Double Couple Dinner

KATE

"I don't know how they are all asleep with this heat. But I like it and I'm having a second glass of wine. Who's in?" my old friend Sarah said with a huge grin on her face. 

"I turned the aircon on down that end of the house hours ago and it has more vents. So it's cooler. And yes, yes, yes to the second glass of wine." I completely agreed with Sarah. All four kids were in beds asleep by the grace of god, the wine was cold and it was a hot Friday night. 

"Have you got any cold beers or ciders?" Luke asked my husband James. I knew Luke was happy to have wine, but James was always happy to share his beers.

"Sure do, pick something out of the beer fridge and grab one for me too." James replied. Luke wandered off quietly to the beer fridge, under strict instructions from me and Sarah not to wake the kids. 

With cold drinks in hand, we migrated to the front sitting room, as far away from the sleeping children as possible. 

"Why is it so effing hot down this end of your house? Should we open the windows? I thought you had ducted cooling. I don't know how you guys are doing it." Sarah whined, indicating to Luke and James. I knew she meant the guys in their thick shirts, but she was wearing her navy blue summer dress. It was silk, light as air, probably the coolest thing to wear in weather like this. I could see a good portion of her boobs and I even knew the bra she was wearing from a tiny glimpse of lace showing because she'd emailed me the sale link when she'd bought it. Her long dark hair was wound up on top of her head like always. 

"I've got it set to prioritise the back rooms so the kids will stay asleep. Sarah's right though guys, you should take your shirts off or change into singlets, it's 400 degrees in here." I replied. I was happy to deal with the heat if it meant peace from the children. I was fairly comfortable; I'd been home all day with the kids and my usual summer attire of cotton short shorts and a skimpy tank top was keeping me as cool as possible without being nude. I had my hair up in high pony, keeping the heat off my neck. 

Sarah's husband Luke peeked over at her, smiled a cheeky smile and did a little dance as he slipped out of his polo. He was the youngest of us, having just turned 30 and I knew he went surfing as often as possible. I couldn't help but admire his youthfulness, his glorious tan, and boy, those shoulders and muscles, I could watch them all night. Sarah grinned back at him. I could tell she still thought he was super sexy even after all the years they'd been together. 

I turned to James, "He's got nice muscles honey, but I love you. You should take your shirt off and show Sarah your chest hair, I know she likes it." I smirked at Sarah. It'd had been a not-secret for 20 years that she was attracted to my husband James. He hadn't been my husband back then; we'd only just started dating when Sarah and I became friends at College. I knew no lines had ever been crossed between the two of them, but it was fun to tease her about it when they came over for dinner and wine. James liked to tease Sarah too, so taking a chug of his beer and placing it gently on the coffee table, he turned, staring straight into her eyes,

"It really is hot in here," he said slowly undoing one shirt button at a time, easing his shirt off. His dark chest hair was made obvious when compared to his blond locks. I watched Sarah's eyes roam over James's body. James always had a little chest hair showing in the vee of his shirt. Tonight though, I liked Luke's hair free chest. Probably the wine taking over my thoughts. Luke was actually sexy as hell and I'd been imagining his body for a really long time. I loved James, definitely still found him sexy, but having a shirtless young surfer on my couch was very distracting. 

Luke smiled his gorgeous smile at Sarah. He looked like he was enjoying the teasing and was waiting to hear what she'd say. I loved having Luke and Sarah over because they were fun, down-to-earth and we had heaps in common, but Sarah made me occasionally feel like I wasn't very sexy. Dinners altogether were convenient because we got to see our friends, drink wine and the kids all got to play together. Having Sarah and Luke over made me feel like I should be more adventurous in the bedroom. Sarah was always telling saucy tales about their escapades and proclivities, but most of it just wasn't my scene. But having Luke sitting inches away, sweaty, ripped, half naked, well...If I could get Sarah to touch James, surely it would be okay if I touched Luke just a little bit? 

"Do you want to touch it? He likes it." I cackled at Sarah, running my hand down James's chest. I wasn't normally so forward but it had a long week at work and I'd just finished my third glass of wine. Everything seemed a little bit better. Grinning at Luke's golden body made me feel a little bit like a cougar. It was a new, but excellent feeling. 

