I met Kim in early June... the very first day Mark and I moved into our new house in River Oaks, an exclusive neighborhood near downtown Houston. Actually, I was moving into our new house... Mark was at the office... working, as usual.

Kim lived next door, and when she saw the moving van parked on the street, and me out on the front lawn directing the movers, she came over with a big smile and a glass of ice tea to welcome me to the neighborhood.

I liked her immediately... I could tell right away that we appeared to be cut from the same cloth, and in mere minutes, we seemed to be well on the way to being great neighbors.

Her husband, Dylan, was also working, and we quickly bonded over the fact that we both had workaholic husbands who were executives at their respective companies.

With wry smiles and nodding heads, we acknowledged that this had many things to recommend it: neither of us had to work; we spent most of our time shopping and volunteering at charitable events; leaving us plenty of time to enjoy ourselves... relaxing around the pool... drinking wine and soaking up the Texas sun.

But we also couldn’t ignore the downside... our husbands were always at the office, traveling for work, or on golf trips with co-workers and clients.... which often left us wives ‘unattended to’... in more ways than one.

We knew intuitively that we were going to be close friends, so we exchanged numbers, and I turned my attention back to directing the movers and unpacking everything they were unloading, as I went about transforming my new house into a home.

After giving me about a week to get settled, Kim came over to visit, and invited me to join her gym so we could start working out together. I was in the process of looking for a gym, so I gladly signed up at hers, and we quickly fell into a comfortable routine.

We’d go to the gym together in the morning... and on days where we didn’t have charity functions scheduled... we’d go shopping until about mid-day... stop someplace quaint for lunch... then spend the afternoon lounging on one of our patios... sunbathing by the pool and sipping glasses of wine.

With the summer sun and Houston humidity bearing down on us, we usually sunbathed in the nude, which seemed to both reflect and cement our growing friendship. There was just something profoundly welcoming and intimate about drinking wine with a friend, while lounging naked by the side of the pool.

I couldn’t help but notice that Kim was a strikingly beautiful woman... she was blonde... about 5’4” tall, with a slender, athletic build... curves in all the right places... including beautiful, natural C-cup boobs that seemed to defy gravity. They had a lovely, sexy jiggle to them as she walked around the patio, climbed out of the pool, or ran inside to grab another bottle of wine.

I was a little taller... about 5’6”... with a slightly more curvaceous shape... including big, natural 36D tits, which also jiggled around quite a bit... bouncing and swaying back and forth whenever I moved around the patio, or jumped in and out of the pool.

During our workouts, shopping, and sunbathing sessions, we talked about everything... sharing our life stories and relaying tidbits of our personal lives that only get mentioned to the people you’re especially close to.

It wasn’t long before our conversations turned to sex, and we realized that we both faced similar situations at home.... our husbands typically only fucked us about once every week or two... if they weren’t traveling for work or golf... and that both of us really missed getting fucked more often... like back when we were dating them, and during the first few years after getting married.

Both of us had been with our husbands for about twelve years, or so, and both of us were still very attractive women, which... we admitted... really added to our frustration. Heck, we were only in our late thirties!

One afternoon... about six weeks after Kim and I met... we were lounging on her patio by the pool... naked, of course... after our morning workout, which was followed by a light lunch at a cute little Italian cafe.

We had finished one bottle of merlot, so we were both a bit tipsy, and Kim had gone inside to open another. When she brought the second bottle out, I watched as she carried it to the patio table near my chaise lounge.... her firm boobs swaying a bit, and wobbling up and down as she walked.

I had to admit... I was impressed with her toned body and jiggling tits... it was hard not to stare.

She re-filled both wine glasses and started to walk over to hand me mine.

She stumbled just as she got to me... spilling both glasses of wine all over me.... completely covering my breasts and nipples, and splashing all over my stomach, too... with trails of burgundy liquid spilling down my torso.... pooling in my pierced navel, and continuing to dribble even lower... eventually seeping into the folds and crevices around my shaved pussy.

We both started laughing, as I lay there... both of us staring at my wine-drenched body... my tits and belly covered in wine... the red liquid dripping down between my legs and turning my vagina the color of merlot.

