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Authors name: pokeyrider2000 (pokeyrider2000@yahoo.com)
Story title : Wendy's Visit

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Wendy's Visit
by pokeyrider2000 (pokeyrider2000@yahoo.com)

***

Wife's childhood friend visits. We get to know each 
other better. (FFM, wife, voy, lac)

***

Hanging up the phone my wife asked if I remembered 
Wendy. Yes, I remember your friend Wendy. We visited her 
and her family in San Diego, what, two years ago? She 
was my friend in school, married a meteorologist. They 
have a boy and a girl. So what's new with her? I did not 
know you kept in contact. We e-mail once in a while. Her 
husband has a convention in Chicago the third week of 
September and she was wondering if we were going to be 
available for a visit. 

You're the planner around here, I don't know of anything 
going on then. Besides, you know your friends are always 
welcome. They can stay here if they want, but it might 
be a bit far to commute each day. Well Wendy said she 
normally does not go along to John's conventions, but 
thought since it is in the area; she and the kids could 
stay here during the convention while John stays 
downtown. He would be here the Thursday before and 
Monday after. Sounds good to me. 

My wife was thrilled her childhood friend was going to 
stay here. Actually I was too. I remember very clearly 
our visit. Their second child, and our only child at the 
time, were both about six months old. We visited during 
a weekday and John was at work. Wendy and my wife, Megan 
were both breastfeeding the kids. I swear during our 
three or so hour visit, they fed those kids at least 
four times. We were all in their living room. I was 
playing with their oldest kid, who must have been about 
two or three years old. Meg and Wendy were chatting away 
like schoolgirls. 

They are both stay-at-home moms, and after all the years 
seemed to have a lot in common. I think my wife is a 
closet exhibitionist, she has little reservation about 
nursing our kids almost anywhere. Wendy seemed to 
exhibit this same characteristic. They both have a 
natural view on life. I fully exercised my eye's 
peripheral vision during the visit. I must say I find a 
nursing mother more than a little erotic. On a couple of 
instances I could clearly see a good majority of Wendy's 
breast while her daughter was latched on. 

Wendy is simply beautiful. A tall, trim, healthy 
brunette. She was wearing pretty tight fitting blue 
jeans. I remember noting that she does not look like she 
gave birth only six months ago. Her stomach showed no 
signs of having been stretched by the pregnancy. I never 
met her husband John. From snippets of their 
conversation I got the impression that he lives to work. 

During the month before their visit, Meg told me all 
about Wendy and their youthful friendship. Wendy was a 
neighbor during their primary school years, from kids to 
about age 16, when my wife's family moved to another of 
Durban's suburbs. Most of it was normal girl stuff, then 
she told me about an incident they had with their Danish 
friend. I was not expecting this. Looking back, Meg is 
convinced this Danish girl lived in a house that was 
much more liberal concerning things sexual. 

She said when the three of them were alone, they would 
frequently take their clothes off mainly at the request 
of the Danish girl. According to Megan, this is not 
unusual for girls to do. (I don't know what rock I have 
been under, but I never heard of this behavior.) Then 
once, when they were about 12 or 13, sitting in the 
Danish girl's bedroom naked; the Danish girl was 
kneeling on the bed with a pillow between her legs. She 
started writhing on it and then started to rub her 
vagina and squeeze her breasts right there in front of 
them. Like she could not control herself. 

Both her and Wendy were taken back, not sure what they 
were seeing. At this time, Meg does not remember her 
climaxing, but remembers her and Wendy being stunned at 
the sight. It only happened the one time. She said they 
often compared bodies, commenting on each others 
adolescent development. The only real contact they ever 
had was when on occasion two of them would gang up on 
the other, giving her a spanking or a tickling. She felt 
at the time the contact was simply incidental to horsing 
around. Nothing overt. 

Megan seemed a little flushed after telling me this. I 
massaged her shoulders and as always worked my way 
around to her breasts squeezing them and pinching her 
nipples to arousal. In an effort to imitate what I was 
just told, I worked a hand down between her legs 
stroking up and down over her pubic mound. She closed 
her eyes and rolled her head back lightly moaning her 
pleasure. It was short lived as we were interrupted by 
our four-month-old daughter's hunger cry coming from the 
other room. 

