Breakfast Club 2

Every few Sunday mornings, Carl and I got together with another officer couple, Frank and Lydia. The boys improved their breakfast cooking skills to include such delicacies as jelly omelets, cheeze omelets and over easy eggs. We also studied sex manuals with them and tried new and different things after breakfast, too. We were amazed at the different positions in the manual and would both try the same thing. But it was all pretty conventional, other than we were having sex in the same room as another married couple.

I realized I was developing urges for Frank after seeing him with Lydia so often but had put them out of my mind this morning. We always started our escapades by "sneaking" up behind the boys while they were washing the dishes. (Sometimes that led to a good soapy soaking which was all the more fun if we didn't have on a bra.) On this morning, Lydia whispered to me, "Let's switch and see how long it takes them to notice!" I didn't really know where this was going but I assumed we would reveal ourselves and get back to our own guys.

I tiptoed up behind this new man and, so he didn't see my hands, started to stroke his back. Then I rested my head on his broad shoulder blades. His aroma was intoxicating as I slid my face back and forth over his shirt. Lydia was already pulling Carl's shirt out and had her hands on his chest. I did the same thing and was suprised how wiry Franks chest hair was. I was getting terribly wet and couldn't resist opening Frank's belt and sliding my hand over his cock. 

He must have figured out what was happening when I pressed my chest against his back. I don't have nearly the boobs that Lydia does. I heard him mutter, "Oh, my!" and he turned to face me. He gave a shocked glance over to Lydia and then grabbed me. 

Carl had gotten wise pretty quickly too and looked at me for an explanation. I muttered something like, "Just a joke," but by then, Frank was kissing my neck and reaching inside my blouse. I watched in dismay as Carl turned to Lydia and his hands disappeared into her skirt. I could tell he had them on her bare fanny under her panties.

I knew then that I would be having Franks wonderful cock and resigned myself to letting Carl have Lydia. Frank was more passionate than I had ever seen him with Lydia -- probably because of the new partner. He took off all my clothes and I his. Then he began a slow exploration of my body with his hands, lips and tongue. He did this right in the kitchen with me standing up -- circling my nipples, kissing my belly button, fingering my pussy while he played with my clit with his thumb and tongue.I could barely stand when his thumb went in my pussy and his finger up my asshole. I was cumming standing right there. 

We retired to the sofa and his ministrations continued. Carl and Lydia were fucking on the easy chair. I finally said "Fuck me now, Fuck me now." Carl and Lydia were moaning and grunting and soon Frank and I joined in as he slid his beautiful cock inside me. Thank god for birth control pills because I felt him gushing forth in me for five or six strokes.

When we parted, Carl and Lydia were sitting on the corners of the easy chair looking down at the floor. Tears were in her eyes and mine started to get wet, too.

All four of us went back to our respective partners. Carl stood up and we hugged. Lydia and I were both crying like babies by now. I gathered myself together and gave Carl a big hug and a kiss. I knelt down and started kissing his legs and tummy and finally his wonderful cock. I had started to give him a blow job, when I realized it was not my pussy I was tasting on him, but Lydia's. But it was a wonderful, confusing aroma and it was as much her smell as his rising organ that made me let him cum in my mouth. When that was over, he fucked me proper and it felt very very good.

Carl and Lydia had made up and made love, too. As we went home, I realized that we had crossed into a new life. I also wondered at the strange feelings that Lydia's taste and aroma had aroused in me.