After we swore and giggled for a while, I started to get up to grab a towel... but Kim gently pushed me back onto the chaise lounge and said, “No... stay there, Jenny... I’ll take care of it.”

Then she totally surprised me... she didn’t grab a towel, but instead leaned over and sucked my left nipple into her mouth... licking the wine from the tip and flicking it with her tongue... while using both of her hands to begin caressing my wine-stained boobs.

Maybe it was all the wine we’d already consumed... maybe the heat of the sun... maybe just the two of us being naked together by the pool... I don’t know... but I found myself in a bit of a daze... relishing Kim’s warm, wet mouth pulling on my stiffening nipples, and getting lost in the delightful pleasure of her hands squeezing the flesh of my sensitive breasts.

I closed my eyes... raised my arms and rested them above my head... then just reveled in the warm, luxurious sensation of Kim’s wet mouth moving from one erect nipple to the other... sucking and nibbling... while her hands continued to massage my big, soft tits.

Through half-closed eyes, I watched Kim as she bent over me... her beautiful boobs dangling just above my stomach... jiggling ever so slightly as she kept caressing my breasts, and sucking on my firm nipples.

I unconsciously spread my legs slightly, and mumbled, “Oh, my God, Kim.... that feels fantastic.”

Kim murmured something into my breast, which I couldn’t quite make out, then... with her lips still locked onto one of my nipples... she released my right boob and moved that hand down between my legs.... running her fingers up and down the slit between my wine-soaked pussy lips... before finding my straining clitoris and rubbing little circles around the tip, as I moaned and writhed in response.

I mumbled, “Holy shit, Kim... what are you doing to me?”

Kim pulled my nipple out of her mouth with a ‘plop’... giggled, and said, “I’m just getting started”.

Grinning broadly, she continued massaging my plump clitoris with her fingers, as she slowly ran her tongue down my torso... stopping at my naval to slurp up some wine that had pooled there... then continued licking her way down to my snatch.

She moved from my side, down toward the foot of my chaise lounge, until she was kneeling between my legs. She pushed my knees further apart... then replaced her fingers on my swollen clit with her warm, wet mouth.

As she began sucking and nibbling on my stiff nub, she took the hand that had been rubbing my clitoris, and slid two fingers of that hand into my totally drenched pussy, all the time using her other hand to squeeze and fondle my heavy breasts.

My God, I was in heaven!

I purred and cooed, as I took one hand from behind my head and reached down to entwine it in Kim’s hair... pulling her face hard into my dripping wet pussy. She continued finger-blasting my soaked cunt.... hitting all the right spots inside me.... while I kept rocking my engorged clit against her sucking lips and flicking tongue.

In no time, I felt a massive orgasm building between my legs... I let out a guttural moan, then creamed all over Kim’s face.... my pussy juices drenching her probing fingers and dripping down her chin... as an intense wave of euphoric pleasure crashed through my entire body.

“Oh, my God... oh, my God... yeah... yeah... shit, yeah... right there... right th...... aaaaaahhhhhhhhhh.... aaaaahhhhhh..... holy fuck, Kim.... aaaaahhhhhhhh... yeah, keep going.... oooooohhhhhhhh.... hmmmmmmmm....”

Kim slowed her fingers between my legs, and softened her tongue against my clitoris, as I gently twerked my hips and mewled my pleasure... enjoying the height of my incredible climax, before riding it back down again, as it slowly began to recede.

After letting me enjoy the aftermath of my delicious orgasm for a minute, or so, Kim began moving back up my torso... licking at the trails of wine on her way... until she got to my breasts... where she spent a little more time sucking on my turgid nipples... before sliding further up... until our lips met in a warm, wet, tongue-filled kiss... delightfully laced with the taste of red wine and pussy juices mixed together.

She lay on top of me... with our breasts squashed between us... our hard nipples pressing gently into the soft flesh of each other’s boobs. We kissed for several minutes, as I squeezed and fondled her butt cheeks with both of my hands, and enjoyed the remnants of my ebbing orgasm.

