The Piper Navajo was descending through seventy-two hundred feet.  There were
some puffy clouds around, mostly along the coast but for the most part, it was
clear and sunny.

".....Approach, Navajo 89196 is coming right to two-nine-zero, descending to four
thousand."

"Roger...Navajo 89196.  Call with the field in sight."

"Field's in sight...Navajo 196."

The Navajo was descending about seven hundred feet per minute at almost a hundred
and eighty knots indicated.  Tom Sunset switched to intercom and told his
passengers to buckle up for landing.  He glanced into the rear and saw his wife,
Laurie, was already buckled up but noticed his six charter passengers start
looking for their seat belts.  Fucking civilians - the same kind of jerks who
drive around in a car without their seat belts on and then sue the car
manufacturer when they get fucked up in an auto accident.

Tom is an air force retiree, flying for a small charter company out of Las Vegas.
 The plane he was flying had been chartered by a group of people visiting Las
Vegas to gamble and then on the spur of the moment, they decided to go to San
Diego for the Super Bowl.  Tom wondered how they got tickets at the "spur of the
moment ?"

It was 24 January.  His passengers arranged for the charter yesterday and then
early this morning decided they wanted to come down the day before the game,
"...to party a bit."  There were six of them, three couples  - all attractive and
much younger than Tom and Laurie's mid-forties.  The "guy" told Tom, "they'd
probably leave after the game...sometime."

Tom asked if his wife could come along.  The "guy" said, "no problem." So Laurie
was sitting in the back, reading a book, as they descended into the San Diego
Terminal Control Area - excuse me, the Class "B" airspace.  The "guy" wanted to
sit in the co-pilot's seat and that always pissed Tom off.  They always asked the
same fucking questions.  "Can I fly a little ?" - "What's this thing here ?" -
"How fast are we going ?" - "What do you need all these maps for ?"  Tom'd had
his fill of giving instruction after twenty years in the air force.

"I'm sorry, Navajo 196, I was on another line.  Did you say you had the field in
sight ?"

"Roger, Approach.  Got the field in sight."

"Roger 196.  You're cleared for a visual approach to runway 19L."

"Navajo 196."

As the Navajo passed through two thousand feet, approach control passed Tom off
to the tower for landing.  Taxiing in, the ground controller joked with Tom about
the VIP's he must have on board; wondering how he got permission to park over
night as the field was going to be full tomorrow because of the Super Bowl. 
There was even a limo waiting for his passengers at the gate.  Also waiting by
the gate was one of Laurie's oldest and dearest friends - one of her college
sorority sisters - Donna.  Tom waved to her as he unloaded his passenger's
baggage.

Tom made sure his passengers got all their shit into the limo and gave the people
a number where he could be reached.  The "guy" told him they'd give him a call a
couple of hours before they planned on arriving at the airport.  Tom locked up
the airplane, grabbed Laurie's and his bag and headed to where his wife and
sorority sister were gabbing.  Tom and Laurie were going to spend the night and
hopefully watch a descent game, for a change, at Donna's place.

In the twenty-five years or so that Laurie had known her, Donna had been married
three times - all ending in the same fashion - divorce.  She had moved out to San
Diego from Chicago after her last divorce and even though they lived only five
hundred or so miles apart for the last two years, Laurie and Donna hadn't seen
each other for over ten years.  Tom and Laurie had attended her first wedding and
then had visited Donna and her second husband in Florida while they had been
stationed at Langley AFB in Virginia.

Donna lived in a condo about six blocks from the beach and if it had been a
little warmer Tom might have gone to the beach.  Instead, he parked himself on
the couch and watched some college basketball while he ate lunch.  The ladies
"caught up" out on Donna's patio, where there was a great view of the pool.  And
if you got on your tip-toes, you could just barely see the blue-green of the
ocean.  Tom was soon asleep on the couch.

The sound of the blender woke him.  He looked at his watch and figured he'd been
out for almost three hours.  The girls were in the kitchen.  He assumed they were
fixing dinner.  As he was switching through the TV channels looking for some
news, Donna and Laurie trooped by on the way back to the patio.  Each of them,
carrying a salt rimmed margarita.