The time flew by and on that Thursday evening I came 
home to a houseful. Wendy, John and their two kids along 
with Megan and our two kids filled the place with noise. 
Over dinner I became acquainted with John and their 
family. John is definitely a work-first person. He has 
no other interests and the conversation always came back 
to meteorology. I remember thinking as he droned on that 
it is amazing he found the time or had the interest in 
making two kids. Meg and Wendy had the kids in bed by 
7pm as was both of their customs. The four of us had 
some wine and conversation. John and Wendy seemed to 
disagree about everything. 

After retiring to bed, we could hear John arguing with 
Wendy about something. The next morning, I was happy to 
see that John had already departed for his convention 
before I came down for breakfast. Megan and Wendy were 
chatting at the table, drinking herb tea and eating 
granola or something. Megan was wearing her usual night 
garb, a t-shirt and boxer shorts. She was almost back to 
her trim self since giving birth some six months ago to 
our second child. Wendy was outstandingly beautiful. 
There is something about that early morning 'au natural' 
look in a healthy woman. 

Wendy was wearing a short black terry-cloth robe tied in 
the front. Sitting there, her long legs were bare fully 
half way up her thighs. The front was open enough to see 
that she was wearing some kind of black silky top that 
ran horizontally across her chest. It was low enough to 
see the top 1/3 of her breasts. Megan had our daughter 
in her lap. When she started to fuss, Meg instinctively 
raised her shirt fully exposing one breast while 
positioning our daughter's mouth on her nipple without 
missing a syllable. 

While I was standing next to the table pouring my 
coffee, I could clearly see down Wendy's top. I am sure 
Megan saw me glancing down at her. I was really getting 
excited at all this female flesh about me. Without John 
there, Wendy seemed much happier and relaxed. The rest 
of the kids were filing in as I was heading out the door 
to work. 

It was about 5:30pm when I finally got home from work. I 
had been eagerly anticipating spending the weekend with 
my two women (and four kids). A perfect late summer 
afternoon. I heard the telltale splashing and yelling 
coming from the back yard which could only mean the pool 
was in use. To my great pleasure everyone was using it. 
I was so excited to see the head and shoulders of Megan 
and Wendy sticking out of the clear water. My son came 
splashing over to welcome me home. I quickly greeted 
everyone, then almost ran to get changed into my 
swimsuit. 

I jumped right in and swam to my wife giving her a full 
body hug and kiss. I reached down to cup and squeeze her 
ass cheeks. Wendy exclaimed, "Now that's what I call a 
welcome home greeting!" soon they were telling me about 
the events of the day. I learned they went shopping (of 
course) and had some treats for me. I played with the 
kids while checking out the women's swim gear. 

They both had on 2-piece bikinis. Megan was wearing an 
aqua blue unit. Her breasts are still larger than normal 
because she is nursing and her bikini top clearly is 
overwhelmed with the extra flesh. Her stomach is almost 
back to its pre pregnancy shape. She really looks great, 
all happy and bubbly. Wendy had to accompany her son to 
the bathroom. I got a great view of Wendy as she was 
stepping out of the pool. 

Wow, her long legs and torso give her the perfect 
proportion. She was wearing an orange bikini with very 
high cut sides. To step from the ladder onto the deck 
her right leg extended up and over the edge of the pool 
while bending forward at the same time. The ladder 
arrangement is a little awkward, but gives a fantastic 
view of a persons backside. Wendy was a goddess. I could 
clearly see the band of material that goes from the back 
to the front of her bikini bottoms. The exact contour of 
her inner thighs and mound was plain to see. What a 
view. The kids were playing together, so I made my way 
over to my wife. 

Meg immediately reached down to check my level of 
excitement. "That's what I figured. I saw you leering at 
Wendy", she quietly growled. "Well, I can't help it. Two 
beautiful, almost naked women prancing around here. I am 
only horny, I, I, I mean human," I defended. "You 
naughty, naughty boy," Meg dismissed. I moved in behind 
her and rubbed my now fully extended member into her 
backside while caressing my hands up and down her front 
side. "That's more like it." she purred as I pinched her 
nipples. "Thanks for letting me have Wendy stay here. 
And thanks for not being like John." she added. 

Wendy returned and we both watched her lower herself 
into the water. "What is going on over here? Don't you 
ever leave her alone?" Wendy chided. "Like a moth to the 
light." I stated as I splashed water into her face. 
"You'll pay for that." Wendy blurted as she returned the 
favor. "Hey, now you have done it!" Meg exclaimed. Wendy 
was in full retreat as Meg and I lunged toward her. I 
managed to grab a foot and reeled Wendy back into my 
arms. 

