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Dale shut off the engine. “Well, this is our last chance to wimp out.”

  “Not really. We’ll have lots more chances to wimp out. We’re really not committed to this whole endeavor until his cock has penetrated me, and even then we can call it quits early.”

  “Wow. Such power we have.”

  “Indeed.”

  Dale frowned. “I wonder if we should have picked up a bottle of wine or something to bring as a gift. We wouldn’t want to be a rude guest.”

  Theresa ran a hand over her breasts. “I think we have a perfectly good gift for him.”

  “Yeah, but this is one he has to return.”

  “You mean he has to give back his orgasm?”

  “Okay, I’m cutting this particular conversation short before it gets completely weirded out.” Dale opened the car door, effectively ending the conversation.

  They got out of the car and walked up to Jeremy’s front door. Theresa stumbled on the way, but she was certain it was nerves and not a lack of ability to master the fine art of walking.

  She couldn’t believe this was actually going to happen. Again. She kept telling herself that it was all a continuation of Dale’s joke back at home, that the door would open and it really would be fifty-year-old Jeremy Tuttle from the Christmas party.

  Dale rang the doorbell. Theresa wiped her sweaty hands on her slacks.

  The door swung open.

  “I’ll be damned, it’s somebody I’ve wanted to see again for a long time.” Jeremy beamed from the doorway. He looked every bit as good as he had last year. Maybe even better. His black hair was slightly longer, but he was still clean-shaven and nicely tanned. He also appeared to have been hitting the gym on a regular basis.

  Theresa hesitated. What was she supposed to do? Give him a hug? A kiss? Grab his dick?

  Jeremy extended his arms, and she gave him a tight tug.

  “It’s so good to see you again,” she said.

  “Come on in, I’ll show you around the place.” Jeremy stepped out of the doorway and waved for them to come inside. “I just moved here, so you’ll have to excuse the mess.”

  Theresa walked into his apartment. Several cardboard boxes were stacked against the living room walls, but aside from that the place was remarkably tidy. The carpet showed the telltale tracks of having been recently vacuumed, and the air smelled of cinnamon. She saw a pair of red candles burning on the entertainment center.

  “Very nice,” she remarked.

  “Thanks. I’ve got a lot of decorating to do, but I’m happy with it.”

  Dale shut the door behind him as a small dog hurried into the room. It was a black-and-white Boston terrier, and it rushed over to Dale, who crouched down and scratched its head.

  “That’s Goob.” Jeremy introduced the two politely.

  “Hi, Goob.” Dale let the dog lick his hand.

  “Goob is not an intelligent dog, but he’s a friendly one.” Jeremy took Theresa by the hand. “Here, I’ll show you the rest of the place.” He led her into the kitchen. “Not a lot of room in here, but I really don’t cook all that much.”

  “It’s nice.”

  He led her back through the living room and down a short hallway. “The luxurious bathroom, of course, and then my bedroom.”

  The bedroom seemed to be the only room he’d had time to completely decorate. A dark blue comforter covered the king-sized bed. A large television sat on a dresser, and the walls decorated with Charlie Chaplin movie posters.

  “I didn’t know you liked Chaplin,” Theresa said.

  “There’s a lot you don’t know about me.” He pressed his hand against the mattress, causing it to ripple. “Waterbed.”

  “Oooooooh.”

  Dale walked into the room, followed closely by Goob. “Hey, nice posters.”

  “Thanks. Can I offer you two anything to drink? Beer, wine, soda…?”

  “I’ll have a beer,” Dale said.

  “A glass of water is fine,” Theresa replied.

  “Lemon?”

  “That’d be great.”

  “Okay, well, let’s have a seat in the living room and get reacquainted.”

  * * * * *

  “It was a beautiful wedding,” Theresa told him. “My mom cried the entire time.”

  “I’ll bet.”

  “The honeymoon was wonderful, of course. We went on a cruise.”

  “I’ve always wanted to do that, but never have.”

  “You should,” Dale said.

  “I intend to.”