I looked up at Sarah waiting for her answer. 

"I do, but only if that's okay with everyone." She responded slowly looking all three of us in the eye. I could tell she was keen to touch him, and I knew he'd be okay with that level of touching. One drunken night about 10 years before, I'd seen her touch him and he'd been more than okay with it. She'd actually touched me too that night but I'd turned her down and we'd never actually spoken of it again. It had been kind of sexy, but I'd panicked a bit. 

"Take him in the kitchen, touch him. Can you grab the wine and the ice bucket when you come back? I'm empty." I said putting my glass down, nudging James off the couch with my foot. 

As they walked out of the room, I looked over at Luke lounging shirtless on my sofa. He was tall, his dark hair had sun highlights, he had these lovely sky blue eyes, big shoulders; I couldn't help looking at him. It was impossible not to like him. He was kind and helpful and happy. He was genuinely a nice person which is why we'd been friends for so long. 

"Luke, is it okay I sent Sarah in there with James? I know she's going to touch him and he's going to let her. I didn't check with you beforehand." Pausing for a second, I smiled over at him, 

"Do you think I should have mentioned he's ticklish?"

Luke snorted beer out his nose. I could see he found the idea funny. 

"Don't worry about it. I know her. She's in seventh heaven right now. She loves touching, it's her favourite thing in the world. And I don't mind, it's Friday." Luke responded casually after wiping his chin with the back of his hand. I leaped up as I saw beer drip down Luke's chest. 

"Oh! I'll grab a tissue you for you!" Grabbing the tissue box, I looked inside - urgh, empty, damn kids. I leaned over Luke and used the hem of my pink tank top to wipe the beer off his peck. I knew he was staring straight at my boobs; they were right in his face. I took my time, kind of absentmindedly wiping his muscles. 

JAMES

I walked into the kitchen, Sarah following behind me, wine glass in hand. She had this cute sheepish look on her face and was running her empty hand nervously down the side of her dress. I didn't know what to say to her. The thought of her touching me was making me hard. But we'd never really been here before so I didn't know where to take this. I had certainly had many daydreams about doing all kinds of things with her, but nothing had ever actually happened between us. Well, except that one night, maybe 9 or 10 years ago. She'd come over, we'd all had heaps of wine and she'd ended up touching me, and Kate. Sensual touching, not sexual. Tonight felt sexual, felt different, felt like playing with fire, especially as it was so damn hot. 

"You find the wine. I think Kate was drinking the Rosé; it should be on the top shelf of the fridge. I'll grab the wine bucket out of the laundry and some ice. I'll be back in a second." I said to her. Delay when you don't know what to do, right? I had officially as long as it took to get a bucket of ice to decide what the fuck I was going to do with the sexy woman I had in my kitchen. Kate, my lovely wife, had thrown me to the wolves this time. Or she-wolf in this particular case. 

Slowly walking back into the kitchen I watched Sarah top up her glass of wine and let her hair down. She had lovely long hair these days. I remembered meeting her not long after I'd started dating Kate. She'd had really short hair back then, coloured some rebellious colour. 

She was more wild back then, but she'd grown as a person and I loved that she'd kind of become more of herself. I could see the grey in her hair, reminded me we were all getting older, that we weren't 20 anymore, but I kind of liked that she was so comfortable with herself that she didn't feel the need to colour her hair. I liked that she was tall too, that she could look me straight in the eyes, which must mean she was about 5'10", but I realised I'd never asked. 

She reached forward to me, snagged an ice cube out of the bucket and popped it straight in her mouth, crunching it up. 

"I want to touch your chest hair, but only if you're okay with it." She said to me. I loved that she was always so straight to the point, so clear about exactly what she wanted. Kate was great, I loved her, knew her, knew what she liked and when. But it had taken me nearly 20 years to get it right. Looking at Sarah right now, my heart was pounding. I could feel my cock getting harder by the second in anticipation. 

"Touch me." I commanded. 