I froze momentarily as I realized I had my arms fully 
wrapped around her waist while she was kicking and 
flailing in an attempt to free herself. Her legs were 
kicking past and across my hard-on. I don't know if she 
realized it or not. Megan was splashing her then I saw a 
light click in Meg's eyes. She went around my back and 
started pinching Wendy's flesh at the top of her thigh 
in the back just below her cheeks. I realized this must 
be Wendy's tickle spot. Wendy went from kicking to 
laughing and pleading for Meg to stop. "It still works," 
Meg exclaimed. 

Wendy wriggled her way loose but I was able to hold onto 
her hands. Now she was standing on the bottom trying to 
dance away from Meg. I pulled her forward suddenly which 
caused her body to become horizontal in front of me. I 
quickly wrapped one arm under her upper torso and the 
other under her waist and pulled her tight to me. Wendy 
was locked face down tight against my chest. 

Meg immediately went for her fully exposed upper thighs. 
I was so excited having this strange flesh rubbing tight 
against mine and watching my wife grabbing at Wendy's 
thighs. I was in that erogenous zone in which I did not 
care that Wendy could easily see or feel my erection. In 
fact I was hoping she did know. 

In an effort to get away, Wendy would arch her back and 
then try to curl forward which caused Meg's hands to 
pinch and grab anywhere from her knee to right on her 
ass. It was all happening very fast, but I thought at 
one point Megs fingers slid under her bikini bottom. 
Wendy attempted to go on the offensive and started to 
grab at my thighs. Her hands were everywhere. I know for 
certain her arms brushed across my erection at least 
several times. At this point, there was no doubt that 
all three of us knew I was completely aroused by this 
horseplay. I decided to go a little further. 

I released my left arm from Wendy's waist and 
immediately grabbed the back of her nearest thigh. Here 
we were, I was holding this beautiful woman wearing only 
a bikini with one arm while both my wife and I were 
pinching her bare upper thighs and the surrounding area. 
I could not believe it. 

The tickling pretty much ended and her resistance 
simultaneously lowered as I allowed Wendy's feet to sink 
to the bottom. I still had my right arm loosely around 
her chest. My left hand was still on her thigh, although 
I was no longer pinching her. Once her feet hit the 
bottom I released my right arm and deliberately slid my 
left hand up her leg over her right cheek and up to her 
waist before retracting it. Neither of us said or did 
anything to give my move away. 

As she stepped away from me towards Meg, her left hand 
dragged across my hard-on. Again we did not give a clue 
of our actions. "I can't believe you still remember my 
weak point. You deserve a spanking." Wendy mused. "Don't 
even think about it." Meg smirked. By now all the kids 
were either crying or whining about hunger. The girls 
went in to start dinner and tend the kids while I 
cleaned up. 

By the time dinner was over it was almost 7 o'clock. The 
kids were off to bed and by 7:30 the three of us were in 
the living room resting. We were chatting about the day. 
I opened a bottle of wine and poured us each a glass. I 
realized how much I appreciated the dress worn in the 
pool compared to the shorts and shirts we now had on. I 
really wanted to see more skin and thought it would be a 
real improvement if I could get them into their 
nightwear. I took the lead by telling them I was going 
to take a shower to get the chlorine off. 

I showered and even shaved. I put some cologne on and 
then to set the dress code I wore my boxers with 
bathrobe. I left the front open way down to my stomach 
so they would see that I did not overdress, hoping they 
would follow suit. Wendy went in next. I asked Megan if 
she was enjoying herself. She said she was very happy to 
have Wendy here. 

I asked how she knew where Wendy's ticklish spot was. 
She said she remembered from back when they were kids. 
"But how did you find her spot?" I pressed. "Well, I 
guess we poked around at each other until we found it. 
Why do you care?" She asked. I was feeling bold and knew 
Wendy would be out soon, "I found it particularly 
exciting seeing you tickling her. Did you enjoy touching 
Wendy?" My hard-on returned to its glory just thinking 
about it. Megan noticed the lump at the front of my 
robe. 

"I see you are still enjoying it. I liked it too, but 
not to the same extent. You know I really prefer it 
slow, that was all happening pretty fast." she 
deflected. "Yes, but did you like touching Wendy's 
thighs? I thought I also saw you touching her rear too?" 
I pressed. "I did not! It was accidental anyway. I liked 
touching her. She feels good. But it is not the same." 
she said. "You were not aroused by it at all?" I pressed 
again. "Maybe a little." The bathroom door opened and 
Wendy brought those long bare legs back in. 