After my climax had waned, I used my hands on Kim’s ass to encourage her to move her body further up... past my tits... so that she was straddling my shoulders, with her dripping wet vagina poised directly above my waiting mouth.

With my hands still on her butt, I pulled her down until her vagina reached my lips... then ran my tongue along the gash between her pussy lips a few times, before finding her throbbing clit with my mouth. I sucked and nibbled on her stiff nub, as she rocked her hips and quietly murmured her pleasure.

“Holy fuck, Jenny... that feels amazing... yeah... keep going... yeah... wow... yeah... just like that... yeah...”

She began rolling her hips and grinding her clit harder against my flattened tongue, as she picked up the pace... her fluttering breath telling me that she was close to cumming.

With one hand pulling hard on the back of my head, and her other hand reaching between us to squeeze one of my boobs, Kim continued to rub her engorged button against my tongue until she suddenly threw her head back and groaned.... as an intense, tingly climax coursed through her body from nipple to clit.

“Shit, Jenny... yeah... yeah... oh, fuck... yeah... aaaaaahhhhhhhh.... aaaaahhhhhhhhh.... oh, my God, that’s amazing.... aaaaaahhhhhhhhh.... yeeeeeaaaaaahhhhh.... damn, you’re good at this.... aaaaahhhhhhhh....”

Kim mumbled and moaned for a few savory minutes, as she enjoyed the throes of her climax... then slowly slid back down my body, until we were lying facing each other on the chaise lounge... our lips occasionally touching in soft, tender kisses... as we stroked each other’s breasts and enjoyed the fleeting pleasure of our recent orgasms.

I smiled at Kim and said, “Holy shit, Kim... that was unexpected... where’d that come from?”

Kim giggled and said, “I don’t know, Jen... the sun... the wine... your gorgeous tits... it just seemed right.”

She smiled and added, “My sorority in college used to have a hazing requirement where the pledges had to make the sorority sisters on the Acceptance Committee cum in order to become a member. I got pretty good at it... and even realized I liked it... especially when the next crop of pledges had to do it to me.”

I laughed and said, “Well, you’re definitely really good at it.”

Kim said, “So... how about you? You certainly knew what you were doing....”

I chuckled and said, “Yeah... I went through a phase in college, too. I ended up ‘dating’ my roommate for two semesters.... although I eventually realized that, as much as I enjoyed having sex with her, I actually missed having a big cock pounding the shit out of my pussy.”

I pulled gently on one of Kim’s stiff nipples, then continued, “That’s when I met Mark... we started dating in my junior year. My roommate and I still had a lot of sex together whenever Mark wasn’t available... right up until we both graduated. But Mark had the perfect cock... I knew pretty quickly that he was the one, so we got engaged about half-way through our final semester.”

Kim laughed, nodded her agreement, and said, “Yeah... I know exactly what you mean... that’s why I ended up marrying Dylan.”

Then she playfully squeezed my left tit, and added, “But, I have to admit... with Dylan’s work schedule since his promotion, this was more fun than I’ve had in quite a while.”

I agreed and said, “Me, too.... I loved it.” Then I giggled, and added, “And we should definitely continue to do it.... a lot!”

We shared a kiss, then I lamented, “I just wish Mark was home more often, too.... I definitely miss all the fucking we used to do when he wasn’t so busy all the time.”

Kim got a devious smile on her face and said, “OK, Jen... here’s what I do when I need a little attention. Whenever Dylan is working too much, or is on a business trip, I get dressed up and go country-western dancing to keep myself busy... I’ve been doing it for years.”

I said, “Really? I love country-western dancing... but I haven’t been in years.”

Kim’s smile got bigger, as she added, “Well, Dylan is on a golf trip this weekend, so I plan to go on Friday night... you want to go with?”

I nodded, and said, “Yeah, actually that sounds perfect... Mark is in Calgary until Sunday... dancing on Friday sounds good.”

Once our Friday plans were agreed, we both got up and jumped into the deep end of the pool to cool off, and to rinse the sticky red wine from our hot, sweaty bodies.