  They’d been politely talking for about twenty minutes. Theresa was always up for friendly conversation, but she had to admit that this one was driving her absolutely bonkers. There’d been no innuendo, no naughty glances, no nothing. Both of the men were so well behaved that it almost made her want to scream.

  Okay, calm down. You haven’t even been here half an hour. You’re a mature, patient adult, and you don’t need them to just throw you onto the bed and start fucking you like wild animals…

  Although that would be nice.

  “They really aren’t that expensive.” Dale seemed to be stuck on the topic of cruises. “You’d think they would be, but in a regular vacation you’re paying for hotel and food, and that’s pretty much the cost of the cruise right there.”

  C’mon, talk about sex! Sex talk!

  Theresa was more than a little ashamed of herself for feeling this way. Of course they should have a nice conversation to catch up on their lives since they parted ways those many months ago…

  But she was so very horny.

  Screw it. There were social situations where it behooved one to behave with patience and decorum, but this was not one of them. She knew why she was there, they knew why they were there (well, Jeremy was there because it was his apartment and he lived there, but he knew why he invited Theresa and Dale there), so it was time to get down to it.

  “Well, I hate to be rude,” Theresa said, getting to her feet, “but I think I’m going to head for the bedroom.” She walked away without saying another word and without looking back.

  Not surprisingly, the men followed her.

  “You know what I’ve never done on a waterbed?” she asked, climbing onto the mattress.

  “What’s that?” Jeremy’s gaze was intently focused on her movements.

  “Get fucked by two guys at once.” She flopped onto her back, arms stretched over her head. “Come and get me, gentlemen.”

  The men climbed onto the waterbed with her, Dale on her right, Jeremy on her left. She turned her head and gave Dale a lingering kiss on the lips.

  “Thank you for this,” she whispered.

  “Not a problem.”

  They adjusted their positions a bit, making sure everybody was comfy, and then Jeremy’s hands began to roam her sides while she resumed kissing Dale.

  Dale cupped one of her breasts as their tongues met.

  Oh, yeah. This was nice.

  She broke the kiss with Dale, winked at him, and then turned to give a kiss to Jeremy. He responded quite well, and she slid her tongue into his mouth without hesitation.

  His groin was pressed against her leg, and she could feel him already growing hard.

  She reached down and patted Dale’s crotch. He was getting hard as well.

  Excellent.

  She turned her head back and forth, alternating kisses with her men as they ran their hands all over her clothed body, or at least as far as they could reach while staying within kissing distance. There’d be no strawberries-on-sticks in this encounter.

  Jeremy caressed her belly, and her blouse started to come free of her pants. What a pity.

  As she kissed him, Dale began to unbutton her shirt. She took Jeremy’s hand and placed it on the hem of her blouse. He took the hint and helped unbutton it.

  When they were done, Dale took one side, Jeremy took the other, and they pulled her blouse open, exposing her nippleless bra.

  “Oh, now that’s awesome,” Jeremy breathed.

  “You li
ke?”

  “I like.” He caressed her breast, thumb sliding gently over the nipple.

  The men looked at each other, and as if sending some sort of psychic signal, they simultaneously lowered their heads and each took a breast.

  Dale was so hard that it felt like his pants were constricting, crushing him. He remembered the intense tingle he’d felt the last time he’d shared Theresa with Jeremy, and it was back with a vengeance. Just seeing this, the look of pure lust in her eyes, was enough to make the entire experience worth it.

  What was missing from last time was the initial jealousy. In theory, it should have been worse. After all, he and Theresa were married now. This wasn’t fulfilling a sexual fantasy before the wedding; this was sharing his wife with another man.

  And it made him outrageously horny.

  He kissed the underside of her breast through the bra as he looked over at Jeremy, who was already licking her nipple.

  What an incredible sight.

  Dale smiled. This whole situation might be weird. It might be morally wrong. He didn’t care. Tonight he and Jeremy were going to fuck his dear wife until they burst the waterbed.