Just as planned she was again in her short black robe. 
She was brushing her hair as she entered and sat back 
down in her armchair. I could smell a faint whiff of 
perfume as she passed by. A good sign I thought. Megan 
went next. Wendy and I talked about life in Southern 
California. While not talking directly about it, it was 
clear her married life was not so great. She was very 
complimentary about Megan and my priorities. I felt bad 
for her, she really is a wonderful person. I would not 
trade my wife for anyone, but I think Wendy would make a 
good second choice. I heard our daughter begin to cry 
from her bed and cringed. I did not want her to wake the 
others. 

I went in and brought her out. She was obviously hungry. 
I was about to get Megan from the bathroom when Wendy 
said she would hold her. I thought, well how is that 
going to work? I handed her over. Wendy cradled her and 
rocked her walking back and forth. She is definitely 
hungry, and she knows just were to go for food. She is 
trying to suckle. Wendy had her robe opened in front and 
my daughter had her mouth right where Wendy's nipple 
must be. The only thing in the way was her silky top. I 
could now see what she was wearing under her robe 
because it was untied and fully open. 

She was wearing a garment that is kind of tube shaped 
with one strap going over each shoulder. It only covers 
to most of the way up her thigh. I could not see the 
sides but I suspect it was just about like one Megan has 
with slits up the sides. Back to the baby problem. I 
could clearly see that Wendy's other nipple was fully 
erect poking against the material of her nightshirt. My 
daughter suckling through her nightshirt excited her. 
Meg happened to finish and joined us. 

"She is hungry Meg. May I feed her?" Wendy inquired. "I 
did not know you were still breastfeeding your son." Meg 
answered. "Well I weaned him a while ago, but I feel my 
body responding to her cry of hunger. If you don't mind. 
I'm not sure my milk will come in or not." Wendy 
explained. "Go ahead. I'll have to nurse her too though. 
My breasts are getting full." Meg agreed. Just like 
that, Wendy pushed the right strap off of her shoulder 
and lowered the garment to expose her breast right in 
front of us. My daughter latched right on and greedily 
sucked. 

Wendy responded with a sigh, "I think it's working. I 
forgot how good this feels." Wendy explained, and then 
looked at me "Don't you wish you had breasts?" "I have 
all I can handle tonight right here in this room thank 
you." I decided I was going to be bold and see what 
happens. Soon enough the baby started crying again. 
Wendy figured she ran out of milk and handed her to 
Megan. Who in turn dropped a strap and allowed our 
daughter free access to one of hers. Wendy was 
straightening out her top while sitting down. 

Megan was wearing almost the exact same nightshirt as 
Wendy's except it was gold instead of black. Meg sat on 
her chair with our daughter at her breast. When she sat 
of course her nightshirt crept way up. Unfortunately our 
daughter was lying across her lap. Otherwise it would be 
a cinch to see her knickers. She asked me if I would 
massage her feet while she nursed. I brought my wine 
glass and sat on the floor in front of her. Meg stated 
about how she loves being massaged while feeding. It is 
so relaxing and stimulating at the same time. Wendy said 
she was great at giving massages. 

Without saying anything she came down by my side and 
took Megan's left foot and began to massage it. I said 
to do a good job we needed oil and went for the bottle 
in the dresser drawer. I squirted a liberal amount about 
halfway up her chin and let it run down. Wendy took the 
bottle and started pouring from her knee. We worked her 
feet over and over again. I started to focus on her 
lower leg, working the oil into her calf muscles. The 
girls were chatting about giving birth and all the work 
involved in raising kids, etc., etc. 

In a few minutes the baby had fallen asleep. Meg 
giggled, "Look at her precious mouth." We kneeled up and 
saw the baby's mouth still in a sucking position but it 
had pulled away from Meg's extended nipple. There was 
milk dribbling out the side of her mouth and down her 
cheek. "Lucky kid," I blurted out. 

I reached for Megan's nipple and gently rolled it 
between my fingers. "Mmmmm," she expressed. I told her 
to lie down and we would finish her massage. Wendy was 
on Meg's right and I on her left as she made herself 
comfortable on her stomach. I dribbled some oil up her 
left leg from her calf up to the top of her thigh. Meg 
only had on her top and panty bottom. Her top ended at 
the bottom of her panties. I handed the oil to Wendy and 
she poured the oil the same as I had. I started to work 
the oil in from her calf up to her thigh. Wendy followed 
suit. 