When Friday rolled around, I got dressed in a short-sleeve, deep V-neck, crop top... made of lycra and spandex, so extra stretchy, which helped keep my heavy breasts in place... well, sort of. It showed a lot of cleavage... and I wasn’t wearing a bra, so my nipples and navel were pretty much on full display.

I finished off my outfit with a white, wrap-around mini-skirt, with western-style fringes... and ankle-high cowboy booties.

I headed over to Kim’s place, and watched her put the finishing touches on her make-up, as we readied ourselves for a long night of drinking and country-western dancing. I was a bit surprised at how much I was looking forward to this... I couldn’t seem to stop smiling.

Kim had dressed in a beige tube top with spaghetti straps to hold it up, which offered a perfect contrast to her suntanned shoulders. It had stylish cut-outs between her boobs... so it showed a lot of inside cleavage.

It really accentuated her tits perfectly... the material was straining against her breasts... which seemed to stand up on their own, even without a bra on... and her nipple bumps were obvious through the thin material.

Her outfit included a flare-bottom denim skirt, and calf-high cowboy boots.

As we left through the front door, I glanced at my reflection in the foyer mirror... it had been a while since I’d dressed up for fun... and I liked what I saw.

Kim knew where the dance halls were, so she drove. As we headed west, I noticed that we passed The Whiskey River Club, which was the closest place to dance.

I glanced at her and asked, “Hey, Kim... why are we passing up Whiskey River?”

She giggled and said, “It’s a little too close to home... we’re going to The Outlaw Saloon, which is a little farther west of town.”

Then, with an impish smile on her face, she added, “I think you’ll like it.”

The place was already rocking with music when we got there, and there were a bunch of dancers two-stepping on the dance floor to some mid-90’s country song by Shania Twain.

It had been a long time since I’d been out dancing like this, and I was getting swept up by everything... the music, the noise of the crowd, the dancing... even the dance floor impressed me... it had been built in a large oval shape, with tables and chairs on the inside of the “0”... which seemed to help keep the dancers moving. It was a pretty cool concept.

Kim seemed right at home as we sauntered in, but I found myself in a bit of a hypnotic daze, as we looked around for someplace to sit.

The club was pretty full, but Kim and I found two seats at a high-top table near the end of the bar. We had barely sat down before two guys approached the table and offered to buy us drinks.

They were both good looking guys... about our age... but maybe a couple years younger... kind of tall, with broad shoulders and tight jeans. Kim and I looked at each other, then smiled back at them and said we’d love it if they’d buy us a drink.

Kim seemed to recognize the guys, but didn’t appear to actually know them... they introduced themselves as Tony and Brad. They bought us drinks, then stood with us at the table, leaning in close to talk to us so our voices could be heard over the loud music and din of the crowd.

We took turns dancing with both them... returning to the table afterwards, where they seemed to stand closer and lean in even more, every time we left the dance floor.

About fifteen minutes later, another one of their friends joined us. They introduced him as Carl, and the dancing and drinking continued, with Carl getting his share of dances with Kim and me.

After several drinks, and numerous dances, we were getting pretty chummy at the table. It wasn’t long before they were standing by the table.... leaning on the two of us while we sat on our high stools and sipped our drinks... laughing and telling stories... as their hands roamed, and they rubbed up against us every chance they got.

Carl and Tony stood on either side of Kim, and seemed to be focused mostly on her; while Brad stood to my left and appeared to be totally engrossed with me. All three of them couldn’t keep their eyes from lingering on our boobs, so their riveted attention didn’t come as any great surprise.

Between the dancing, the drinks, and the attention, my head was swimming.... and I was having a blast!

Sometime around midnight, Kim peeled Carl’s hands off her tits and said she needed to go to the ladies room. She smiled at Carl and Tony as she left the table, and both of them grinned and followed her to the back of the club.

Brad stayed with me at the table, and we danced to the next song.

He was a good dancer, and I couldn’t stop smiling as we two-stepped around the big oval. I chuckled to myself as I noticed that he was pretty adept at surreptitiously grabbing handfuls of my ass and boobs, while maneuvering and spinning me around the dance floor. I couldn’t deny that I was loving the attention, and even the occasional tit squeeze.