"Hi !  Sleepy head."  Laurie giggled as she opened the sliding glass door to the
patio.

"Restin' up so you can party tonight...right, Tom ?  There's enough margaritas in
the kitchen to float a battle ship and a frosted glass in the freezer.  Come join
us if you want."  Donna said as she closed the door to the patio.

Tom kept switching through the channels and after finding nothing but shitty
movies, got up and fixed himself a margarita.  He settled back on the couch and
was soon watching a re-run of some sitcom that had been off the air for decades.

***** CHAPTER TWO *****

A movement on the patio caught his attention.  Both Laurie and Donna were
standing at the railing.  Donna was waving to someone down by the pool.  The sun
was low on the horizon and was back lighting the girls.  Donna was wearing a
shift, what Tom would have called a muumuu.  It was white and went all the way to
her sandaled feet.  It had big puffy, short sleeves.  Tom could see the
silhouette of Donna's body through the shift.

Donna was dark haired and a big girl, at least five seven or eight and Tom
figured must weigh at least a hundred thirty - maybe, thirty-five.  She had broad
shoulders - a good frame for breasts that dwarfed Laurie's and she liked to show
them off.  Donna almost always wore something that would let you get a peek at
her tits and Tom always took full advantage of it.  The time they spent with her
and her second husband in Florida...The girls were always in bikinis and Donna's
tits were always half exposed.  Tom laughed at the times Laurie caught him
looking at them.  She'd always kid him about it when they were alone.

On the other hand, Laurie had very light brown hair - almost blond.  She was a
petite, little thing - about five foot four and usually weighed a hundred and ten
dripping wet.  She didn't have much of a bust but made up for it with the
tightest, little ass Tom had ever laid his hands on.  Better even than some of
the Filipino women he had whored around with while he was at "Snake" school on
the way to Viet Nam.

Donna turned from the balcony railing and caught Tom staring at them.  He was so
engrossed in watching the two of them; he didn't notice that he was now being
watched.  Donna leaned back against the railing and thrust her chest out.  Tom
continued staring and only snapped out of it when his wife turned and waved. 
Laurie came into the front room and asked him if he needed another margarita.  He
just nodded his head.  She took his glass and headed for the kitchen.

Donna followed and leaned over the coffee table to pick up the paper plate and
used napkin, left over from lunch.  Tom couldn't keep his eyes away from her
breasts, heavy mounds of flesh that strained against the fabric of the shift.  He
was sure she was braless and was quick to make eye contact with her as she rose
with the trash in her hand.

She smiled down at him and said, "Having a good time ?"

Tom mumbled something as she turned and headed for the kitchen.  Dinner was tacos
and cheese chrisps and more margaritas.  The three of them were out on the patio,
after cleaning up, when Donna asked Tom:

"Would you mind if Laurie and I got stoned ?"

Tom thought she was talking about getting bombed until Donna came back with a
small pipe, packed with marijuana.  Tom and Laurie were no strangers to getting
high but with drug testing prevalent in both the air force and commercial flying;
hadn't smoked any reefer since college.

The pipe made the rounds and Tom even took several drags.  This was some good
stuff as he got real stoned after just a couple of hits.  He was laughing at
something but couldn't remember what it was.  The girls were laughing too but he
had no idea what they were laughing at either.  He got up to get himself another
margarita.

While trying to figure out how to turn on the blender, Donna reached around him
and pushed the button.  He jumped away from the blender and right into her.  They
both laughed.

"Things moving a little slow, Tom ?"  He kept laughing, finally turned the
machine off and filled his glass.  When he turned, Donna was still standing very
close to him.  She put her hands up on his shoulders and continued. "I'm real
glad that you and Laurie came to visit.  I never get to see any of the old crowd
anymore...Thanks."

With that she kissed him.  Tom tried to back away a bit as Donna now had her arms
up around his neck and her tongue in his mouth.  He backed right into the kitchen
counter and really didn't put much space between them.  She pressed herself
against him, her tongue like a wet snake in his mouth and before he knew it he
was engaged with her, his tongue having a mind of it's own.  Tom could feel her
body pressed against his, her breasts mashed against his chest and tried to put
his drink down before he spilled it. Donna finally broke the kiss and stepped
away from him.