"I think you'll find I'll do exactly as I please." The saucy minx grinned at me as she raised her hands to my bare chest. Feeling her finger glide slowly up over my nipples towards my shoulders was torture. Ticklish, sexy-as-fuck, torture. She'd stepped close to me, I could smell her. No perfume, no makeup, no deodorant, just the smell of her hair, of her. She was watching her hands slide ever so slowly up over my shoulders now. She bent her fingers a little and gently dragged her nails back down through my chest hair, back to the centre. I could hear her deep breathing, could see her breasts pushing against her dress as she stood there. 

I grabbed her hips, pushed her against the kitchen wall and pushed my hips up against her. 

"Can you feel what you're doing to me? You're impossible. This is craziness. Also, that was fucking sexy." I could barely contain my desire. One slow touch and my mind had imploded.

"Let's go give that lovely wife of yours her wine." She smiled at me, grabbing the ice bucket and sauntering off to the sitting room. Doing exactly what she wanted it seemed. 

"Fuck." I muttered to myself. I was so fucking turned on. Tucking my hard-on behind the waistband of my shorts, I followed her. 

LUKE

Kate was sitting against me, tucked up against my legs. I wanted to run my hands all over her tiny manicured body. I could feel her silky legs, I wanted to touch her blow-dried hair, smell her perfume and taste her lips. 

Sarah was amazing, she was really curvy, had a huge rack, she was tall and strong and flexible and really great in bed (and out of bed). She'd been blowing my mind for years now. We had an excellent sex life despite having two kids. But Sarah wasn't really keen on day spa activities like waxing, and nail polish, and hair colour. I loved that she was herself, but variety is the spice of life right? 

I was currently running my hand over her smooth, hair free legs and I could see the pink nail polish on Kate's fingers and toes. She had this pink gloss on her lips and she was so tiny compared to Sarah. She was like this little shiny bundle of sexy innocence. I kept running my hand down the length of perfectly waxed legs and under the strap of her tank top. I ran my hand up to the top of her leg and paused with just the tip of my little finger under the hem of her shorts, right next to panties.

Without saying anything, Kate just grabbed my hand and moved it a centimetre more under her shorts and closed her eyes, encouraging me to keep touching her. I wasn't even sure how we'd got here. One second Kate had been looking for a tissue, the next she was touching my chest, and after that she'd just sat down in the curve of my body and had this soft smile on her face. I'd put my hand on her shin and she'd just laid herself back on me and nodded. I slid my hand down her leg and back up over her tummy. Back and forth over her tummy, I ran my hand.

Pausing momentarily, I slid my hand under her top and up over her breast. 

I heard the clinking noise of a wine bottle in a metal bucket and looked up into the eyes of my wife Sarah and then shifted my gaze over to James. Busted!

SARAH

It took me less than a second to understand what was happening in the lounge. My long time friend Kate was enjoying my husband's attention. I'd joked with Luke a bunch of times the only people I'd have a foursome with, was Kate and James. And he'd agreed, so what he was doing was not surprising. 

Kate's face was blushing, but she wasn't getting up. Luke was dragging his hand off her breast. 

I grinned at them. I put the wine and the ice bucket on the table. Turning to James, I grabbed his hand as I walked back to the kitchen and dragged him with me. 

"Close your mouth and don't say a word." I ordered him. 

"I think you'll find I'll do exactly as I please." He said, winking at me. Smiling at him, we settled in at the dining table. 

"What do you think is going to happen in there?" James asked me. 

"Well...Luke is a very generous partner and if he goes with his usual routine, it would start with groping over her clothes. Then clothes off. Then he'll start at the bottom and make his way up. Lots of oral sex and after she's come a few times, he'll do her any way she wants it." I responded, sipping my wine. James just looked at me. I could tell he was thinking things over quickly. 

"Is that how you like it?" James asked me, sipping his cider. 

"Sure, it's been working pretty well for me for the past 16 years. Sometimes though, it would be nice if he could be a bit more forceful or directive. You know what I mean? Kind of dominant." I responded. I'd asked Luke a few times, but he was just too nice a person to be able to do it well. 