  Jeremy ran his tongue over her hard nipple, loving the taste and smell of her. He’d had a lot of sex in his life, a lot of good sex, but Theresa had always held a special place in his heart. It was just her…her exuberance about the whole thing. The spark in her eye, the I-can’t-believe-this-is-happening-to-me grin, the pure joy she conveyed.

  Oh, sure, there were most definitely other factors. She was beautiful, had a nice body, plenty of flexibility, and a tight pussy. But really, it was less about the physical elements of their encounter and more about her sheer love of the act.

  And it was obvious that she and Dale were truly, deeply in love. Enough in love to share an experience like this without it destroying their relationship. A lot of couples couldn’t handle it, but they seemed to have done just fine. If Dale had any problems with the current events, he certainly wasn’t showing it. A man didn’t attack a breast with that much gusto unless he really liked what he was doing.

  He couldn’t believe he was getting another night with them. He’d make Theresa’s two-guys-at-once fantasies come true anytime.

  “Ooohhh…oohhhh that’s lovely…”

  Now both of the men were sucking on their appointed nipples, sending waves of pleasure down all the way to her toes and then back up again to the top of her head, colliding with other waves of pleasure on the return trip. There was just absolutely nothing like having both of her nipples sucked at once.

  She was really wet. And since she was wearing crotchless panties, the first hand to probe her pussy through her slacks would discover just how horny she was.

  She ran her hands through both of her men’s hair as they continued to pleasure her breasts. She could lie here like this forever…

  Well, no, not really. There were other activities to enjoy this evening as well. But she could certainly lie here for a good long while.

  And she did.

  It was with some reluctance that Theresa finally allowed them to abandon her breasts. She couldn’t complain too much, though, because Jeremy moved down and unbuttoned her slacks.

  Dale unzipped them.

  They pulled them off together.

  “Oh, wow, that’s even better than the bra.” Jeremy gazed at her wet, exposed pussy.

  “I’m into conservation of fabric,” Theresa told him.

  Jeremy licked his lips. “The problem we have now is that there were two breasts, so it was easy to make sure we got an equitable share. But we have to figure out who gets to taste this fine pussy first.”

  Dale looked between her legs as well. “You’re right. It’s a quandary.”

  “There’s only one solution,” said Theresa. “You’ll have to mud wrestle for it.”

  Dale turned to Jeremy. “Got any mud?”

  “I used up the last of it this morning. Sorry.”

  Theresa ran a finger through her pubic hair. “Tapioca wrestling, then.”

  “No tapioca, either. There’s been a wave of tapioca thievery in these parts recently, and sadly, my refrigerator wasn’t safe.”

  “Well, I don’t know what to do.” Theresa moved her finger down over her wetness. “I only have one pussy.”

  “Then I’m going to sacrifice myself and let Dale have dibs on it,” Jeremy said magnanimously.

  “You’d do that for me?”

  Jeremy nodded. “I would.”

  “That’s truly generous of you. I don’t know when I’ve been more touched.”

  “Well, don’t feel too bad for me.” Jeremy patted Theresa’s leg. “Roll over. I get the cute ass.”

  Theresa immediately rolled over, sending ripples through the waterbed.

  “Oh, yeah, I remember this.” Jeremy slid his hand over her buttock.

  “Do you?”

  “Not something I could forget.”

  “Do you remember it like this?” Theresa got up onto her hands and knees, lifting her ass in the air and giving him an excellent view through her panties.

  “It’s burned into my memory.”

  “Just the sight of it, or is it one of those complete memories with all of your senses?”

  “You know, I’m thinking I remember it pretty well, but I should probably refresh my memory if possible.”

  Theresa wiggled her ass. “Do what you need to do.”

  Jeremy placed a hand on each of her buttocks (at least she thought they were both his hands), pushed her panties aside as much as possible, and then she felt his tongue slide between her cheeks. She moaned and squeezed her eyes shut as he gently licked her.

  Nothing like a good rim job to refresh the ol’ memory.