The song that followed was a slow song, and Brad pulled me in close while we danced... grabbing my butt cheeks through my skirt, and pressing the bulge in his pants up against my bare stomach just below my crop top... hard enough that I could feel how big his growing cock was.... and, holy shit... it was big!

After the dance ended, we returned to the table... with Brad’s hand gently squeezing my butt as we pushed our way through the crowd.

Kim and the other guys weren’t at the table when we got there, so I pulled Brad’s hand off my ass and said, “I should probably go check on Kim... she’s been gone a while.”

He nodded, and said, “Good idea... I’ll go with you.”

We pushed our way to the back of the club, where there was a hallway leading to the restrooms. The ladies room was the first door on our right, followed by the men’s room, then a storage room just pass that.

It didn’t take long to see that Kim wasn’t in the ladies room.

When I came back out, I saw that Brad was standing there, grinning like a Cheshire cat...

I half-smiled at him and said, “What?”

He chuckled, grabbed me around the waist, and nudge me toward the storage room, just past the door to the men’s room.

I could hear muffled grunts coming from inside, so I wasn’t totally surprised when Brad quietly cracked open the door... and I peeked in and saw Kim standing in the middle of the small room... bent over at the waist... with Tony’s cock slamming into her pussy from behind... while Carl stood in front of her... his hand on the back of her head, as he pumped his thick prick in and out of her mouth in earnest.

Kim’s denim skirt was thrown up onto her lower back, and her tube top was pulled down and tangled around her waist... her dangling tits slapping into each other and swinging wildly beneath her... as she grunted and moaned around Carl’s stiff boner slamming against the back of her throat.

As Brad and I stood there and watched, Kim pulled Carl’s hard-on out of her mouth for a second... jerking the shaft with her fist... as she turned her head and said over her shoulder, “Uhn... uhn... yeah... yeah... harder, Tony... uhn... uhn... damn, yeah... uhn... yeah... just like that... uhn... uhn... fuck, yeah....”

Then she sucked Carl’s stiff erection back into her mouth and resumed bobbing her head back and forth, while continuing to stroke his shaft with her hand.

Brad quietly closed the storage room door, then... with his hand still around my waist... pulled me into the men’s room, and shoved me into one of the empty bathroom stalls.

Without saying anything, he just pushed me down so I was sitting on the toilet seat, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his nearly erect penis.

Holy shit... it was even bigger than I expected, based on how it felt on the dance floor... it was fucking huge!

With a silly grin on his face, he stroked the shaft of his cock a few times, as I stared at it in awe. I was totally mesmerized by its sheer size!

After a second, or two, I reached up and replaced his hand with mine... slowly gliding my hand up to the wide, bulbous tip... then down to the thick base... over and over... as it grew to its full 10” in the palm of my pumping fist.

Brad grabbed the back of my head... lacing his fingers into my long hair... and pulled my face toward his engorged prick.

I didn’t really need much encouragement... I opened my mouth and began eagerly bobbing my head back and forth on his rigid pole.... sucking and licking the mushroom-shaped head.... as I continued to stroke his shaft with one hand, and used my other hand to reach inside his unzipped pants and fondle his fleshy nutsack.

Between the drinks, the dancing, the music, and the size of the stiff hard-on sliding in and out of my mouth... I realized I was extremely turned on, and almost in a trance.

I could hear Kim grunting and moaning through the bathroom wall, and it was arousing me even more.... I didn’t have to reach between my legs to know that my panties were absolutely soaked.

I pulled Brad’s stiff boner out of my mouth and smiled up at him, as I continued to stroke his thick penis and caress his balls, and said, “I need this inside me.”

He smiled back at me, and replied, “Well... let’s see what we can do about that.”

Brad pulled me up to my feet... planting a deep, tongue-filled kiss on my lips... then deftly switched places with me... so that he was sitting on the toilet seat, and I was straddling his legs... with my sopping wet pussy poised directly over his raging hard-on.

Brad squeezed my heavy breast through my top for a minute, or two... using his fingers and thumb to find and pinch my rock-hard nipples. Then he pushed my crop top up to my chin... allowing my big tits to spring free and sway back and forth between us.