"I can do that for you. Stand up, put your wine down and hold your hands behind your back. Tell me when to stop." My pussy instantly got hot. Part of me wanted to just say no, but most of me just wanted live in the moment. Standing up, I put my wine down and clasped my hands behind me. James took a step right up close to me, reached his hand into the back of my hair, grabbed a handful of hair firmly and tilted my head up. He licked slowly up from my collarbone to the corner of my jaw. I was breathing deeply, stunned by the intensity. He opened his mouth and bit my neck firmly. I could feel his erection again, pushing against my pubic bone.

Reaching down, he undid the tie on the side of my dress and took a step back to stare at my body and my lingerie. 

"God, your body is a blessing to mankind. Look at those breasts." He said to me, staring at my lacy bra. The bra was a miracle of engineering, cradling my bountiful boobs and highlighting their size and actually being supportive and comfortable.

"Turn around, put your hands on the bench and lean over. I want to see your arse." He ordered me. I'd spoken with James about anal sex before and I knew it was not something Kate would ever try, but something that Luke and I did regularly. 

Turning, I leaned on the bench, draping my dress to the side so James could see my arse through the sheer lace of my panties. He stepped in quickly, grabbed the sides of my panties and whipped them down. Squatting down a bit, he grabbed my arse, parting it slightly so he could run his tongue from my clit up over my rosebud. Gasping, I turned my head to see him. His attitude was super sexy, but if we were going where I thought we were going, lube was going to be required and it was always better for me with a vibrator for my clit. 

James stood up, licked two of his fingers and slid them into my pussy, rubbing them against my g-spot. I was so ridiculously turned on. His dominance was sexy, the illicitness of the situation was sexy, James himself was sexy, and what he was doing was pushing literal buttons. He licked another finger and started playing with my arse, pushing his finger in a little and taking it out again. I was about a minute away from a g-spot orgasm that was likely going to have me squirting straight onto James's hand. Surprise!

Just then I heard Kate moan. Just the thought of Luke eating her pussy pushed me over the edge of orgasm. My pussy clenched, once, twice and a little wetness exploded out onto James, my eyes rolling back as an orgasm raged through my body. 

Laughing, he looked down at his wet hand and the panties around my ankle, "I didn't expect that to happen. What do we do now?"

"I vote for lube, a vibrator and about five more orgasms." I gave him a relaxed grin and grabbed a hand towel out of the drawer to clean up a bit. 

"I have that present you gave us for our wedding anniversary that we've actually never used. But it's in our bedroom, which is on the other side of the sitting room that Sarah and Luke are in..."

KATE

Luke was so intuitive. He could read my body like a book. He'd been touching me all over, running his hand up and down my legs, tummy and breasts, teasing, relaxing, and playing. Eventually, he'd started running his hand up under the edge of my shorts, and when he couldn't get to where he wanted, he started running his hands over the fabric of my shorts, playing with the waistband and eventually slid his fingers between my thighs, rubbing my clit through the material of my shorts and panties. 

"Ah, um, oh oh oh." I whispered. James never seemed to understand what I wanted. I always got the feeling he was doing what he wanted. It was like Luke was reading my mind tonight. I loved being touched all over, loved a long slow warm up before getting down to business. It took me time to get in the right mood. 

Holding my arm and looking me in the eye, Luke asked, 

"Is it okay if I take your top and your bra off?" He was so sweet and caring. Just seconds ago, I'd been wishing he'd take things a little further and play with my breasts more. I walked to the light switch, turned it off, and walked back. Luke watched me like prey.

"Please." I squeaked out. Luke sat up, gripped the bottom edge of my tank top and lifted it over my head, he reached behind me to undo my bra, but I pointed to the front clasp. He looked confused. 

"Could you help me?" He asked, holding the two edges of the bra. I slid my thumb up behind the clasp and pushed forward, the two halves of my bra and my breasts falling out. Luke smiled at my breasts. He picked me up, sat me on his lap and massaged my breasts. Pinching my nipples, Luke leant forward to kiss me. 

"Are you sure about this?" I asked. Fondling somehow seemed okay, but kissing seemed more intimate. 

