Lorraine and I became friends after she and her husband moved into the neighborhood. We came to look forward to having morning coffee together as often as we could manage it.

Once we’d known each other for a year Lorraine became really open. One morning she told me about a guy who filled the vending machines where she works who set her pussy on fire every time she saw him. When I didn’t say anything right away, she continued, “Really, I would give up having sex with Larry for two menstrual cycles just to screw Conrad for an hour. I know he has a big cock because one of the girls I work with gave him a blowjob in the men’s room one day.”

She said her coworker would have fucked Conrad but she didn’t have her diaphragm with her and it was the most dangerous time of her cycle. Lorraine said she wouldn’t have that problem since her tubes were tied. I told her I’d had mine tied too and enjoyed sex three times as much as when I had to worry about getting pregnant every time that I fucked a guy. She agreed, adding that she’d really like to do Conrad if only to see what a really big cock felt like in her pussy. Then she surprised me by saying, “You play around sometimes, don’t you?”

I said, “My God, no! Pete is the only man I’ve ever been with and the only one I want.” I don’t know why I fibbed, except maybe that it’s nobody else’s business who I fuck.

Lorraine said, “I’ll tell you why I brought this up today. I talked to Conrad yesterday and he said he would love to meet me sometime if I could get away for an afternoon or an evening. The thing is, I’d need an excuse or Larry might suspect that something was going on and I’d be in trouble.”

And I was supposed to be her “excuse”!

By the time Lorraine went home I’d agreed to go out to a movie with her the next Friday night. At least that would be the story — and Larry wouldn’t think anything about us being out together. There wouldn’t be any need for him to know that while I was actually seeing the movie, his wife was fucking Conrad.

Since I never lie to Pete, in the course of that night’s pillow talk I told him about this surprising conversation. And he said he was surprised to learn that Lorraine was thinking about fucking around, because that wasn’t the impression he’d gotten of her. “Unlike me, you mean?” I said as he slid six solid inches of cock up my cunt.

“I’m just saying,” he said as he stroked slowly in and out of me, “that you must be a pretty good liar if she bought that story about you only screwing me.”

Breathing harder, I said, “Maybe I didn’t think it was any of her fucking business. But I guess you’re saying you’re all surprised about Lorraine putting out because you’ve tried to get some of that for yourself.”

“Well, she is a saucy little thing,” he said. “I’ll bet she’s fun in bed.”

I poked him in the ribs and told him to quit thinking about her and to concentrate on fucking me. But the intensity of the fucking he gave me told me he really was thinking about fucking my friend.

After he came we cuddled, with me curled under his arm. I said, “You really do want to fuck her, don’t you?”

He said, “You know, she reminds me of someone.”

“Who?” I said, not liking the sound of this.

“Asshole,” I said. “So you don’t want to hear my suggestion for your little girls’ night out?”

“What?” I said. “You think I should make it a threeway with Lorraine and Conrad? You want to whore me out?”

“That never crossed my mind,” he said. “It’s just the way your mind works, slut.” He gave me a quick kiss. “Now you’ve spoiled it. I was just going to suggest you really make it a night out. Instead of driving home late at night, you and Lorraine stay over someplace. I can occupy Larry, maybe wangle a fishing-trip invite.”

I had an idea of how he might “occupy” Larry, but I didn’t want to go there. Still, the idea of a mini-getaway appealed to me. “Actually, that sounds kind of nice.”

Pete did wangle that fishing-trip invite, and he and Larry left Friday at noon. Lorraine and I left at half past three, figuring on finding someplace to have an early dinner before she was supposed to meet Conrad. The meeting place turned out to be a motel complex with an okay-looking restaurant. She wanted to check into a room before we ate, but I said we should wait to see what Conrad’s plan was. If he rented a room, we could just stay in it after they finished fucking and save our money.

In the restaurant we sat in a booth in back. Lorraine sat facing the door, looking out for her “date.” We’d both had lunch, so we both ordered chef’s salads, which were filling and easily digested.

I asked the waitress about the nearest movie complex and learned there was one just two blocks away, which sounded great to me. We had ordered a bottle of wine, and after eating we were nursing the remnants of the wine when I saw Lorraine’s mouth drop and her eyes brighten, and she whispered, “There he is!” As she waved, she said, “Don’t turn around, but he is on his way over.”