"Boy !  You're a good kisser...And I ought to know.  I've kissed a lot of men. 
Laurie's a lucky..."

Laurie picked that moment to wander into the kitchen and blurted out, "Well,
what's going on in here ?"  She was giggling.  Tom was embarrassed, not knowing
if she knew what her sorority sister and he had been doing ?

He turned to get his drink and heard Donna say, "I just told Tom...He's a good
kisser."  Tom almost sip out his mouth full of margarita and Laurie started
laughing.  Donna looked back at him and smiled, then turned to Laurie, took her
face in her hands and kissed her on the lips.  The kiss lasted about as long as
the one she gave Tom and he saw his wife's eyes open wide. Jesus ! Donna was
frenching with her !

When the two of them broke apart, Donna said, "Wow !  You're a good kisser too,
Laurie."  Tom started laughing.  The look on Laurie's face was priceless, part
shock and part...What ?  Tom didn't know but kept laughing.  Before he stopped
Donna was back in front of him.  She put her arms up on his shoulders and kissed
him again.  This time longer.  Tom struggled to put his drink back on the kitchen
counter.  He finally got the drink down when the kiss ended and then Donna turned
and was kissing his wife again.  He was feeling the beginnings of a hardon
growing in his shorts and didn't know whether it was from Donna's kiss or
watching these two women kissing.  There was no doubt in his mind that his wife
was frenching with her sorority sister.  He wondered if they had done it before ?

Donna maneuvered Laurie so that their sides were facing Tom as he stood with his
back to the kitchen counter.  She raised Laurie's arms so that they were up
around her neck and just kept working her tongue around inside her sorority
sister's mouth.  Tom was so engrossed with their kissing that it was several
moments before he noticed that Donna was feeling Laurie's breasts. The lump in
his pants started to lengthen and he reached out with both hands and started
rubbing both of their shoulders.  In the process they moved closer to him and the
three of them almost formed a triangle.

Donna finally stopped kissing Laurie and both of them giggled before Donna leaned
her face over toward Tom and kissed him.  One of Donna's arms snaked around his
neck and Tom reciprocated by pulling her closer as he allowed his tongue to
explore her mouth.  His other arm pulled his wife closer and soon he was kissing
her.  Both of the female mouths were warm and very wet.  He had forgotten all
about wondering if the girls had ever done this before and was being consumed by
the lust that was building in his groin.

When he stopped kissing his wife, he found that someone had pulled the top of
Donna's shift down to her waist.  Her breasts were bare, tits that pulled away
from the center of her chest - large pear shaped melons, milky white, surrounded
by a rich brown tan.  Her tits were topped with light brown areolae the size of
beer cans with a darker brown, marble sized nipple centered in each.

Tom just stared and would probably still be staring if Donna hadn't whispered,
"Tom, help me."  She was using her free hand to pull Laurie's "T" shirt off over
her head.  Tom quickly helped her and soon his wife was standing there in just
her bra and shorts.  "Unsnap her bra..."  Quickly, Tom had Laurie's bra unsnapped
and Donna pulled it off her, tossing it over on the counter top.  Both women were
now topless.

Laurie's tits were much smaller than her sorority sister's - just a hand full of
breast meat topped with dark brown areolae the size of quarters - her erect
nipples the size of pencil erasures.

"Kiss her, Tom."  Tom leaned over to kiss his wife and noticed that she too had
been staring at Donna's breasts.  His tongue wormed it's way into his wife's
mouth.  Laurie's tongue was wild in his mouth and it wasn't until he stopped
kissing her that he figured out why.  Donna was sucking on her left breast.  Tom
leaned down and sucked Laurie's other breast into his mouth, working his tongue
around her nipple.  Laurie threw her head back and moaned real loud.

"Oooh !  Oooh !  My God !  Yes...Yes...Yes !"