"I am if you are. I want to keep going, but only if you want me to." Luke answered. He seemed happy to take his direction from me. I gently leaned forward and kissed him on the mouth. He took over the kissing, tenderly playing his tongue over mine and groping my breasts while we kissed. Leaning back a little, he moved one of my nipples to his mouth and warmly sucked it. Groaning, I wanted to say 'more', but I didn't want to be demanding. Luke took my non-verbal cue and sucked harder, gripping my nipple lightly with his teeth while pinching my other nipple. He then swapped breasts making me groan more. 

I was well and truly wet. James never took this much time to pleasure me.

Sliding his thumbs into the sides of my shorts, Luke peeked up at me, looking for emotion on my face. Lifting my butt up was all the invitation he needed to pull my shorts and panties down. But then I was sitting naked on my couch, holding a cushion against myself, nervous that Luke could see my bald pussy. 

Luke was staring at me like I was lunch. 

"Will you please let me touch you?" He asked tentatively. I nodded once. I think if he'd said anything else, demanded anything, said anything about my body even if it was positive, I would have wimped out. His manners and his quiet approach made me think that continuing might be alright, even good. Strangely, Luke sat up, fished his phone out of his shorts pocket and set a timer for 15 minutes. 

"I want you to feel comfortable and get the most out of this. If you're not feeling it in 15 minutes time, we'll try something else." He said to me. This was a new concept for me, but made me instantly feel better about things. I had an out if I needed it. I wasn't usually a fan of oral sex, but for 15 minutes, I could give it a go. I thought he'd dive straight in like James always did, but he just bent forward and laid me on the couch and passed me a pillow. 

"Hide if you want to." Holding the pillow to my chest, I was nervous. Luke slid his hands down my sides and over my hips. His big hands continued down the side of my legs, over my calves and back up to my knees. Grabbing his own cushion with one hand, he put it on the ground, kneeled down and then readjusted his obviously hard cock. He spread my legs a little and rather than instantly eating my pussy he started nibbling his way from knee towards my centre. When he got close, he switched to the other leg and proceeded up my leg. Right before he got to my pussy, he looked up at me. I guess he was asking permission or checking I was still okay. 

"You can keep going." I moaned, covering my face with my cushion, a bit embarrassed I was asking for more. Luke leaned down and sucked my naked pussy straight into his mouth. Licking back and forward, I could tell he knew what he was doing. He stopped sucking for a second and moved away. 

I wasn't sure what he was doing, but when he wiggled one wet finger right into my pussy it made my quiver in anticipation. He immediately started sucking and licking in time with his finger pushing against me on the inside. He was doing a great job, but I couldn't help thinking about the timer. I didn't want him to stop or to have to tell him I wanted him to continue. It would be way too awkward. Patting around with my hand, I found his phone and shoved it far under the couch cushions to mute the alarm. 

I felt Luke stop again and shortly after, a wet finger touched my arse. I twitched out of the way and Luke instantly stopped, completely aware that I was not interested in arse play. Luke continued rubbing the inside of my pussy and licking the outside, oblivious to the timer that was probably going off as I lay there feeling his pleasure grow in me. 

Luke reached his free hand up and tweaked my nipple sending me over the edge in orgasmic heaven. I could feel my pelvic muscles squeezing Luke's finger as he kept stroking, coaxing my orgasm to continue just a moment longer. 

Luke stopped, but didn't take his finger out of my pussy. My breath was heaving after the climax and I was suddenly very aware that it was really hot in the lounge room.

I heard footsteps and saw James stick his head through the doorframe. Light spilled around him. I was too orgasmic to care. 

"I just want to grab something out of the bedroom." James said, staring at Luke's hand against my pussy. 

"That's fine. Can you chuck us a towel on the way back?" I asked. I had no idea what he was getting, but I didn't care. 

JAMES

Holy. Fuck. 

Luke's hand was knuckles deep in my wife Kate and his mouth was wet, I assumed from going down on her. Kate didn't normally like oral sex, so I felt a bit miffed. And she was naked as the day she born if I didn't count the pillow covering her chest. It was not her style. I always thought the purpose of Brazilian waxes was oral sex, but Kate never seemed particularly inclined. 