As he massaged my boobs with both hands and pulled my nipples into his mouth... sucking and pulling on them, one after the other... I reached between my legs, pulled my wet panties to the side... then found his engorged prick, and lined it up with my totally drenched pussy opening.

I let out a guttural moan as I slowly lowered myself onto his enormous erection. My God that felt incredible!

“Ooooooooohhhhhhhh.... fuuuuuuuuuuuck.... yeeeeaaaaaahhhhhhh....”

I could hear a guy peeing at one of the urinals outside our stall, and he was obviously chuckling at the noises I was making behind the closed stall door. I smiled to myself as I realized that knowing he was out there seemed to arouse me even more.

My vagina was soaking wet, and Brad’s thick cock slid in much easier than I expected... I began bouncing up and down on his rigid staff... his stiff boner going deeper and deeper into my cunt with every one of my downward lunges... eventually getting him all the way inside, until my throbbing clitoris smashed deliciously against the base of his shaft.

I grunted and moaned, as I began enthusiastically bouncing up and down on his rock-hard dick... feeling an overwhelming sense of fullness inside me... the walls of my wet cunt hugging his steely pole, as he hammered it in and out of my pussy... over and over.

I could hear Kim through the wall in between the men’s room and the storage room... she let out a yelp, then a deep-throated moan as she creamed all over Tony’s pounding prick.

I could picture her with her head thrown back, as she shoved her ass backwards into every one of Tony’s forward thrusts, even as she continued jerking off Carl’s rigid pole in front of her.

Shortly after Kim’s climax, I heard Carl and Tony both growl... almost simultaneously... as they blasted their loads of hot, creamy jizzm into her mouth and pussy.

Hearing what was happening in the storage room seemed to set me off. Between hearing Kim and the guys cumming next door, and my engorged clit rubbing up against the base of Brad’s shaft, I suddenly erupted.... letting out a muffled cry as I creamed all over his thick cock.

“Oh, yeah... oh, yeah... oh, fuck... my God, Brad... yeah... eh... eh... aaaaaahhhhhhhhhh.... oooooooohhhhhhh.... my God, yeeeeaaahhhhhhhh.... aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh... hmmmmmmm...”

I stopped bouncing on Brad’s prick for a moment... softly moaning and keening... as I closed my eyes and rubbed my sensitive clit against the base of his stiff rod.... creaming all over his thick boner, and enjoying the crescendo of my intense orgasm.

After taking a moment to enjoy my ebbing climax, I began bouncing up and down on Brad’s cock, again... relishing the throes of my lingering euphoria, as Brad started aggressively pounding his rigid pole into my cunt with every one of my downward thrusts.

Brad’s breath quickened, then began to catch, as his climax became imminent. After a few more lunges, he grabbed my tits... hard... and slammed his hips up into my crotch as he exploded... sending rope after rope of white, gooey splooge deep inside my dripping wet cunt.

“Uhn... uhn... uhn... fuck, yeah... I’m cumming... I’m cu........ ah... UHN... UHN... UHN... yeah.... aaaaahhhhhhhh.... UHN... UHN.... yeah... uhn... uhn... damn, Jenny... uhn... uhn... aaaaaaahhhhhhh... yeeeaaaaahhhhhhh...”

He continued to pump his stiff prick into my wet pussy, even after he finished cumming... moaning and murmuring his pleasure, until his climax began to fade.

When his nutsack was finally empty, he squeezed both breasts... then sucked on both nipples... first one, then the other... before lifting me off his lap... his thick penis sliding out of my dripping wet vagina with a ‘plop’... so we could both put ourselves back together and re-join the others.

As Brad stood up from the toilet, I watched his still semi-hard dick swinging back and forth as it stuck out from the opening in his jeans. I couldn’t help myself... I just had to grab it.

With my crop top still pushed up to my chin, and my boobs swaying back and forth beneath me, I bent over and sucked the tip of Brad’s slimy cock into my mouth... then used my tongue and lips to clean it off... before shoving his glistening shaft back inside his pants and pulling up his zipper.