When Tom stopped sucking on his wife's right breast, he found Donna on her knees
pulling Laurie's shorts down.  Laurie's panties came down with her shorts and now
all she had on was a pair of sandals.  Donna ran her hands up Laurie's thighs,
right into her light brown pubic hair - just a bit darker than the hair on her
head.  Tom was mesmerized watching Donna's fingers slide in and out of his wife's
bush and then gasped as Donna got to her feet - she too, was naked.  Her bush a
dark brown, almost black and shaped like a rectangle on her lower stomach - a
tremendous contrast to the white skin surrounding it.  Tom now had a raging
hardon and noticed that Donna was staring at it, smiling.  Laurie was staring at
her sorority sister's nude body and it was only a matter of moments before Tom
leaned over and kissed Donna.

***** CHAPTER THREE *****

While kissing Donna, he felt someone's hand massaging his cock.  Just as he
thrust his crotch against the pressure, the hand left his penis.  His cock jerked
in his shorts as the hand started to work his zipper down.  Tom's penis was
throbbing and he almost removed his arm from Laurie's back to help the hand that
was undoing the button at the waist of his shorts.  His shorts fell to the floor
and the hand immediately pulled his underwear down past his boner.  It sprang
back and slapped against his stomach.

Now, Tom wasn't hung like a horse.  He always thought he had a descent sized cock
but that may have been because Laurie was very small.  Until she had children,
Tom sometimes felt uncomfortable fucking her.  She was tighter than most of the
whores he fucked in the Philippines and 'Nam.  He always thought of himself as a
little longer than a hotdog but a lot fatter.  The hand was now wrapped around
his cock, slowly stroking him.

He stopped kissing Donna and was not surprised to see her hand wrapped around his
dick.  What shocked him was that Donna had her other hand in between Laurie's
legs.  He was sure Donna was fingering his wife as Laurie was bucking her hips
against Donna's hand.  Tom let his hand slide down Laurie's back until he had one
hand firmly gripping one of her ass cheeks.  All the while Donna was smiling at
him and it was a few moments before he noticed that his wife was bent a bit,
sucking on one of Donna's large tits.

Tom quickly slid his hand between his wife's legs and found Donna's finger
fucking in and out of Laurie's furry pussy.  Tom slid a finger in with her and
Laurie's hips increased the tempo a bit now that she had two fingers in her - one
from the front and one from back.

"Oh !  Tom...She's so tight."  Donna whispered.  Tom couldn't say anything as he
was carried away with Donna's hand sliding up and down his dick.  If she
continued much longer Tom was going to explode.  As if Donna sensed it, she let
go of his dick and dropped to her knees in front of the two of them.  Tom still
had his finger fucking in and out of Laurie's very wet cunt when Donna buried her
tongue in his wife's belly button.  Tom and Laurie started kissing and only
stopped when they heard Donna whisper, "Pick up her up' Tom."

When he looked down, Donna had her mouth buried in Laurie's light brown bush.  He
moved behind Laurie, put his arms around her and pulled her up by the thighs,
spreading them in the process and allowing Donna unrestricted access to her hot,
wet cunt.  Jesus !  Fucking !  Christ !  The woman was eating his wife's pussy.

Laurie threw her head back against his shoulder and groaned out, "Ooooh !
Donna...What are you doing ?"

Donna looked up from Laurie's crotch and replied, "Eating your pussy, Laurie. 
She tastes so good, Tom.  You must eat her all the time."  With that she went
back to licking and sucking on Laurie's cunt.

Tom was leaning back against the kitchen counter with his hardon just below his
wife's pussy.  Laurie almost screamed, "Stop...Stop...I...I'mmm going to cum." 
She was slithering against his stomach and chest as Donna licked and sucked her
exposed, spread cunt meat.  Every once and a while Tom could feel Donna's tongue
tease his hardon a bit as it explored and licked the folds of Laurie's pussy. 
Suddenly Laurie bent forward, almost falling to the ground.  Her momentum carried
Tom to his knees.  Donna scrambled to keep her mouth on Laurie's cunt as they
rolled around on the floor.  Without thinking Tom dropped to the floor and buried
his face between the cheeks of his wife's ass, licking and sucking for all he was
worth.  He finally forced Donna out from between Laurie's legs and forced his
tongue into her cunt.  She was sopping wet, whether from her own juices or
Donna's saliva, Tom didn't know or care.  His tongue was pumping in and out of
her hot cunt like crazy, his nose plastered against his wife's asshole.