But then I remembered the reason I was standing there, gobsmacked, was that I was on a mission to get lube and a vibrator for Sarah. Who was in my kitchen. Waiting for me. Wanting to be fucked. 

I walked into the bedroom and opened the built-in robes, looking for the red gift bag that Sarah had given us. I knew it had expensive lube in it, a small vibrator and batteries. She'd included some massage oil, but Kate and I had actually used it for foot massages. I found the red tag behind a pile of shoeboxes on Kate's side and grabbed the whole bag. Snagging a clean towel out of the bathroom, I started to head out. Realising I'd probably need my own clean towel shortly, I walked back into the en suite and grabbed a second towel. 

Kate and Luke were lying on the couch kissing, his hand buried in her pussy as I walked past. I didn't know what to think. I threw the towel on the coffee table and walked back into the kitchen. 

"You look a bit shell shocked." Sarah pointed out.

"Kate's nude, enjoying herself and moaning. I'm not sure how I feel."

"I know. I peeked in while you were in the bedroom. I could hear the moaning from here. I didn't think Kate would be so vocal. And I see you brought supplies. If I'd known then that I'd be personally using what was in that bag, I would have included a mini butt plug too. But we'll work with what we've got." Sarah said matter-of-factly. I was sure she could see my hard-on tenting my shorts. I was in no doubt that she knew that talking about arse play was turning me on more. 

I grabbed the vibrator box out of the bag, cut open the batteries with the kitchen scissors and undid the end of the vibrator. I loaded up the batteries and I peeled the plastic seal off the lube. Then I looked at Sarah, remembering she wanted me to be the boss tonight. 

"Lean back on the bench, pull your panties down slowly and use this on your clit." I instructed her. She pulled her panties down to her knees then took the vibrator out of my hand. She reached for the lube and squeezed a drop onto the vibrator, then slithered her hand down between her legs. I went back to licking her cunt and her arse. Hearing her breathing, I knew it was time to get serious about the arse fucking. 

"I've never done this before, please tell me if I'm doing anything wrong," I whispered, out of character for a moment, 

"I'm going to fuck your arse and you're going to love it." Gripping the lube, I put some on my finger. I rubbed it against Sarah's back entrance, getting it nice and wet. I squeezed some more along the length of finger and started slowly fingering her arse while she vibrated her clit. I felt like I should be doing something other than just fingering her arse, so I slide two fingers into her already wet pussy. She groaned, so I figured I was on the right track. 

Sarah's breathing was getting more ragged and I guessed she was close to a second orgasm, I changed the timing of the in and out of her pussy and arse to match her breathing and deepened them a little. I could feel Sarah's pussy pulsing around my fingers and knew she was seconds away from an orgasm. I leaned down to her ear. 

"Fingering your arse is fucking hot." I said. And she orgasmed. Her wetness soaking my hand again, her arse muscles compressing my finger. Her breathing was hard, her eyes focussed off in the middle distance. 

"That was really hot," she said after she got her breath back. 

"Dirty talk really makes me hot. Clearly. But now I need more orgasms. Will you fuck my arse?" She said to me. Before I had a chance to agree wholeheartedly, she said, 

"Let's do it on the table. And I need you to kiss me."

Kissing Sarah. I wasn't sure I could do it. The only person I'd kissed properly in the last 20 years was Kate. But I'd just fingered Sarah's arse and made her orgasm twice. Why was I even thinking that kissing was an issue?

"Take this towel, put it on the table and lie down with your legs open. Do not kiss me back." I instructed. I figured I could control the situation so that I was comfortable with it. Sarah did exactly as instructed. She sauntered over to the table smiling at me. She bent over gracefully showing me her dripping pussy and laid the towel down on the table. She climbed up, lay down and opened her legs. She closed her eyes and smiled like her world was only full of goodness. 