I followed the bottom edge of Meg's panty line from her 
hip down between her legs. Wendy's fingers touched mine 
as we moved to the center. I was careful not touch her 
panties yet. I wanted to go to her shoulders and work my 
way down again and into her panties with Wendy 
following. We poured some oil into our palms and laid 
hands on her neck, rubbing outward to her shoulders. I 
gently slid the strap of Meg's top off her shoulder. The 
upper edge of Meg's top ended at about mid shoulder 
blade height. Wendy and I deeply rubbed the oil into her 
shoulders and neck. I ran some oil down Megs arm and 
handed the bottle off to Wendy. 

I rubbed the oil in from her shoulder down to her hand. 
I grabbed each finger and stroked each like it was an 
erect penis. Slowly, methodically stroking each finger 
Wendy was right with me. Lowering my head to her hand I 
took her index finger into my mouth and pretended it was 
a lollypop. I slid it in and out. I strained my eyes up 
to see the erotic sight Wendy was making as she mimicked 
me. I massaged my way back up to Meg's shoulders then 
worked my way up her neck and to her face. 

Only her left side was exposed as she lay on her stomach 
with her head turned to the side. We were both massaging 
Meg's face and scalp. I slid my oily fingers across her 
lips, then traced them around several times. Wendy 
worked her way to Megs' lips and cheek too. I slid my 
index finger into her mouth and Meg sucked it right in. 
I slid my finger in and out of her mouth then yielded 
for Wendy to do the same. It was very exciting for me to 
see my wife sucking on Wendy's finger like she was 
giving oral sex to it. 

I was now working my way down her back. I motioned that 
I wanted to take Meg's top off. She just raised her arms 
then lifted herself onto her elbows as Wendy and I slid 
the top up and off. Now my wife was lying in front of us 
with only her bikini panties on. I ran oil all over her 
back and we immediately started to work it into her 
skin. 

Wendy started at Meg's right shoulder and I on her left 
as we massaged our way down to the elastic band of Meg's 
panties. We worked our way up and down not missing an 
inch of skin. I jumped over her panties to her thighs 
again and worked up toward her panties. Once reaching 
the leg opening of her panty I stopped massaging and 
took my index finger and placed it on her backbone about 
halfway up. Wendy followed along. I slowly traced her 
backbone down to her panty and then traced the edge of 
her panty all the way around and down to the carpet. 
Then jumped down to the leg opening and traced the edge 
over her cheek and down between her legs as far as I 
could reach. 

I retraced the way back out and up her back again. Going 
back down this time I pushed the material down about and 
inch while tracing the same path. Wendy was doing the 
same on her side. Two more times and most of Meg's 
bottom was exposed. 

With both hands I oiled up and grabbed onto her cheek 
and massaged up to her lower back and down to mid thigh. 
I was allowing my finger to go deep between her legs and 
into her crack. I noticed Wendy was hesitant to go as 
deep. My wife was responding by arching her back which 
spread her crack more. I am not sure she meant to but 
her left hand reached to her panty and pushed it down a 
little as though to indicate she wanted me to remove her 
panties. I took her left side and started to pull it 
down. 

Wendy did not follow. I think she was not sure she 
should. I reached over and took her hand and hooked her 
fingers under Megan's right panty band and indicate that 
she should pull them down. We slid them off as Meg rose 
up to accommodate the maneuver. I now poured oil all 
over Meg's bare bottom and rubbed my hand up and down 
allowing my fingers to penetrate deep into her crack. I 
was following the line from her tailbone down to her 
pussy and back up again. Each time adding downward 
pressure. 

Again Wendy would follow but not go down into her crack 
and all the way down to her pussy. I took her hand and 
placed my fingers over hers and traced the path down and 
up. On the way down I deliberately pushed Wendy's 
fingers fully in and slowly traced over Meg's rear 
opening and down into her very, very wet pussy. We slid 
two fingers in and then back up and around her anal 
opening. I pushed Wendy's fingers in a little and out 
again. 

Meg responded by spreading her legs a little and fully 
arching her back for maximum access. I let Wendy's 
fingers go then took my index finger and slid it into 
her pussy as far as possible. I pulled it out and did 
the same with each of the four fingers on my right hand. 
I then rubbed them lightly across Meg's lips. Back and 
fourth until she opened them and sucked them into her 
mouth. I pushed Wendy's hand down for her to imitate. 
She finally did and Meg almost came when Wendy put her 
first finger into her. 

