So what do you do when your lover's husband walks in and finds the two of you sleeping naked on the marital bed, your arms and legs wrapped about each other, the whole room reeking of sex, and a much abused cucumber lying next to you?
Yes, that's quite a question, and it's not one most of us have occasion to think through in advance or to experience so often that we have a pat response. But on this particular afternoon, it was a question I found myself with a deep and serious need to answer and to answer quickly. I was naked, lying in bed with my sister Jolene's sister-in-law, Linda, who was equally naked, and yes, there was a much abused (or perhaps I should say, much loved) cucumber lying on the bed next to us. Standing in the doorway was Linda's husband, Art, backed by his brother, Larry.
Now if you have read the prior chapters you know I was hardly a stranger to either Art or Larry. Larry is my sister Jolene's husband, who as far as I know, is always ready for sex and feels himself to be totally unbound by the constraints of marriage or other committed relationships, his own or others,' so I knew I had little fear of Larry's disapproval. And oh yeah, the smirk on his face was another clue.
But I was less sure of myself with Art. Art and I weren't total strangers, mind you. He had been on the eye-opening trip I had taken to Mexico at Jolene's invitation where I had discovered I had a taste, even a flair, for exhibitionism. Art had clearly enjoyed watching me strut around in the evenings wearing as little as I could get away with without provoking open outrage from his and Larry's strict mother while my sister Jolene, the ex-stripper had watched in great amusement. And I was reasonably certain that Art had been peeking through a fractionally open door watching as Larry fucked me furiously on the last day before we returned to Chicago. Oh, and there was the fact that I had given him a very successful blow job in front of an admiring audience of swingers at a party at Jolene's two weeks earlier, and then he had sat watching while Linda ate my pussy until she drove me to string of screaming climaxes. All in all, there was ample reason to expect that Art would not be too outraged to find me lying naked in bed with his wife at five o'clock on a Saturday afternoon with a well-used cucumber/dildo lying next to us. But one never knows.
I was new to this kind of family debauchery, having been a sexually naïve assistant credit manager, whose husband of two years had divorced her for a gay relationship with his legal assistant, and, unlike Larry's smirk, Art's face was frozen in an unreadable blank stare. Was he shocked? Was he about to break into a violent rage? How could I tell, and what should I do?
That was when Linda finally woke up. She rolled away from me and lay on her back, her legs carelessly spread, her upper body propped up on her elbows. She reached up with one hand and pushed her long tangle of hair from her eyes before she spoke.
"Oh, hi honey. How was your golf? What time is it anyway? I guess Amanda and I fell asleep."
Art began to laugh, and I decided I wasn't going to be beaten by a jealous husband. It was also when I decided that the best defense was probably a good offense, so when Art finally began to recover from his laughter, I said, "Guys, I think Linda and I missed lunch somehow. Could you order some pizza while we get a shower?" I paused for a moment as I picked up the cucumber. "And, oh yeah," I said. "Please throw this cucumber away. I think it has had all the fun it can stand this afternoon." I tossed the cucumber over Art's head towards Larry, who being the former Northwestern tight end that he was, snagged it with one hand like it was the game winning ball (which it kinda had been earlier in the afternoon, not once but twice).
Now I had Larry laughing hysterically too. Since I seemed to be on a roll, I hopped to my feet and reached down to grab Linda's hand to pull her to her feet, saying, "Come on Linda. Let's get a shower while these guys order some pizza. There's room for two of us in your shower isn't there?"
Linda was awake now and she decided to join in the game. She quickly hopped to her feet, her big tits flopping against her chest and said, "Plenty of room," in answer to my question, as if it was question another naked woman asked her every day. As she and I started to walk towards the bathroom she put her arm around me and pulled me close so that as we walked away our hips were rubbing firmly against each other. Then she looked over her shoulder at the two guys, who were still standing in the door with somewhat shell-shocked looks on their faces, and said, "By the way, Art, I think we're low on beer. Would you be a dear and run out and get a case? Get something good. None of that watery PBR, and make sure it's chilled. Amanda and I have worked up a thirst this afternoon."
With that closing comment we stepped through the door to the bath and pulled it firmly closed behind us. As soon as the latch clicked, it was our turn to begin laughing hysterically. "Did you see their faces?" Linda asked. "They find us all but fucking and we just get up and send them for beer and pizza while we go to the shower." Then she reached up, put a hand behind my neck and pulled my head down towards her for a long sloppy wet kiss. I stopped laughing immediately.
We stood there kissing for a long time. I rubbed my chest against Linda's big tits. It was lovely. I could feel a fire starting in my loins again. Finally Linda said, "Wait, this will feel much better in the shower with soap."
So we pulled apart. As Linda stepped into the shower to start it and check the water temperature, I leaned back against a counter, my naked hips thrust lewdly outward as I thought about how erotic it had been a few hours ago to have my hands wrapped around Linda's big naked butt and my face planted in her pussy licking her while she groaned in ecstasy.
Now the water was warm, and Linda turned, standing under the stream coming from the rainforest head, beckoning me to her with a crooked finger and a lewd smile. We both stood directly beneath the showerhead, reveling in the warm stream for a long moment or several. Then Linda pushed me from beneath the stream and pulled herself tight behind me as she reached around and began to lather up my chest with a bar of soap. Once she had me nicely soaped up she began to caress my tits with both hands. She tried to pinch my nipples, which had quickly become as hard as little pebbles, but the soap caused her fingers to slide off just before the pinch became painful. It felt marvelous.
After a bit she grabbed the soap bar from the holder and put more lather on her hands. She began to slide her caressing hands down my chest, across my belly and then past my sex to lather up the inside of my thighs. She kept approaching my sex from the inside of one thigh and then the other and then from my belly. It was exquisite torture, and eventually I couldn't stand it, so I grabbed her hand and pulled it tight against my pussy. It was quickly joined by a second hand and the pressure of Linda's loins pressing against my ass. Then she used a finger to stroke my slit, stopping always just short of my clit. I spread my stance to accommodate her, and she slipped a couple of fingers into my cunt. Now I was groaning and crying and I could feel a small orgasm building—not like the blockbusters I had experienced earlier in the day, but all the same, I wanted it.
Suddenly Linda stopped, pushing me away and saying, "Now you do me."
"What?! Fuck, I was just about to cum."
"I know and we shouldn't. We should just get good and horny so we can match Art and Larry. We had them drooling by the time we walked out, and they are going to be ready to do us. Now warm me up," she finished as she handed me the bar of soap.
So I did to her just about the same as she had done to me, except I spent more time on her tits because I found fondling her wet soapy tits to be incredibly erotic and could have done it all evening if she hadn't directed me to her pussy.
Eventually we shut down the shower and toweled ourselves down. Linda started to walk out into the bedroom, and I asked, "Clothes?
"I think not," she said. "Besides, the only ones you brought, such as they are, are still on the floor in the kitchen. Haven't you ever had pizza and beer in the nude before?"
"Uh, no."