The problem was, I was going to have to lie down, on top of her mostly naked, wet body, with my erection being the hardest it had probably ever been, get past her magnificent large breasts and kiss her on the mouth without losing my fucking mind. She was the hottest fucking thing I'd ever seen and was boner-worthy with her clothes on. As she was currently naked, I just wanted to fuck her brains out, but she wanted to kiss me. Why was I making such a big deal of this? Just kiss her and fuck her! In and out. Easy right?

Who was I kidding? I wanted to kiss Sarah more than anything, but the future was going to be so awkward if I did.

I undid the button on my shorts, unzipped the fly and slipped my shorts and boxer briefs off. If I was going to kiss her, it was going to be as intimate as possible because, really, you only live once. 

I eased up to the edge of the table. Sarah's eyes were closed. I put my hands on her naked hips and pulled her close to me. She wrapped her legs around me and pulled me close with her feet. 

Leaning over to kiss her, I heard a soft thud against the shared wall between the kitchen and the front sitting room. 

LUKE

Kate was amazing. She was tiny, feminine, glossy, pink. I loved that I could pick her up easily and move her around. I loved that she was happy to go with the flow and not talk or move around. Her shyness was endearing too because her body was perfection. Her pussy was clean shaven, with little lips and a clitoris that was easy to get to. Her breasts were these little cupcakes, iced with beautiful pink nipples. Her hips, waist, arse and ribs were curvy and outstandingly ladylike. 

I was a little worried that she'd break if we had sex, but she'd been so wet when I finger banged her, and loose enough that I thought I'd be able to squeeze my cock in. The height and weight difference was something I hadn't really had to consider with Sarah as she was tall and robust. Kate was definitely petite and delicate. She was however, just as clear as Sarah when it came down to sex time. 

Kate pulled at my shorts insistently, and wrestled the button undone. She unzipped me and tugged the shorts down over my glutes. They dropped to the floor and she grasped the sides of my boxers and pulled them down too, freeing me. My cock was raring to go, already dripping precum onto their carpet. 

Unexpectedly, Kate took a hold of my rock-hard cock and sucked the end a little. I wasn't going to last long and I really wanted to bang her. 

"Do you have a favourite position?" I asked her. I wanted to make this good for her and I was going to come in any position she wanted. 

"I like facing away," she blushed, 

"I like having my nipples played with." She said quietly. 

I picked her up and put her on the couch on her knees, facing the back of the couch and bent her over a bit. Standing close to the couch, I bent my knees, but I could see the angle was going to be all wrong and hard work for both of us. Standing up again, I looked around the room. 

"What are you looking for?" Kate asked with a worried look on her face. 

"Something for you to stand on. If that's okay." I answered. Kate got up and walked over to some built-in cupboards. Opening them, she squatted down and got out a giant ancient atlas and a huge dictionary. She passed them to me without looking me in the eyes. 

"Thank you." I said. I took them over to the wall next to the couch and put them down on the ground next to the skirting board. I tugged Kate by the hand over to the books and lifted her up into a passionate kiss. Placing her gently on top of the books, I spun her around and put her hands on the wall. I spread her legs a little with my knee and drove my cock into her waiting pussy. The thump against the wall was audible, but hot. Reaching one hand around her chest, I pinched her nipple. Using my other hand, I pulled her close to me as I pushed her into the wall with my hips. 

Kate's moans were music to my ears, but I wanted to coax her to cum one more time before I came. I wanted to feel the entire length of my cock inside her, but I was worried about how tiny she was.

Swapping hands, I played with her other nipple. Her moans get more persistent. I bent my head forward and sucked on neck. Her cries got louder. Her hand reached around. She tried to pull me closer.

"More." Kate groaned. I changed positions. My cock was ready to finish. I could feel Kate's arse muscles squeezing me. I thrust the final inch of my cock in, deep inside her. 

A high-pitched squeaky 'Oh' emanated out of her mouth and I felt her pussy contract around my cock. That was it for me. My cum came rocketing out of me in great streams, my body shuddering as her pussy milked the last drop of come from me. 

I slid my cock from her smoothly and picked up the towel from the coffee table. I passed her an end and used my end to clean up a bit. 

