The beginning of the End

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The beginning of the EndI’d been working pretty hard for the past year and half. I’d retired from my school board and opened up a Educational Software company. We had a good product, and I was in demand. Unfortunately, with the company, my home life changed. For years, my wife Barb and I would hang out with our best friends, Joanne and Steve. Steve and Barb taught in the same high school and Joanne and I in an middle school. Joanne and Steve were our best friends, and for me, I couldn’t tell you who I was closer to. There were times that it was difficult, because they had some marital problems, and both would talk it over with me, and with Barb separately. She and I would discuss it, and try to help them out. It worked pretty good, but the truth was that they had fallen out of love. Barb and I had a good relationship. We were good parents, and our daughter had just started University in the city my parents lived. A bit over a year ago, I started my business. I always had ideas, and I was tired of seeing similar ideas, make other people money. It was great. I was making good money, so the k** was set at uni. Our debts were all paid off. Our retirement looked good. Our marriage… well… it was ok. Even when working at school, we would trade times of being tired and worn out. Our holidays became the time to catch up on us. Send the k** to Grandma, and then we would screw like rabbits. The only problem was that we no longer shared holidays. In the past, Saturday mornings had been Saturday Brunch with our friends Barb and Steve. The brunches still happened, but I rarely managed to be there. Saturday morning was a busy maintenance day, and I couldn’t pull myself away from the job. Sunday was no good because Joanne was a good Church going lady. Anyway, one Saturday, I’d just been propositioned by one of the big educational publishing houses to sell them my business. I decided to head to bunch at Steve and Joanne’s to see what everyone thought. It’d been a few months since I’d been to brunch. I walked into the back yard and nobody was around. They weren’t by the pool as usual. The door was unlocked, but they weren’t in the kitchen. I walked upstairs and then I heard some a small moan. The bedroom door was partly open, and all I saw was my wife’s head bobbing up and down in a man’s lap. The man was Steve, and it was easy to see it. He has a Seattle Seahawk tattooed on his right forearm, rus escort bul that same forearm that was guiding my wife’s head. Barb is a beautiful little pixie blond. Her hair was just covers her eyes, but it’s short enough that I could see her mouth slurping on Steve’s long thin shaft. SHe was slurping away sloppily, drool on her chin. She didn’t do that normally. I was fuming. I hated seeing my wife sucking on someone else’s cock, but I was still turned on. I was about to walk in, not knowing if I was to confront them, or join them. Suddenly my wife arched her back, raised her head, shuddered and let out a low erotic moan. I knew that sound, that was my wife cumming hard. I missed that. It was once a regular occurrence, but lately, less and less. I couldn’t believe she came from giving a blow job though, that had never happened. “Oh god Joanne, you are the best pussy licker there is,” my wife uttered. So that was where the orgasm came from. I would have loved to see Joanne licking my wife. She was a stunning little lady herself. She was part asian, part ebony, and part white. A perfect mixture of the features of each race. She worked out regularly, and when she used to hug me, I couldn’t help but imagine sucking on her nipples and licking her pussy and ass. I can admit, I lusted over our friend, but had never had the intention of actually following through. Now I really had a reason to jump in, if Steve’s gonna fuck my wife, I’m gonna fuck his. But how do you do it? What do you do when your wife of almost 20 years is fucking your best friends behind your back? Do you just walk in and say, “Hey, I’m in?”Then Steve spoke, “I want that hot wet pussy on my cock now.” He pulled my wife from her prone position and made her straddle his cock.”Yup, you two go ahead and fuck.” said Joanne in a unsatisfied tone. “Just like normal. I’m getting bored of this.” This didn’t sound good. “I need a drink anyway. Maybe we could invite Kevin if he weren’t working so I could get some satisfaction!” No response from the other two. I’d backed away from the door, and then it flew open and Joanne stormed through and down the stairs. She hadn’t even seen me. What should I do? I decided to follow her down and find out more about what was going on. It sounded like she was a little put off by the situation, and really so was I. I had questions I wanted answers to. I walked rus escort bayan bul into the kitchen, but there she was, her ass in the air, and head and hand in the bottom of the fridge digging around for a cooler. That luscious ass was presented perfectly, and I couldn’t resist.I dropped to my knees and started licking at her pussy right then and there. “Finally, took one of you long enough to take the hint,” she cooed. “She kept her hands on the fridge door while I ate her out. The cool fridge air coursed over us. I could only imagine that her nipples would even be harder.Then I licked her ass. I’d been a big ass licker before marriage, but Barb wasn’t big on it. “Oh, that’s new!’ Joanne said. Then she looked back and stood up. “Oh fuck, Kevin! Good Kevin, I know this is fucked up but…”I got up and cut her off with a kiss. Then I pulled her down and put her head to my cock. “Joanne. Not a word. My wife is up there fucking your husband. You were licking her pussy just a few minutes ago. I’ve wanted to do this to you for a long time, now suck my cock.” And she did. She sucked it like a pro. I don’t know if it was the adrenaline running through me or if it was the fucked up situation, but I only lasted 3 minutes before I started unloading in her mouth. I pulled out, and came all over her face and tits.I pulled her up, my cum dripping off her chin, picked her up and put her on the marble counter top that I had helped pick out several years earlier. I spread her legs apart, and licked my way her chest, to her pussy. Sure I tasted my own cum, but I didn’t care. I laid her back and began eating her our again. I marveled at how flat her stomach was, even after two k**s. I knew she taught zoomba, and thought out loud, “damn! How did you guys ever have marital problems?” I started fingering her ass as I licked her pussy. She was moaning quietly as I ate her. I think she was stifling her orgasm, because she flooded my face with her juices.Pulled her up and kissed her, her pussy juice mixing with my cum on our faces. She licked my chin as I slid my cock into her pussy. She was tight. Apparently, I’m either wider than her husband, or she hadn’t been getting much cock lately. She made a show of sticking her legs out sideways for me. Apparently zoomba made her fit, and she kept flexible too. I fucked her hard as I could. I was living out a dirty fantasy of escort rus bul my own, fucking my beautiful friend in her and her husband’s kitchen. I pulled out, and she popped down. “I want that pussy doggy style,” I said. She bent over the counter. It was high, so she was on her tippy toes presenting that perfect ass to me. I had to lick it again. “My ass is yours to do what you want,” she looked back and told me.I got up and I slid my cock into her pussy. I started fucking her hard. Then I slid my thumb in her ass to put pressure on my cock. I would do that to make myself cum with my wife. “Next time, I want your ass on my cock, but not today.” I said, then I filled her pussy with cum. No worries about pregnancy because I was fixed years ago. “I want you to go upstairs and make my wife eat my cum out of your pussy.”I got dressed as I watched her go upstairs. “Kevin?””I’m gonna go away for a bit and think about all of this.”Then I left. I went home, packed a few things. I instructed my lawyer to go through with the sale of the company. I called the k** and told her some weird things had happened and I was going to go do some thinking. Then I hopped on my Yamaha, and headed for Mexico. I can admit I wasn’t on my best behavior there, but fuck it. Now, I’m sitting on a porch of a nice little house on a beach in the Philippines. My former best friend’s ex-wife is sleeping naked in the hammock next to me. One of Joanne’s cute Filipina zoomba students, the one who kept us up last night, is cutting open a fresh coconut for me, and seems contemplating waking Joanne up by sticking a little banana in her ass. (She ate two of them out of her last night.) The k** is visiting her mom after spending the summer with me and Joanne, before she heads back to Uni. She’s a little pissed at all of us, but she’s smart. Her boyfriend last term fucked around on her about the same time I caught Barb, Steve and Joanne, so she’s sympathetic to me, but also blames me for neglecting her mom. Steve and Barb moved in together, but split up, not having much more than sex to keep them together. I talk to Barb, and we’ve come to terms, but we don’t have much to say to each other these days. I gave her a nice little chunk of the profits from the sale of the company to help make up for stuff. My business is gone, absorbed by the company that bought it. I don’t miss it. I’m 56 and not sure what’s next, but I’m in no rush to find out. Actually, I’m pretty sure I know what to do…There is that cute Filipina, I wish I knew her name, massaging my balls and sucking me off under the table now. I’ll try and write more later, right now, there are things (meaning a cute 35 year old and a gorgeous 46 year-old) to do.

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