A handsome young man stepped up and extended his hand to Lorraine, saying, “It’s so good to see you.”

I was confused, because not only was Conrad much younger than I expected, but standing behind him was another young man who looked very much like him. This was explained when, after being introduced to me, Conrad introduced his brother Maury.

I was miffed at Lorraine for setting me up, but Conrad explained that when she told him she had a friend coming with her who was going to go to a movie, he thought I might want someone to go with and conned Maury into coming along.

The brothers sat down — Maury next to me and Conrad close enough to Lorraine that they could sneak occasional kisses — and ordered more wine. It was soon clear that Lorraine and Conrad were feeling one another up under the table, and watching them make out soon made the crotch of my panties damp with desire.

I’d seen Maury stealing glances at my stocking tops where my dress had ridden high on my thighs, but he was a gentleman and kept his hands to himself. I came around to thinking why waste my time going to some damn movie when there was a chance of getting laid by a good-looking man ten years younger than me?

Placing my hand on Maury’s, I leaned over and whispered, “If you’re feeling as adventurous as I am, we could skip the movie and use the time to get better acquainted.” He gave me a pleased look and moved his hand to my thigh and rubbed it gently, sliding his hand higher and higher till he was caressing my inner thigh above the stocking top. Just as his fingers grazed the crotch of my panties, I heard Lorraine moan.

I squeezed my thighs together, preventing Maury from getting his fingers in my panties, and whispered, “Let’s get a room before we get thrown out of here.” He asked Conrad if he could talk to him for a minute, and they walked out of earshot. They were back in a moment and said they were going to go check in.

As soon as the brothers were gone, Lorraine said, “I didn’t know he was bringing his brother, Stel. Believe me, I wouldn’t set a friend up that way.” I told her to forget it and had her promise never to tell anybody about what was about to happen.

When the guys came back for us, I said I needed my bag from the car. We all went outside and retrieved our bags. No one spoke in the elevator going up to our rooms, which turned out to be a single suite with two bedrooms with king-size beds, on opposite ends of a comfortable sitting room.

Almost instantly there was a knock on the door and a bellboy wheeled in a portable fully stocked bar. When Conrad asked if we wanted a drink, Lorraine shook her head and said, “Not right now, but I will a little later,” then tugged him toward the bedroom, where he had taken her bag. Maury and I just stood there looking at each other until I said, “Come on, let’s go get naked and do something wet and wild.” He said, “Lead the way, pretty lady.”

I turned down the bed, then slipped out of my dress, peeled off my hose and released my bra, exposing my full breasts, the nipples already swollen with arousal. Maury whistled and said, “Awesome, Stella. That dress was concealing curves I didn’t realize you had.”

While I slipped off my damp panties and stretched out on the bed, Maury lowered his pants and boxers, displaying an erection that any man would be proud of. We met in the middle of the bed, and he demonstrated an amazing talent for arousing a woman. His kisses were tender yet passionate, his hands were fast as lightning, and his hot tongue explored from my ears to my toes, ending up in the folds between my legs.

I thought he was going to devour me completely. He kept his cock just out of my reach, saying he couldn’t stand any more stimulation or he’d lose it. When he finally mounted me with the grace of a Chippendale’s dancer, he said, “Do I need to use a condom?” I said it was sweet of him to ask but I was good unless he had some health issue, and he assured me that he did not.

He slid his glans between my splayed labia and penetrating me easily with four or five thick inches of cock, then began short strokes to gradually feed me the rest of his manhood. He rested a moment to gain control, then started fucking me soundly, pulling out until only the swollen head was in, then driving himself so hard that his balls slapped my ass. I was able to position myself so that my clit was getting constant stimulation, and the thickness of the shaft pumping in and out of me stimulated thousands of nerves in the mouth of my vagina, which set my body off on a roller coaster of physical excitement.

Maury resisted the urge to come for nearly ten minutes, but finally our lusty fuck ended with a mutual orgasm. He slowly withdrew and dismounted, then said my pussy was so tight, he wondered how long it had been since I’d had sex. I decided to admit that I’d done it with my husband within hours before he left home for the weekend. I added that even after 17 years we had sex daily when we were together. That seemed to really turn him on, and with his cock revived, he banged the hell out of me for close to half an hour before coming again inside me.