Walking over to the couch, I slumped down and grabbed the water jug Kate had brought in at the start of the night. I filled her empty wine glass with water, drank some, then refilled it for her. She sat down beside me and picked up her singlet with her toes. Putting it on without a bra, she looked at me. 

"What do you think James and Sarah are doing?" She asked. 

SARAH

Lying there, my eyes closed against the down lights, I took a moment to soak in the sexiness of the night. It was hotter than lava, but the kids were asleep leaving me free to feel like an adult rather than a mum. The wine had been lovely. James, one of my oldest friends was standing between my legs, naked, for the first time in my life. The vibrator in my hand was doing a great job of keeping me close to orgasm. I kept sliding it in and out of my pussy, and up and over my clit, again and again. I wanted to give James a show he'd never forget. 

He took the vibrator out of my hand, turned it off and put it on the table. I opened my eyes and looked up at him. He lifted my hands and pulled me up to sitting. He held my face in his hands and kissed me softly, his tongue touching mine. 

Demanding and intense. 

James's eyes were closed, his breathing deep but I could feel a smile on his face as he kissed me. Then I felt him draw himself up and roll his shoulders back. He opened his eyes, his face stern. He moved his hands to the tops of my arms. 

"Lie back and do exactly as I say. You come when I tell you to come. If you're good, I'll kiss you goodnight." He winked at me, smiled a lazy smile and let go of my arms. He picked up the vibrator and turned it on. 

"Open your legs and use this on your clit only." James demanded. He watched me. He stared at my pussy as I ran the vibrator over myself. I closed my eyes to focus on the feeling. I heard James uncap the lube. 

I felt James's fingers touch the edge of my arse. I relaxed, letting him slide one finger inside me. I could tell he was ready to fuck because I could feel his hard cock against my thigh, his precum spreading on me. His fingers were smaller than Luke's, but his cock appeared about the same size so I was hoping he would slide another finger into my arse to get me ready for the impending penetration. 

James lubed another finger and slid into my arse. Using his other hand, he slid two fingers into my very wet and ready pussy. He was using his fingers like cocks by thrusting them in and out of me. I could feel myself nearing orgasm. The feel of the vibrator and his fingers in both my holes was making me crazy. He decided it was time and pulled his fingers from me, wiping his hands on the towel. 

Using the lube again, James dripped some onto his cock and spread it around. 

"Pull your knees back and show me where you want my cock." James said firmly. I grabbed my knees, pulled them back and gave him the visual he needed and I wanted. James lined his dripping cock up against my now ready butthole and pressed in gently. The look on his face was priceless - nervous, horny, amazed. 

The vibrator was still sliding slowly against me, gradually dragging me closer to a crescendo. The feel of James's cock pressed up against me, ready to slide into my arse, was going to make me see stars in no time at all. James felt my arse relax a little and pressed his cock in a bit. He paused a moment, getting the feel of it, feeling the new tight and warm sensations wrapped around his hard-on. He pushed forward again, his cock almost the whole way in. 

"Thrust gently." It was a very quiet demand. I was so close. A small amount of thrusting was going to move me from extremely turned on to blissed out. James started moving his cock in and out slightly. Moving more deeply, he grabbed my legs firmly. 

"Come for me now. I'm going to come deep in your arse as I watch you orgasm." He declared. 

I focussed in on my clit with the vibrator and felt James pinch both my nipples firmly. Those sensations with the feel of a big cock fucking my arse forced me to let out an almighty gasp. My arse clamped against James's thrusting cock. My back arched. I felt James's cock throb as he ejaculated in me. Eventually, the pulses of orgasm calmed down. I eased the vibrator away and turned it off. My breath was heaving. I could hear James's breath too. He looked at me, grinned and smoothly removed his cock. Using the towel, we cleaned up a little. 

"Do you guys want to come over for dinner again next week?" He asked. A vision of me licking Kate's pussy flashed into my mind. I just laughed and nodded at James. 

"Sure." I said. 

"Great." He laughed too. 

A little later, after I'd cleaned my teeth ready for the spare bed, James came in. I turned around to see what he wanted. He leaned in and kissed me. 

"Goodnight sexy." He said and wandered off to his own bed.