"Ooooh...Shit...Fuck...I'm cumming...Sooo goood...Yea !"  Tom was shocked at the
words coming out of his wife's mouth.  She had never used them before while they
were having sex.  She had never cum so quickly either and Tom loved to lick and
suck on her pussy.  Her ass was bucking back into his face when she finally
rolled over onto her stomach almost breaking his neck.

She then curled up into a ball on the floor.  Donna was kneeling a short distance
from her and had a very big smile on her face.  Tom's glance went from his wife
to her friend and then back to his wife.  His glance snapped back to Donna when
he heard her say, "Tom, I want to suck your cock." Without thinking he was up and
stepped over his wife so her sorority sister could capture his cock with her
mouth.

Donna's mouth was like a wet inferno.  Her lips slid about half way down his
shaft, her tongue teasing the head of his cock.  Tom's hands quickly went to her
head and he started pumping.  He was oh, so close when Donna pushed him away and
told him to slow down.  "I want to suck you dry, Tom."  Her tongue teased him for
a few moments before she opened her mouth and swallowed him again.  Tom couldn't
control his hips and was soon pumping again.  Donna pushed him away and smiled
wickedly at him.  "Laurie, come help me with your husband."

Tom looked over and found his wife staring at the two of them less than a couple
of feet away.  She smiled at him and crawled over to where Donna was back to
licking his balls and thighs.  His cock was harder than it had been in years,
covered with Donna's saliva.  Donna moved to the side and allowed Laurie to lick
on his cock while she teased his balls with her tongue.  Tom couldn't believe he
had two women licking his dick - every man's fantasy.  He finally grabbed
Laurie's head and forced his cock into her mouth.  He had never cum in her mouth.
 Their oral sex was always a prelude to the main event - - intercourse.  Tonight
he was going to drown his wife with his load.

Laurie had about half of his cock in her mouth.  Donna was still licking and
sucking on his balls.  His hips were a blur, pumping his cock in and out of his
wife's mouth.  Her mouth was so warm - so wet.  Her lips like a suction cup,
surrounding the shaft of his dick and here it came.  The first blast rocketed out
of his cock and he saw his wife's eyes snap open as his semen flooded her mouth. 
The second blast was close behind and Laurie was in the process of pulling her
face away from his cock.  Half of the spunk splattered against her lips and chin.
 She had his cock out of her mouth when the third blast of spunk flew out of his
penis and landed on her shoulder.

Donna pulled back when she heard Tom cry out, "Oh ! Jesus...I'm gona cum. Suck
it.  Suck it, honey."  When Laurie pulled away, Donna leaned forward and grabbed
his cock, forcing it into her mouth and damn near swallowed the whole thing. 
Tom's body was spazaming against the kitchen counter and he shot a weak load of
jizzim into Donna's mouth.  She kept sucking and didn't stop until Tom was limp. 
She giggled as she spit his dick out and immediately turned to kiss her sorority
sister who had allowed most of her husband's semen to dribble down her chin and
onto her chest.  The two of them kissed for a long while and Tom just watched. 
Donna licked all his semen off his wife's face and shoulder and sucked and licked
her breasts.

When the two of them stopped kissing, Donna said, "Lets go to the front room.  I
need to get off and it's not very comfortable here on the floor." She laughed.

***** CHAPTER FOUR *****

Laurie and Tom found themselves in the front room with Donna sitting in between
them on the couch.  Tom wasted no time and started fondling her large breasts. 
Her nipples were flaccid but soon became hard knobs of flesh as Tom twisted them
with his fingers.  He soon had his head buried in her chest, sucking and licking
on the tender meat of her tits.  Every once and while he'd look up and find his
wife either kissing Donna's other breast or kissing her mouth.  The sight was
turning him on.  His dick was starting to harden.

He took Donna's hand and placed it on his penis.  She laughed and said, "Not yet,
lover boy.  I want you to eat me."  Tom couldn't get to his knees fast enough and
soon had her legs spread wide, one over Laurie's thigh.  It took a second glance
for Tom to realize that Donna shaved her pussy.  While she had quite a bush
growing at the juncture of her thighs, her lips were as smooth as a baby's butt. 
Tom chowed down, licking and biting the folds of her cunt - teasing her clitoris
with his tongue and lips - reaming his tongue deep into her vagina.  Her hips
started to move all over the couch.  Occasionally Tom would look up and find his
wife sucking on Donna's tits.  Donna's head was thrown back against the couch,
her mouth open, nostrils flared.  He knew she was just moments from orgasm.