I motioned for Meg to turn over onto her back. Once in 
place Wendy poured oil from her shoulders to her knees 
which we quickly rubbed in. Meg kept her eyes closed the 
entire time. I knew Meg would have milk in her breasts 
from the excitement. I took hold of her right breast and 
started milking it. Tiny jets of milk squirted out in 
arches across her body. I collected a little in my hand 
and dripped it on Meg's lips. Her tongue quickly licked 
it clean. Wendy and I started rubbing Meg down from top 
to bottom. Meg grabbed my hand and pushed it to her 
pussy indicating she wanted me to finger her. Then she 
reached out and pulled at my boxer shorts like I should 
take them off. 

I needed both hands to do this so I again took Wendy's 
hand and placed it at Meg's pussy for her to take over. 
I stood to remove my robe and shorts. After a couple 
seconds Meg grabbed Wendy's hand and directed her first 
two fingers to slide into and out of her pussy while her 
thumb was to massage her clitoris. As soon as I knelt 
back down Meg grabbed my hard-on and started stroking 
it. 

With her left hand, Meg was rubbing Wendy's arms and 
shoulders. She would reach up and gently pull her hair 
and massage her face and slide her fingers in and out of 
Wendy's mouth. She even reached for and was playing with 
Wendy's tits, squeezing her nipples. 

My left hand was massaging Megan's tits and rolling her 
nipple through my fingers. I transferred my right hand 
to Wendy. I rubbed up her back inside of her top then 
down and back up her leg over her bottom. I was starting 
to work my fingers between her legs and up. Wendy had 
spread her legs to accommodate my advances. I could 
clearly feel her moisture soaking through her panties. 

Megan moved both hands to her pussy and started pumping 
her hips into the air as she came. She makes this 
squealing noise. Her back was fully arched and her pussy 
was way up into the air pulsing with the waves of 
pleasure washing over her. After 20 seconds or so she 
came down and her hands again were split between Wendy 
and me. 

Now both of my hands were exploring our guest's body. 
Meg pulled at Wendy to move closer. She repositioned 
herself so that she was on all fours directly over the 
top of Megan. Her top was hanging down onto Meg so I 
started to slide it over Wendy's head. She did not 
resist. Now Wendy was on hands and knees directly over 
my wife wearing only her panties while both of my hands 
and one of Megs were rubbing in every place of Wendy's 
excited body. I took the oil and poured a line down the 
center of her back and began to rub it in. I quickly 
found my way under her panties and down her crack and 
into her pussy. 

My wife was rubbing Wendy's tits and back when I took 
her hand and slid it down Wendy's belly and over her 
pussy. I took two of her fingers and rubbed around her 
clitoris and then into her pussy and out again. I then 
took her fingers up to Wendy's lips which she took in 
and sucked clean. I was running my free hand up and down 
her crack and into her pussy and back up again. I used 
my index finger to circle her anus and gently pushed in 
and withdrew several times. I slid her panties down her 
legs; she instinctively raised her knees to allow me to 
remove them completely. 

Megan resumed her manipulations of Wendy's clitoris and 
pussy then pushed my cock back towards the rear of Wendy 
indicating she wanted me to move behind her. I 
repositioned myself and Meg let go of my painfully hard 
dick. When she withdrew her hand from my hard-on there 
was quite a bit of my precum that had run onto her 
fingers. She put this to Wendy's lips and the mess was 
quickly cleaned up with her tongue. Megan reached down 
between Wendy's legs and took hold of me again. 

This time she was rubbing the head of my penis up and 
down Wendy's dripping wet pussy. She would rub it side 
to side across her clit then up and down her opening. 
After a couple times my wife slowly pulled me into her 
friend's opening. I naturally started pumping in and 
out. Slowly at first then faster and faster. Meg had one 
hand on my balls and one pulling on Wendy's nipples. 
After I was up to speed Meg transferred her hand from my 
balls to Wendy's clit and started massaging it. I could 
not hold out any longer. Wendy too was ready to come. 
She started moaning out loud in time with each stroke. 
Her back was fully arched and her eyes squeezed tight. 

Just then Meg started chanting "Give it to her. Give it 
to her" we both went over the edge. I was holding her 
hips as tight as I could while ramming into her as hard 
as I could. After shooting into her everything I had, we 
just stayed motionless, locked in that position for at 
least 30 seconds. Then we collapsed onto Megan while 
regaining our breaths. 

After uncoupling and wiping up. I had the girls lay on 
their backs next to each other while I inspected their 
bodies. I waxed eloquent about their overwhelming 
performances. I could not wait for the next couple of 
days to unfold. 

END

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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