Then I used toilet paper to wipe up the mess between my legs, while Brad continued to fondle and squeeze my exposed tits.

When I finished cleaning my pussy, I adjusted my panties and skirt... then pushed Brad’s hands away so I could pull my top back over my wobbling boobs.

By the time we made it back to our table, Kim and Tony were already back on the dance floor, and Carl was standing there with his phone to his ear.

As Brad and I sat at the table, Carl finished his call, and said, “That was my wife... I was supposed to be home over an hour ago, so I guess I’m gonna head out now.”

He and Brad shook hands, then Carl gave me a hug and said, “It was a pleasure meeting you and Kim.” Then, with a wry grin, he added, “Especially Kim”. I chuckled as I watched him walk out of the club, while Brad went to the bar and ordered us more drinks.

Kim and I stayed another hour, or so.... dancing and drinking with the guys.... then decided it was time to leave.

Brad and Tony walked us out to Kim’s Oldsmobile in the parking lot... then started getting frisky as we were saying our goodbyes.

Before we left, Tony had Kim sitting on the trunk of the car... standing between her spread legs, with his hard-on sticking out of his unzipped jeans.... pounding his stiff prick in and out of her drenched vagina until they each had another orgasm.

Not to be left out, Brad had me bent over the hood of Kim’s car.... my soft breasts squashed against the warm metal beneath my chest... with my skirt thrown up over my ass, and my panties pulled down to my knees.

He railed my pussy from behind until another powerful climax crashed through my body, causing my legs to tremble... then blasted a second load of cum deep inside my dripping wet cunt.

Afterwards, Kim and I put ourselves back together, as we said our goodbyes to Brad and Tony... each of them grabbing our tits one last time before sauntering off toward their own cars.

Then Kim and I used tissues from her glove box to clean up between our legs, before climbing in the car and heading back to our homes in River Oaks.

As we were driving home, I said, “Holy shit, Kim... what the fuck was that?”

She giggled and said, “That’s how I cope with Dylan being a workaholic and traveling so much.”

I looked at her incredulously and asked, “Did you know those guys?”

She laughed and said, “Sort of... I mean, I’ve seen them there before, but that’s the first time I actually met them. I think that Carl guy usually has his wife with him.”

Kim smiled over at me and added, “There are a couple of other places I like to go, too.... Rowdy’s Dance Hall, down in Pearland... Rodeo Time, out past Katy... and a few others. I’ve never been disappointed... I love to dance...”

Then she winked at me, and added, “And there’s always someone at those places who can make it worth the drive.”

I chuckled softly, then shook my head and said, “Wow... that was totally unexpected. But I have to admit... I really liked it. It’s been way too long since I’ve been fucked like that.”

Kim looked at me and said, “Well... that’s what I do when Dylan goes off on one of his business trips or golf junkets... you’re welcome to join me, if you want.”

I sat there for a minute... ruminating about the intensity of my orgasms that night... then smiled over at Kim and said, “Yeah... I’m in.”

 

Gonna have to start country dancing

 

What another well written delightful story!

So erotic and flows so well. You had me excited from the first few paragraphs all the way to the end!

Very enjoyable and entertaining to read!

 

What a great compliment, NW... thank you!!!

 

Omg girl… so hot !!! Would love to hear more about just Kim and Jenny though. Xoxo !!!

 

Thanks for the great comment, HWV.
I've started including girl-on-girl scenes in a lot of my stories now... mostly with you in mind... so I'm glad you enjoyed it. I think one of these days I may write an all-girls story.... that would be fun. X0x0x0

 

Great story. I hope there’s a part two

 

Thanks, WE... no part 2, but I'm working on some other stories. I always love your comments!!

 

Nice, well written story, FBF. Enjoy your work. Keep it up!!

 

Thanks, sailor.... love the compliment! Hope you've checked out some of my other stories... I've written a bunch (over 100).

 

My My my friend another hot story am like a tree and would love to move closer to your town and plant this tree....XOXO

 

Hahahaha.... thanks, fuzzy... LOVE your comments!!

 

What a hot story, you never fail to impress.

 

Thanks, hornytxn... love your comments!!