He lifted both of her legs and ran his tongue down past her cunt to her lightly
haired asshole and reamed his tongue into it.  Donna bucked on the couch and
screamed out her orgasm.

"Oooh !  Yea !  Lick me...Suck me...I'm goooona cuuummm !"  Tom continued to ream
out her anus and then started to lick her from asshole to cunt - back and forth -
back and forth.  The woman was wild on the couch and Tom was getting turned on,
feeling and hearing her get her rocks off.  It was several minutes before the
room got quiet and Tom slowed his tonguing of her crotch. He looked up, his face
covered with her cunt butter.  Donna was still breathing hard.  His wife was
slowly licking her nipples and breasts.  He crawled up and kissed them both.

Donna slowly lifted her head off the back of the couch and looked Tom in the
eyes, "You think you can get it up again, stud.  I bet your wife would love to
get fucked."  Just the mention of the word "fucked" started the blood flowing to
Tom's cock.  He stood and started stroking his meat.  Donna continued, "Why don't
we trade places and Laurie and I'll get it up for you ?"  Tom turned and sat
right between them.  Donna slithered to the floor and swallowed him whole.  Tom
threw his head back and yelled out, "Oh ! Yeaaaa !  Donna, baby.  Suck my dick."

Laurie grabbed him by the hair and pulled his face to her's.  While kissing his
wife, Donna worked on his cock; seemingly sucking the blood into it.  After just
a few moments, Tom was starting to pump his hips, forcing his strengthening cock
in and out of her mouth.  After Tom started showing signs of life, Donna coaxed
Laurie off the couch and down on the floor with her. Tom now had both of them
sucking, licking and biting his cock and balls.  He was in heaven and his cock
was getting harder by the second.

Donna moved behind Laurie and had her face down by her ass.  Tom was sure that
Donna was licking his wife's cunt and ass and could hardly wait to get off the
couch and drive his cock into his wife's hot pussy.  Laurie was sucking his cock
like a woman possessed, her head bobbing in his lap like a yo-yo.  Donna looked
up and smiled at Tom.  His eyes were slits - his mouth hanging open, gasping for
air.

"Tom, honey."  Donna whispered.  "I think Laurie wants your cock, lover boy."

Tom sprang off the couch and moved to his wife's rear end, his boner bouncing in
front of him.  He dropped to his knees, stroking his cock.  As he guided his hard
dick toward Laurie's cunt, Donna stopped him.

"Oh !  Tom, let me."  She then grabbed his cock and Tom put his hands on his
wife's ass, spreading her butt cheeks apart.  Her hairy, light brown bush was
visible between the cheeks of her ass.  Donna had his cock in her hand and ran
the head of his penis up and down the furry lips of Laurie's vagina.  Tom
couldn't wait and when Donna pressed the head of his cock against Laurie's cunt,
filled her with his boner.  Laurie's head snapped up off the couch as he drove
his cock into her and started fucking the shit out of her.

"Aaaagh...Yeaaaaa...Fuck me, Tom !"  Tom pounded her harder, his stomach making a
slapping sound against her well padded ass as he drove his cock in and out of
her.  Tom was wild.  Laurie was wild.  They'd never fucked with such abandon in
over twenty-five years of marriage.

Donna was dying to get her sorority sister's mouth on her cunt and as soon as the
two of them really started fucking, got up and sat on the couch. Laurie was so
crazy with lust, having Tom's cock fucking in and out of her cunt like a run away
train, it was several moments before she realized her face was between Donna's
legs.  Donna scooted down and now Laurie had her face in her cunt and it was just
a moment before Laurie Sunset got her first taste of pussy.  She went wild,
letting her tongue roam all over Donna's shaved cunt lips - searching for - then
finding her clitoris, teasing it with her tongue, her lips, her teeth.  The three
of them came shortly, writhing and wailing, filling the room with the sounds and
smells of sex...Hot, wet, fucking sex !