Maury suggested we go out to the sitting room and have some wine. I put on a robe I’d brought and he put on his boxers, and we’d no more than poured our wine when Lorraine and Conrad came out of the other bedroom dressed similarly and joined us for wine. In time, both guys were getting hard again. I said, “Looks like we could use some privacy.”

On our way back to the bedroom Maury admitted he hadn’t gotten lucky in a while and said he’d hit the jackpot with an older married woman. After another vigorous fuck, he said he had to be at work at eight and hopped in the shower.

I called down for coffee, and it had just arrived when Lorraine emerged from her room in her robe. We compared notes and agreed it’d been a fine night. She told me Conrad had said he’d cover the room for another night if we’d stay, and I said, “Why not? The guys won’t be home until late Sunday.”

The brothers were delighted we were staying but had to get to work. Before leaving they said to be ready at six. They wanted to take us out to a popular club.

We went shopping, each buying a new dress for our night out, and were ready when the guys came for us. The club was only a two-block walk, and we had a lovely dinner. Two and a half hours later, as we walked back to the hotel, Conrad fell into step with me while Lorraine and Maury walked ahead of us arm in arm. I got the feeling a swap was in the air. Sure enough, when we got to the suite, Lorraine led Maury to the other bedroom, and Conrad turned to me and said, “Looks like you’re stuck with me.”

I said, “I’d rather be stuck by you. Let’s do it!”

In the bedroom he asked if I’d let him undress me, and I said I’d like that. He made a real production of it, taking ten minutes to strip me to my wet panties, which he removed very slowly, not taking his eyes off my pussy once it was exposed. When my panties were off, he lifted my knees and pressed them wide apart. He stared as the wet folds of my cunt unfurled, exposing my inner core.

While combing his fingers through my curls, he lowered his face to the tasty treat awaiting him. He tongued the length of my cunt again and again as a prelude to an exquisite cunt-munching. I don’t have words to describe the way he ate me. Finally he mounted and hurriedly entered me. He was noticeably better-hung than his brother, who was hardly under-endowed!

Conrad slipped his hands under my ass and cupped both cheeks as he began to plow me with short, slow strokes, then gradually increased his speed until he was pounding me. I felt one of his long, thick forefingers slide up my ass just as his cock began gushing into my vagina. That set off my climax. Both our loins were drenched, and I was left weak and trembling.

Gradually Conrad’s cock deflated and finally slipped out of me, followed by a trickle of come that ran down over my anus and pooled on the sheet. After he dismounted, we lay there for quite a while.

Finally he said, “Lady, you are something else! I couldn’t believe that you not only were able to handle all of my cock but did it without blinking an eye. I don’t want to say anything against your friend, who’s a sweetheart, but she’s taller than you and outweighs you by a good 15 pounds and she couldn’t handle more than two-thirds of my cock! And then she was too sore to do it again, so this morning she gave me a blowjob that was more like a handjob.”

By then I’d recovered, so I rose up on my elbow and said, “If you can get that cock of yours up, I’m ready and willing to fuck you all night. God, that cock is so damn big, it’s an unbelievable treat for me.”

Wanting to be sure I didn’t disappoint Conrad, I opened my legs for another hearty fucking with that wonderful cock, the cock that most women seemed unable to handle, and later that night rode it from above and also gave it up to him dog-style. When it seemed I’d finally worn him out, we fell asleep — until sometime in the night, when he came to me with another hard-on that I turned on my side to take in my creamy cunt in spoon position.

Come morning, I woke up first, then woke Conrad up by sucking his cock. He was moaning pretty loudly by the time I drank down his morning load, which was surprisingly ample considering all the come he’d disgorged through the night. Then he took my legs over his shoulders for a nice, long, leisurely fuck, after which we showered and joined the others for breakfast courtesy of room service. We all sat and talked over coffee. Then I took Conrad back to bed for another hour of sex before the guys left.

On the way home, Lorraine said that while she didn’t regret doing what she had done, she didn’t think she would ever want to cheat on Larry again. I think she felt better when I told her I too had enjoyed getting all the sex and doing it with strangers but for me too my Pete was the only man I needed from then on.

Lorraine didn’t need to know that for several years after, I met Conrad for sex once or twice a month. After all, the one person who really did matter, my husband, did know, and he didn’t have a problem with it!