Indefinite Antecedents - Grammar Unapproved (MF, F mast) 

"What'cha doin', hon?"

"I'm reviewing a story by a new author.  He's got good themes but
sometimes has grammatical lapses and his Tom Swifties are strained,"
Celeste said critically.

Turning to look at her husband, she first noticed the lump in his
sweat pants.  Then, looking up, she saw that he had his thumbs stuck
in his ears with his fingers spread wide.  "You look like Bullwinkle."

"I know," Roger said.  "I'm feeling a little horny tonight."  Walking
over to stand behind her, he began stroking her earlobes and then her
neck to the collar of her tee shirt.

Celeste had just finished reading a series of good stories so her
panties were already damp.  Not that it took much for these panties.
They were a thong design with a brief front panel.  The exhibitionist
feeling she got from wearing these was heightened by the fact that she
didn't trim her bikini line at this time of year.  Even when she stood
up, her luxuriant curls that framed her pussy would also frame these
panties.  "MOM!! You're showing.  Gross!," one of her daughters had
commented.

As Roger's hands drifted lower, Celeste felt a new flood of juice.
The fact that Roger had been out of town on business for the past two
nights magnified all her responses.

"Does this story include straight male/female fucking," he inquired?

"Yes, and very hot, too."

"Perhaps you could provide a better critique if you had some recent
experience to compare and contrast."

Just then the phone rang.  Celeste could see Roger's momentary
deflation as he reached to answer it.

"Hello.  Hi, Rose.  Yes, of course she's here."  Roger grinned as he
handed the phone to Celeste.  Remembering the last phone call from
Rose, he quickly planned his new seduction strategy.

"Hello, Rose," Celeste said with a slight distraction.  She watched as
Roger fished an ice cube out of her water glass.  

"After the last lesson you gave me, I went shopping in C_____.  They
have some shops that sell toys like the ones you showed me," Rose
said.

"Uh-huh," Celeste mumbled.  Roger was gently rubbing her nipple with
the ice cube.  The tee shirt was just enough insulation that the
sensation was erotic rather than painful.

"After I heard you mention the other day that Roger was out of town, I
remembered that you used your toys sometimes while talking on the
phone.  Jeff is out of town himself tonight so I thought that we might
both want to play with our toys.  With Roger back that spoils it,"
Rose pouted.

"Oooh nooo," Celeste moaned involuntarily as Roger surprised her by
tweaking her other nipple.

"You and Roger are playing again, just like the last time I called,
aren't you," Rose asked excitedly, recognizing Celeste's sexual
response.

"Uh-huuuh," responded Celeste as Roger lifted her tee shirt to suck on
the first nipple while shifting the remaining sliver of ice to the
other breast.  

"This will be more fun than I imagined," said Rose.  "You just pretend
to carry on a conversation like you did last time and let me listen.
I'll handle my end as I need to."

Celeste had never found the right time to tell Roger about the results
of the last talk she had had with Rose.  Now didn't seem right,
either. Remembering Rose's handiwork of two weeks ago, Celeste decided
to keep up the phone call.  Knowing she was playing a dangerous game
with her partner heightened her arousal.

"Okaaay," she said as Roger slid two cold, wet fingers into her
panties and across her clit.  "Rose is calling about baking Magic Bars
for the upcoming PTA bake sale," she said to Roger while allowing Rose
to hear also.

"Yeah, I'm cooking, but it's more like peach pie, not Magic Bars.  Let
me describe my set-up," said Rose.  "I'm wearing a jade green negligee
that has a plunging neckline.  But to heck with that!  I've got one of
my breasts out of the bodice and I'm stroking it.  You remember how
you liked to watch my tits sway?  I'm on my knees leaning slightly
forward so my tit can swing slowly and graze the nipple along my
palm."

"Oh gracious, those butterscotch bits just melt in your mouth,"
Celeste exclaimed.  Roger had pulled her panties to the side and was
using just the tip of his tongue to lightly run up and down her cunt
lips.  She could feel the juices from her pussy begin to dribble down
her ass crack.

"I'll bet Roger has his head between your legs by now.  Right?" Rose
said.