  He caressed her ass cheeks as he licked, and she rocked back and forth. Since she was on the waterbed, she found herself rocking back and forth a little more than she intended, but Jeremy didn’t seem to be complaining.

  Jeremy’s tongue began to probe. She quivered.

  She opened her eyes and looked over at Dale, who was on the side of the bed watching the action with a wide smile. She wanted to ask him to come over and suck her tits some more, but if he was enjoying the show, she’d let him keep watching.

  Jeremy kneaded her buttocks and spread them as he licked. He was keeping to his agreement and not licking any lower, proving that he was an honorable man.

  She was in no hurry for this to end, and Dale seemed to be in no hurry for this to end, so she stayed right where she was, rocking back and forth, letting Jeremy lick and lick and lick.

  It felt so, so good.

  After about five or six or, hell, maybe even ten minutes, Jeremy pulled away. “Let me know when you want your turn,” he said to Dale.

  “You’re doing fine.”

  Jeremy returned to the tongue action with even more vigor.

  He kept it up for several more minutes and seemed to be willing to continue for a good long while. But Theresa’s pussy was wet—dripping wet—and it needed some attention too, so she finally lowered herself and rolled over.

  “Dale’s turn,” she announced.

  As Dale got between her legs and started licking away, she noted that both of her men were still fully dressed. This was not acceptable.

  Theresa grabbed a couple of pillows and used them to prop herself up a bit. “Hey, Jeremy, why don’t you get naked and show me that long-lost cock?”

  Jeremy slid from the bed and pulled off his shirt.

  Dale lapped hungrily at her pussy. Theresa’s legs were spread as wide as she could manage without breaking any bones. She kept her eyes glued to Jeremy as he stripped out of his pants, revealing white briefs that were stretched almost to the breaking point by his erection.

  “Unleash that poor thing,” Theresa crooned. “It craves its freedom.”

  Instead, Jeremy removed his socks. Dale pressed his entire mouth over Theresa’s pussy as he licked and licked.

  Theresa glared at Jeremy. “I sai
d, show me your cock.”

  “Actually, that’s not exactly what you said.”

  “Don’t get technical with me, buster.”

  Dale raised his head. “You’d better show her your cock. When she wants to see one, she can be pretty demanding.” Theresa pushed down on his head so he could get back to the oral sex.

  Jeremy nodded, then yanked his shorts down to his knees. His erection popped free, and what an erection it was. It wasn’t a monster cock at just over six inches, but it was oh-so-pleasing, and she knew that Jeremy was quite adept at its use.

  He stood naked, arms at his sides. “Does this work for you?”

  “Oh yes, it works fine. Bring it right the hell over here.” She patted Dale gently on the head. “And you, I’m sitting on your face.”

  They adjusted their positions so that Dale was lying on his back. Theresa squatted over him, facing his feet, and lowered herself down onto his tongue. Jeremy crouched on his knees next to her, and she leaned over, bringing her mouth right next to his cock.

  And then, without pretense, she began to suck on it.

  Yeah, yeah, she could have gone for a nice, long sensual lick, maybe even some kisses, but she was in the mood to suck cock. So she sucked it. Greedily.

  Jeremy groaned with pleasure.

  Dale kept licking, his hands on her ass.

  Theresa took Jeremy into her mouth as far as she could handle without gagging, tongue swirling over his warm skin. She could feel his penis twitching in her mouth, and wondered if he was already about to come.

  “Oh, that feels incredible,” said Jeremy, leaning his head back. “I just can’t tell you how great that is.”

  Theresa would have responded, but her mouth was occupied. She cupped his balls with one hand and gently stroked the underside of his cock with her thumb.

  She bore down on Dale’s face a little harder, although not hard enough to smother her poor husband.

  Damn, it just wasn’t fair to him that he was trapped in those awful clothes while she and Jeremy got to enjoy the delightful world of nudity. She pulled her mouth away from Jeremy’s cock, gave the very tip of it a quick kiss, and then raised herself up from Dale’s face. He lifted his head to follow her.

  “Your turn to get nekkid,” she said.