both laughed and Susan said, "Yeah, I know what you mean. Like I said sometimes the nasty sex is the best sex."

"I'm not even married like you are. Does it ever get boring with you and Charles?"

Susan thought for a moment. "No. You know I can honestly say it doesn't. Sometimes it is sweet and gentle. And when we want, which is usually, it gets down and nasty."

"Okay, friend of mine, what am I missing? What is it that y'all do that is down and nasty?"

"Oh, you know, everything from cumming on my face to anal sex. We do it all."

"Yeah, that's what I want. Sometimes I want to scream at him to do something different, grab my ass, flip me over and have his way with me."

"Well, why don't you do that, scream at him I mean."

"It just never feels exactly right."

"Well, you're getting me turned on just thinking about some nasty, nasty sex."

"Should I leave before Charles gets home."

"Hell, girl, stick around, you might just see some nasty sex if you're not careful."

Lisa gulped down another drink of her margarita. Some unbidden images filled a corner of her mind.

That's when Charles came through the front door. "I'm home."

"We're back here," Susan said, "Lisa and I are having margaritas."

Charles made his way to the den where the girls were drinking their margaritas. He leaned over and kissed his wife and then went over to hug Lisa. Right in the middle of his hug, Susan said, "We were just talking about nasty sex."

He felt Lisa freeze, just as he did, and then laughing, he turned to Susan. "You were what?"

"We were talking about nasty sex."

"Susan!" Lisa looked at friend in disbelief.

Charles recognized the playful look in his wife's eye. "Oh, and what were you saying about nasty sex."

"Well dear, Lisa has a problem."

"Susan! Don't you dare." Susan just laughed at Lisa's outburst.

"It's okay, we're all friends here. Maybe Charles can give James some pointers. God knows Charles enjoys nasty sex."

"Boy," he said, "Did I come in on a conversation or what? What in the world are you talking about?"

"Nothing dear, I was just telling Lisa how much you and I enjoy nasty sex. You know, the kind where it's all about mindless, raunchy sex."

"Ah, I see now. It's all clear to me. And, uh, just why were you sharing our darkest desires and secrets with Lisa."

"Susan, you can shut up now," Lisa said, but she was laughing and she was flushed and she could feel herself becoming more aroused.

"Oh, Lisa, it's just Charles. Besides we'll talk about it when you're gone. You know that."

"Yeah, I know, fine go ahead, share my frustrations with the world."

Charles knew Susan enough to know that she was getting turned on. In the past, he'd heard Susan and Lisa talk about stuff that made him blush. He figured they were both getting turned on. There had been more than one day when Susan called him at work and told him to hurry home because she and Lisa had been talking about sex and she was horny.

"Frustrations?" he asked, "Are you not getting any?"

"Yes, I'm getting plenty..."

"But, she's not getting any good ol' nasty sex," Susan finished for her.

Lisa crossed her arms across her chest and nodded at that.

"Oh, do tell, what kind of nasty sex do you want." Now Charles was getting turned on.

"I don't know. Just sometimes I'd like to have something other than gentle lovemaking."

"So, you girls like nasty sex, do you?"

"You know I do sweetie."

Lisa said, "I want to."

Charles looked at Susan and she raised her eyebrows. He was furiously trying to interpret what his wife was signaling to him. Oh my god, he thought to himself, I wonder. Sometimes, when Charles and Susan were having sex they would whisper fantasies to each other. One that recurred quiet a bit was Susan whispering in his ear and asking if he would like it if Lisa was in bed with them, doing things with them. Could that be where this was headed?

Charles sat on the couch and asked Lisa, "So what exactly are you missing?"

"I don't know exactly. Good god, just this conversation is nastier than what I usually get."

"Ah, so this conversation is turning you on a bit?"

"It is me," Susan said.

He laughed, "Yeah, me, too."

They both looked at Lisa. She threw a pillow off her chair and Charles and said, "Yeah, okay, me, too."

"Hmmmm," he said, "You like sex talk and nasty sex. Want to hear more?" She squeezed her thighs together and he noticed. "Susan, should we explore this topic in detail with Lisa?"