"Of course.  The boys gobble them up," replied Celeste as she used her
free hand to pull Roger firmly into her pussy.

"Well, I've got something for my pussy, too. John Henry's about 10
inches long and two inches in diameter.  It's really life-like with a
nice ridge around the head and veins showing on the underside," Rose
breathed into the phone.  "I can feel my dew beginning to run down my
leg, but I think I'll suck on it a little to get it ready to go in."

"I should do that, tooooo," moaned Celeste as the first orgasm washed
over her.  As she rested for a few seconds, she could hear Rose
slurping around her toy.  Then she pulled Roger up and licked her own
juices from his face.  Thrusting her hand into his sweat pants she
grabbed his prick.  Roger helped by pushing the pants southward
providing much needed freedom for his member.  Celeste admired his
staff.  "Maybe not ten inches," she thought, "but more than two inches
across.  Better than that, the workman sure knows how to use his
tool."

She plunged her mouth forward over the shaft.  Imitating Rose, she
slurped a little around it.

Rose squealed.  "You're sucking him.  Oh, I can just imagine that.
How nice and hot it must feel in your mouth.  I bet you like to
swallow all he can give you, both solid and liquid," Rose chuckled.

"Well naturally, you've got to get nutrition in there." Celeste
stopped long enough to get out a complete sentence. Roger bucked his
hips in mild frustration.  To compensate, she grabbed the K-Y out of
the drawer and used it to lubricate her finger.  Celeste slowly spread
the K-Y along Roger's crack.  She knew how it excited him to be
caressed like that.  She pressed her finger into his nether-hole.  She
pressed in until she felt his prostate.  Then, she began to caress his
prostate in sync with her head movements.

"I'm going to use my friend, now," Rose related to Celeste.  "I'm on
my back.  I've got to ease John Henry in slowly.  I'm up on an elbow
watching it go in.  The head's inside now.  It feels sooo good.  I'm
pulling it back out to feel that again.  Ooooh, there it goes back in.
It's about half in.  It feels so good and I'm so fucking wet.  I just
imagine you now, with your lips wrapped around his cock.  I'll bet
he's tugging on your tits.  Now John Henry is all the way in.  I feel
so full, but so, so good.  Every time I pull him out, he rolls my lips
out so I can see how red and hot they are.  I remember your pussy with
your thumb in it and two fingers in your ass.  That was so sexy!"

As she was currently otherwise occupied, Celeste had not added to this
running commentary, but now Roger pulled out of her mouth and pulled
her toward the floor.  Fortunately the phone had a long cord.  "The
oven is set to hot," Celeste commented to Rose.  She lay on her back
waiting for Roger.

"I hope you let him do your ass again," Rose blurted.  "I get so
excited every time I think about that, that big schlong of his in your
pretty rear.  I've got another friend here to take care of me, too.
It's only about four inches long and three-fourths of an inch in
diameter, but with K-Y, it will slip right into my ass."

Celeste caught Roger right as he was entering her.  "You've got to
butter the pan all over, especially the back, Rose," she said as she
rolled over.  Roger was quick on the uptake.  Grabbing the K-Y, he
pulled the thong to the side and lubed Celeste's brown pucker then
started to slide in.

"I've got little Johnny at the back door.  How far should I slip it
in?" Celeste heard over the phone.
 "How far do you want me in?" Celeste heard in her other ear.

"Use the WHOLE STICK ... of butter." Celeste answered to both
questions.

"Oooh.  I can't believe how good this feels," Rose said to Celeste.
"What about you?"

"Yes, that's really good," Celeste gasped as Roger reached around to
stroke her clit.

Conversation lagged for the next minute.  Rose and Roger ended up
synchronizing their panting with Celeste's.  Suddenly, Roger slammed
his hips forward as if trying to weld himself to his wife's ass.
Celeste fell over the top just after.  "They get all gooey and melt
together when they're done," Celeste almost whispered into the phone.

A trilling sound came over the phone to Celeste's ear.  "Rose, you
need to get your husband to fuck your ass the way my husband just
reamed mine!"

"I know," Rose said wistfully as she hung up.