"Another drink, Jimmy?"

"Yeah, okay, Jer'.", I said. I walked with Jerry over to the bar, where
he refilled my glass. We took our glasses out to his back deck and
settled down to watch the sun set.

Debby and I had gotten to Jerry and Carol's a few minutes late, but not
too bad. I had completely forgotten the invitation, and worked late
that day. I was surprised to find Debby talking to Jenny, the teenager
from across the street, in our front yard when I got home.

Debby turned to me, and asked, "Did you forget we're having dinner
tonight with Jerry and Carol?"

My mouth dropped open, and then I quickly shut it. "Oh shit!" I threw my
briefcase back in the car and trotted inside. "I'll be right down."

Debby laughed and led Jenny inside, as I heard Brian say "Mommy, Daddy
said a bad word!".

"We'll just have to spank him.", she told our eight-year old.

Brian took off after me up the stairs, yelling how he was going to spank
me. I grabbed him up and returned him to his mother, who deposited him,
in turn, with Jenny. Jenny was obviously going to be the babysitter.
After a quick shower, I changed into some khakis and a pullover. Debby
was ready to go, in slacks and a blouse.

At the front door, Debby kissed the boys good-bye and we left. Looking
at my watch, I told her we had time to walk. The weather was perfect,
and we walked the two blocks holding hands. When we got to the front
door, I rang the bell several times to no response, but then we heard a
yell and walked to the side fence.

"Come on around, Jerry's going to barbecue!", called out Carol from the
deck.

Debby and I entered the back yard and climbed the stairs to the deck.
Jerry came out the patio door with a plate of steaks, which he set on
the picnic table. He and I shook hands, as Carol and Debby hugged.

Jerry and I have known each other for more than ten years, going back to
when we roomed in college. He was best man at Debby's and my wedding,
and I was an usher at his and Carol's. When she first met Carol, Debby
couldn't figure out what she saw in him. "They're so different! I mean,
it's like Mutt and Jeff!"

I suppose she was right. I mean, Jerry is maybe five-two, if he's
stretching, has lost most of his hair, and only a religiously kept
schedule of poorly played racquetball keeps his weight in check. An
accountant. They have no kids. Carol is five-ten in her stocking feet,
dark haired, dark eyed, a drop dead knockout. She used to be a model. I
saw some of her work in a lingerie catalogue. Long legs, huge tits. In
heels she towered over him. At his bachelor party, somebody gave him a
scuba snorkel for when they danced. God knows she could smother him
with those tits.

Actually, I had seen more of those tits than Jerry knew. Once, a few
years ago, Debby and I had been over for dinner, and the main bathroom
was being rebuilt. If you wanted to piss, you used the bath in the
master bedroom. And I needed to piss.

Along several walls of the bedroom were photographs of Carol from her
modeling days. All were tastefully and exquisitely done blowups of
several of her more risqué shots - teddies, gowns, garter sets, and the
like. After finishing my business, I had stood there and looked them
over. And I noticed an open photo album on a nightstand. Sneaking over,
feeling guilty, I had looked at the Polaroids inside. Obviously done by
Jerry himself, these pictures showed Carol, still in lingerie, but
considerably more exposed. Her gorgeous tits pointed at the lens, and
in several shots her pussy was exposed. It was shaved smooth, and had one of those dildos I think they call the ultra skin cock inserted.

The sight definitely got me worked up, and I really gave Debby a good
fucking that night. Later that summer, we took the kids to Disney
World, and rented a video camera. When we came home, before I returned
the camera, I rigged a tripod up and we made a dirty movie. It was
pretty standard, I suppose, and of course, no changing angles.
Basically, I was a handyman working on an electrical outlet. Debby wore
nothing but a very sheer blouse, a tiny wrap skirt, long stockings, and
high heels. While I was turned away from her, working at the baseboard,
she unbut

Standing in the bath, the water formed rivulets between her firm breasts and to then cascade down her smooth thighs. She placed one leg over the edge of the bath and leant forward to the towel rail and took the large towel which was warming there and , draping it over her shoulders she completed the step from the bath so that the toes of both feet curled into the warm rug as she admired her naked body in the full length mirror in front of her. Gently she padded herself dry, never taking her eyes from the image before her and paying special attention to the freshly shaven area which moments before had been a thick cushion of luxurious brown curls . She made her way , still naked , to her bedroom . pausing in front of the larger mirror there , she inspected more closely the shaven area . not having seen that area since she was a teenager she was intrigued to see how high her pussy slit curved over the pubic mound so that the divide was clearly visible at the apex to her thighs. She sat on the bed and then lay so that she was supported only be her elbows and languorously parted her thighs to enable her to examine more intimately the pussy lips themselves. Allowing her fingers to explore the soft, pliable and warm folds she gently released the hood at the very tip , as she did so she could both see and feel the clitoris appear and hide again as though shy of its own image. As she caressed herself she leaned over and reached into her night stand and took out her pocket rocket to aid her as she recounted the time she had seduced the girl who had moved in across the road, her very first bi experience. She had gone over with a welcoming bottle of wine and found the girl in tears . her husband had gone to the pub leaving her to sort the house out alone. Sitting beside her she had attempted innocently enough to console her new friend. Putting an arm around her had seemed an innocent enough action . she had however been pleasantly surprised to discover just how fragile another girls body had felt , so much softer and more pliable than a mans It seemed natural to nuzzle into the sobbing girls neck and, when she looked up , to kiss away the tears . from there their lips just seemed to meet, hesitantly at first and then more demanding until Jane's lips parted slightly to receive her own inquiring and probing tongue. Not that things were by any means one sided , she had been a little shocked to feel Jane's fingers curve around her left breast but only a little and by the time her blouse was open and she could feel Jane's warm breath as her mouth , having torn itself away from her lips was poised over her nipple , which with a mind of its own was already puckering up to welcome the delicate feminine tongue which was hovering to introduce itself. From there it was natural for their clothes to slide from their bodies. there was a small hurdle to be crossed when she encountered for the first time at close and intimate quarters , the hair framed , oval shaped and sweet smelling pussy which belonged to Jane . Feeling Jane's tongue making its initial acquaintance with her own moist cunt and clitoris however caused her to dispel any further hesitation. The next hour or so had been ecstatic , all of the things which she had willed a man to do she could do to Jane and as if in immediate response had felt the result in Jane's vocal and physical reaction as they guided each other into the mysteries of female love. Her recollections suddenly erased themselves from her minds eye as the gentle waves of a mini orgasm rippled through her body leaving her lying content with her fingers still caressing her slit, still wet with Astroglide. She spent several more minutes enjoying the new texture of bare skin , where for so long there had been hair and enjoying too the warmth and wetness within her body before reluctantly standing and making her way to the dressing table. In 20 minutes her make up was completed to her satisfaction with only perfume to be added. She sprayed the perfume behind her ears , at the base of her throat, on her wrists and behind her knees, more slowly she directed a silken net at her cleavage and watched as it rolled clinging to the inner sides of her breasts. Breathing deeply she allowed the fine spray to hit the area between her navel and that newly revealed slit and then took aim at her inner thigh and its partner opposite. From her jewellery box she selected a pair of fine pierced earrings and felt the shafts of steel penetrate the minute openings in the lobes of her ears in a way that was both painful and pleasurable before sliding on the locking studs. She moved to her wardrobe , still undecided what to wear tonight. Extending her long scarlet painted finger nails she reached one