"Of course, dear, you know I'm always up for some sex talk."

He turned to Lisa. "So, is this conversation getting you wet?"

"Oh God!"

"Well, is it?"

Lisa was blushing furiously. He turned to Susan. "How about you dear? I know how wet you can get. Is this conversation getting you wet?"

Susan looked almost shy when she replied quietly, "You know it is."

"Do you think it is making Lisa wet?"

"I bet it is."

"Susan, why don't you let Lisa see how you're getting wet."

There was a moment where no one moved and no one said a word, but Lisa was clenching her thighs tightly and looking at her friend.

Susan knew what he wanted. Often, even when they were out in public and she got horny, she would let him see that she'd become wet.

Both the ladies where wearing shorts. Susan had on a button down shirt and Lisa a pull-over t-shirt. After a long moment, Susan met the challenge in his eyes and moved a hand to the waist band of her shorts. Lisa's eyes followed every move the hand made.

She slipped her right hand into her waist band. Charles and Lisa could see the outline of her hand as it pushed lower, until her fingers curved between her legs. She held the waist band clear with her left hand and pulled her other hand from her pants. She stood and walked over to where Lisa was sitting.

"See." She rubbed her fingers together. Lisa could see the slick wetness that Susan had extracted from between her legs.

Lisa accepted the challenge that was being offered and took her friends wrist. She pulled her hand closer and she could smell the scent of the wetness on Susan's fingers. She looked closely and inhaled audibly. "Yes, I do think you're wet." The scent caused her to catch her breath as a result of a clench of sexual tension.

Charles looked at Lisa and said, "How about you?"

Lisa looked up at Susan and without and without looking anywhere other than at Susan's eyes moved her hand to the waist band of her shorts. She slid her hand in slowly. Charles had to adjust the erection in his pants. Lisa's hand slid slowly beneath the elastic of her panties and she pushed two fingers along the slit of her sex. She almost moaned out loud when the lips of her pussy gave way to the pressure of her fingers. Her fingers slid into the liquid center of her. She pulled her hand out and held it up to Susan.

Susan took her hand and closed her eyes as she inhaled the aroma of Lisa's sex.

"Hey girls, what about me?"

Susan pulled Lisa to her feet and walked her over to where Charles sat on the couch. She pushed Lisa's hand toward his face. He touched the wetness with a finger and made no pretense when he smelled her fingers. Lisa thought she would fall her knees grew so week. Susan reached into her shorts and put her hand, with freshly scented fingers, under his nose. He held them both there inhaling the similar, but different scents of each.

"Does it turn you on to smell her pussy?" He intentionally did not address this question directly to either lady.

"Yes." They said in unison.

He turned to Lisa. "Do you find it nasty to think about Susan in a sex way?"

"Yes."

"Are you enjoying this nasty sex?"

"Yes."

He looked at both of them. "Will you do something nasty for me, will you taste yourself for me?"

Lisa looked up at Susan, a little worried about how far this had gone. She had no idea just how far Susan was willing to go. With a smile, Susan reached back into her pants. Lisa did the same. They each pulled their fingers out and took them in their mouth, tasting their own wetness.

"Now," he said, "Taste each other."

The girls looked at each and with almost no hesitation, each put their hand back in their pants and then raised their fingers to the lips of the other. Susan took Lisa's wrist in her hand and sucked on her flavors. It turned her on to taste her friend's pussy. Lisa licked and then sucked Susan's fingers into her mouth. It turned her on to taste her friend's pussy.

"My turn," was all he had to say.

Susan was the first to take her hand from her friend's mouth and push back into her own pants. Lisa did the same, staring not at Charles, but keeping her eyes only on Susan as once again her fingers slid along the silky slit of her sex. Their aromas mingled in the room. It was starting to smell like sex.

"Good God," Lisa said to no one in particular.

Like Susan, she held her hand, trembling toward Charles. He took his wife's hand and slowly slid her fingers into his mouth. Susan sighed at the feel of her fingers being sucked into his mouth and his tongue licking and tasting. Slowly she pulled her fingers out. She wanted to see him tasting Lisa.