***** CHAPTER FIVE *****

Tom rolled over in bed, looking for his wife.  He wasn't quite awake yet and just
wanted to cuddle.  He finally opened his eyes after searching for a while and
found that he was alone in bed.  He rolled to his back and it was then that
embarrassment crept over him...Maybe, it was more like fear ?  He thought back to
last night...All the fucking and sucking, cuming in Laurie's mouth, eating and
fucking her sorority sister...Oh !  Jesus, he was probably in deep trouble now. 
He wondered where the girls were ?

Wow !  The last time they made it last night.....After cuming in Laurie's cunt,
he kept fucking her until he slipped out of her and wasn't hard enough to get
back in.  Laurie was still eating Donna and Tom had a hard time believing that
this was all real but here he was, watching her eat Donna's pussy after cuming in
her cunt.  Donna finally pulled Laurie's face out of her crotch.  The two of them
were giggling like school kids.  Donna asked Tom to get them all another
margarita and when he got back, the girls had disappeared.  He found them in
Donna's king size bed and soon the three of them were sipping and giggling as
Donna torched up her pipe again.

There was a lot of touching going on as they passed the pipe back and forth
between the three of them and then it started again.  Donna and Laurie started
kissing.  Tom was afraid that he wouldn't be able to get another hardon,
especially when Donna looked over at his limp prick and said, "You gona be able
to fuck me, Tom ?"  Shit !  It had been years since he'd gotten his rocks off
three times in the same night.  He remembered laughing it off but at the time,
was afraid that time and the fucking and sucking he'd done earlier had taken it's
toll on his libido.

Donna arranged herself so that her and Laurie were facing each other, kind of. 
They were prone, up on their elbows and had entwined their legs so that their
pussies were mashed together - grinding against each other - really humping each
other.  Any fears Tom had earlier evaporated - watching these two women grinding
against each other, their tits jiggling, their nipples erect, perspiration
forming on their bodies.  A stiff would get a hardon looking at the erotic
display he was watching.

He got to his knees and crawled over to Donna's head and pulled her by the hair
until she had his limp prick in her mouth.  She was very turned on and swirled
her tongue around his cock as her lips nibbled on his shaft.  Tom could feel the
beginnings of another hardon and started pumping his hips.  So enthralled with
the oral sex he was receiving, he jumped when Laurie cried out, "My turn...My
turn...Come on, Tom, give me some cock, honey."

Tom was only too eager and rushed to feed his hardening cock to his wife. She
nibbled and sucked and licked until Tom was pumping a very hard cock in and out
of her mouth.  As soon as he was hard, Donna took charge.  It was her turn, after
all, and she wanted it bad.  She pushed Tom onto his back and mounted him,
wasting no time, guiding his cock into her slick pussy.  Tom started thrusting as
soon as she seated herself on him and she picked up his rhythm immediately.  She
saw a look of envy on Laurie's face as she rode her sorority sister's husband and
really started to get into it, moaning and groaning as Tom fucked his cock in and
out of her cunt.  When Laurie started to finger herself, Donna got an idea and
got off Tom's cock.

"Donna...What the fuck..."

"Laurie, help me."  She cut him off.  Donna had taken a hold of Tom's legs and
was dragging him to the edge of the bed.  Laurie jumped off the bed and grabbed
one leg and helped pull.  Once Tom's legs were on the floor, Donna mounted him
again - this time with her back to his head.  She immediately slid his dick into
her cunt and started riding him again.  When she had her rhythm established, she
motioned for Laurie to come a little closer.

"Get on you knees, sister, and lick his balls while he's fucking me." Laurie's
face broke into a big grin as she dropped to her knees and moved her mouth
towards her husband's testicles.  Tom was thrusting in and out of Donna as fast
as he could.  This was his third hardon of the evening and he knew he'd last a
pretty long while.  Even with his wife teasing his balls with her tongue and
lips, he felt no urgency; felt he could fuck for a long, long time.

Donna was really getting off watching Laurie's head down in between her husband's
legs, her legs too.  She grabbed her by the hair and lifted her face from Tom's
balls.  "Come on, sister.  Lick my clit.  I know you want to do it. You drove me
crazy on the couch.  Come on, baby, get me off.

