Pillow Talk

At Flynn and Darcy's suggestion, Jesse and I made love at home that night and laid there quietly chatting.

"She wasn't the only one," I asked Jesse, "was she?"

"No," a glance begging for forgiveness, No."

"Go on."

"The first time was at that conference in New York - Don't even think that cliché. She was married, too. She came on to me at the reception. We both needed to be discrete. We both were horny."

"Was it good?"

"Yeah it was. It was exciting, too. She wasn't that pretty. Older. Past getting pregnant. But fun. Every night. She told me she'd been cheating for fifteen years."

It surprised me that this was a bit hard to take, but I had to be fair. I pressed on, "Others?"

"Yeah."

"Did you ever pay?"

Long pause. "Well, yes. They have these clubs in places. Sex clubs. And you can arrange things. Go upstairs. ... Condoms of course."

Somehow this didn't bother me as much as I thought it would.

Time for turnaround, "So Mason and that orgy, they weren't the first time either, were they?"

"No." More shockers were on the way. I told him about the Christmas party, though I didn't tell him that fling had finished in our bed and became a four month affair til I called it off.

"OK. And then?" Jesse pressed.

"You're not going to like this."

"Oh?"

"Remember when my cousin, Edward, stayed with us for a couple weeks a few years ago?"

"Yes?" he cautiously confirmed.

"And you had to leave for a few days?"

"Yes."

"We went to a movie at the old theatre. Sat in the back. Whispered to each other about the mischiefs that happened with our dates in that very row. When he adjusted his cock, I realized he was hard."

"And?"

"Things progressed from there. We jerked each other off and then went home."

"Your cousin. You fucked your cousin? In our bed?" I nodded, and Jesse guffawed. "Every night?" I nodded again, and he guffawed again.

"Every night, every room," I giggled.

Jesse fucked me again. Things were OK. But then he asked, "So Mason was the last time?"

"Well, no."

"OK?"

"Whitney, our babysitter. We let her boyfriend come over for homework. And whatever," I giggled.

"Sure?"

"There was a mix-up one night and Ethan showed up alone."

"Oh god," Jesse exclaimed, anticipating what would come next.

"Well, look. She wasn't going very far. He was still a virgin. I was horny. ... And you? Anything else?"

We were tired by now. When I awoke in the morning, I realized I had fallen asleep while he was telling me about the two bisexual women who approached him last year. We made love in the shower and went off to our jobs.

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And so it was that a few weeks later, after two more visits to Darcy and Flynn's, that we left a theatre show during intermission because the show was so god-awful. We were still hiring Whitney to babysit and supplying condoms for her and Ethan at a rate that astounded us. It was the summer after their senior year. We got home much too early and found them both half-naked in the living room. Whatever they had been doing, the garage door had given them enough time to stand up and throw on the first items of their clothing they could grab.

Ethan had gotten his shorts on but was still bare-chested. His jockeys were still on the floor. Whitney was pulling up a pair of panties when we walked in. She stood covering her breasts with one arm and her crotch with one hand.

"Oh No!!! Mr. and Mrs. ...," Ethan started.

"Don't worry. We didn't mean to interrupt," I said. "Don't let us stop you,,"

"What? Really?" Ethan said.

"Maybe we'll watch."

"OH!!," Whitney almost screamed. "Really?" I could see Jesse's eyes popping out at the revealed goddess before him as she tentatively lowered her arms.

"Maybe we'll join you," upping the ante. I leaned into Jesse and began kissing him, both to distract him in a sudden moment of possessiveness and to give the other two a chance to recover.

Then I pushed him into the easy chair across from the chaise longue and pulled his pants and jockey's off. Then his shirts. He was already erect. I stood in front of him stripping while he stroked himself. But he wasn't looking at me. His eyes were locked on the lovely Whitney Freeman sprawled on her back on the chaise longue. Ethan had his fingers in, getting ready to lick her. But Ethan was also looking at another female in the room, me, not his girlfriend. I turned to face him full frontal and boosted my boobs with both hands. Whitney's eyes seemed to move back and forth between Jesse's cock and my nude body.

"Well aren't you boys something, looking across the room," I teased. "Maybe you just need to swap girls." I had dreamed about arranging a moment such as this, and suddenly it seemed doable.

Whitney really did scream this time. "Well, Whitney you did tell me you think Jesse is amazing," I said, waiting for something to happen. "Come on. He doesn't bite," I urged. Ethan took his fingers out.

Whitney looked at Ethan for affirmation. Ethan had sat up and just shrugged his shoulders. She lifted her leg around him and swung both legs across as she sat up. The motion inadvertently exposed her bushy pussy with a glistening pink opening before she closed her legs to one side in that ingrained female decorum. She looked at Ethan again. "Do you want to?" He raised his eyebrows shrugged again as if to ask permission, himself.

I grabbed a condom from the stash, handed it to her and sat next to Ethan on the chaise longue. A very nervous Whitney stood in front of Jesse wondering what to do next.

Ethan and me turned to face each other and I whispered in his ear, "Did you ever tell Whitney about you and me?" I asked when young Ethan's fingers went up inside me. I had been Ethan's first when Whitney wasn't letting much happen. No he hadn't. "I told Jesse," I added. We started kissing as we both watched the other two out of the corner of our eyes. Ethan's cock was rock solid in my hand.

Jesse gently nudged Whitney to sit on his leg. He put her hand on his cock and put his hand on her thigh. When she started rubbing, his hand disappeared between her legs. I could tell from the motion of his arm that he was stroking her pussy lips. Whitney was breathing deeply while trying to kiss him. Then it was clear from her gasps that his fingers had found her clit. And not too long after that, fucking motions of his arm told me where his fingers had gone. He was also sighing heavily from her hand work.

When her body began to convulse, Jesse got them to change places, and as she sat in the chair, Ethan and me could see what I already knew, that his fingers were still buried in her vagina. He began licking while he fingered her. She moaned.

Ethan's cock was in my mouth by now and he had managed to reach down to put his fingers in. We played like that until we both were about to cum. I climbed up over his lap and eased down over his cock. He sucked on my tits while we fucked. He stopped, startled, when he tasted my milk. "That's what they're for," I quipped and he went back for more.

I looked over my shoulder when I heard a crinkling noise. Jesse had freed the condom from Whitney's grip. He tore the wrapper open while he pressed his cock against her clit. Ethan was watching too. Jesse started the rubber on his tip and Whitney urgently rolled it down. Then he was inside her. She moaned loudly while he fucked her, squeezed her tits, and kissed her all over her face and neck. Her orgasm peaked first. His came later about the same moment when Ethan's cock gushed inside me.

Jesse got up and went to the bathroom to deal with the full condom. Whitney had slid down in the chair and laid back, smiling and not seeming to care that her parted legs were exposing the shiny bush between them. Ethan and me sat there out of breath, looking at her amazing young body. Ethan and me smiled at each other, too. I would need to shampoo where her juices had stained the chair. The chaise longue would need work too.

As Jesse returned, the two of them got up and hugged each other. We left them so I could nurse little Charlie and we could make love in our bed. We could hear Whitney and Ethan's lovemaking in the living room. "You did!?" we heard her exclaim after their moans had finished, and I knew what Ethan had admitted to her.