Tom was a little disappointed that Laurie had stopped licking his nuts and
couldn't quite hear what Donna was saying but kept his cock driving in and out of
Donna's pussy like there was no tomorrow.  When Laurie started licking Donna's
clit, she went wild.  She leaned back on her arms and really started driving her
cunt back on Tom's cock as he thrust in and out of her.  Laurie was licking right
on her clit and she was almost there.  She felt Tom had picked up the pace too,
he must be close to cuming.

Donna's orgasm started slowly.  She felt it first in her stomach as it slowly
spread out into her groin and then her thighs.  Her breasts felt heavy and
swollen.  She could see her nipples extend out beyond the curve of her breasts. 
Sweat was rolling off her breasts and arms...And then she was there.

"Ooooh !  Jesus Fucking Christ...Fuck me...Harder...Yeaaaaaa !   Aaaagh ! Fuck ! 
Me !  Fuck !  Me !  Haaarder !  Aaaaaaghhh !"  She was jerking around like she'd
been shocked and it was a good minute or two until she slowed her movements on
the cock that was still fucking in and out of her.  Then Tom joined her, filling
her womb with his third orgasm of the night.  The bedroom became quiet with only
heavy breathing breaking the silence.

The sound of the toilet flushing brought Tom back to the present.  Laurie walked
out of the bathroom and saw he was awake.  "A little tired, lover ?" Tom just
nodded his head.  He was afraid of what his wife would say next. Any minute now
she was going to start berating him for his behavior last night. But then what
about her's ?  She'd never...Well, maybe she had and he didn't know ?  The fear
was back.  He was starting to sweat.  Maybe it was the dope or the margaritas ?

Shit !  He'd never done anything like last night...Well, once a long, long time
ago.  Viet Nam...Magic fingers...A guy named Gary Cahill...The two of them got
drunk and took three Vietnamese whores into the back of a bar and fucked and
sucked for hours...It was almost like a contest to see which one could fuck the
longest.  Tom lost but what a time he had.  He'd never told Laurie about it. 
After all it was war time and he was getting his ass shot off every day - was
under a lot of pressure and they were whores.  Last night it was his wife and one
of her oldest friends, a sorority sister.

"Where'd you get the suit, honey ?"  He'd noticed that she was wearing a tiny
bikini that he was not at all familiar with.

"You're not getting out of it that easy, lover boy."  She'd walked over to the
bed, leaned over and kissed him.  She tasted like pussy.  Maybe, Donna and
her...this morning ?  No, she couldn't have - not Laurie.  "I've heard stories of
horny men before but I think I saw the king of horniness last night.  You got
anything on under that blanket ?"  She ran her hand down his chest and under the
sheet.  His queasiness was rapidly disappearing.  He ran his hand up the back of
her thigh as her fingers combed his pubic hair.

"Oh !  You're still naked and with the beginnings of a nice stiff dick too.  I'd
have thought, after last night, you wouldn't get one of these for a long while. 
You have a good time last night ?"  Laurie's hand was wrapped around his
hardening cock, stroking it a bit.

"Aaaah...Yea...How about you ?"

"The best...You're not mad ?  I've never done anything like that...How about you
?"

Tom didn't know what to say.  Laurie continued, "I felt so turned on...so
alive...but so sluty, too.  You sure you're not mad ?  I really had a great time.
 Too bad we have to leave today."

Tom's hand was up between her legs, rubbing her cunt.  Laurie's hand was now
jacking him off.  He was as hard as rock and wanted nothing more than to have his
wife suck him off or maybe fuck him.  He slipped a finger inside the leg band of
her bikini bottoms.  Laurie was bent over just about to swallow the head of his
cock.

"Like it ?  Donna helped me shave it this morning when we showered together." 
Her mouth captured the head of his dick.  He was throbbing.  Her cunt was sopping
wet and his finger slid right into her.  He could hear the phone ringing. 
Laurie's head was bobbing over his groin.  He was watching her lips slide up and
down his hard penis; could see the saliva she was leaving on his cock.  He pulled
his finger out of her and yanked her bottoms to the floor.  She was in the
process of getting on top of him, throwing a knee over his head - her mouth still
sucking his prick.