Leigh lay in her bath, indulging in a slow masturbation and tried to recall the places and ways they'd done it. Over the last two weeks they'd been like rabbits on a honeymoon. She'd even gone out and on a whim had her nipples pierced. Michael had been enthralled with them, and after they had had a chance to heal, played with them constantly.

They made love everywhere. The dining room table; Leigh had marred it with her bracelet while gripping its sides as Michael had hammered her with his tool.

She smiled at the memory. He'd gotten soooo deep that time, it was a wonder they hadn't fallen off and gotten hurt.

A wry smile formed on her lips as his nickname for his cock came to mind. 'Horace. Why in the world did men name their penises? And Horace of all things?'

Then there was that time in the kitchen; she'd been fixing a salad for lunch and he'd hiked her skirt up and entered her . . . she'd mixed some of his sperm into the salad dressing later just for added spice.

Leigh giggled like a little girl recalling the time in the car . . . not that unusual except that she'd been on her cell phone talking to Gabby and his fingers had . . . well Gabby detected a change in her voice that required some nimble thinking to explain.

And the night they went to the X-rated movie and she went down on him after noticing the other man in their row jerking off. Michael had nearly gone crazy trying to stop her and then came so hard she'd choked on his release. And later that same evening on leaving TGIF's she'd made him pull the car off to an old side road and he'd fucked her up the ass as she leaned against the hood and howled like a banshee.

Not to mention all the other times she sated herself masturbating. Her pussy was sore, even bruised from all the sexual activity; but she didn't care, in fact she'd demonstrated a new level of using household and some garage objects to masturbate. This included four separate trips to buy vibrators and other 'toys' to pleasure herself with. That prodded Leigh to use her latest purchase and she reached for the shelf alongside the tub for the new toy.

***

That afternoon, Leigh had lunch with her oldest and best friend, Gabby. Gabby, elegantly dressed as usual had arrived first and sat at the bar sipping a martini. Leigh paused and leant against the bar, totally feminine. Hip thrust out, knee bent elegantly inward providing a graceful line to her silk sheathed, slim, curvaceous body and waited until Gabby became aware of her presence.

"Leigh!" She cried out in pleasant surprise, "I didn't see you come in! How are you love?"

Hugs and invisible kisses followed as the two women silently appraised each other.

"We have a table," Gabby said, visibly pleased to see her friend. "It's . . . over there . . . next to the fireplace. Come on." And Gabby tugged her friend's arm as she made for the table on long, coltish limbs. On the way, Leigh envied what appeared to be Gabby's eternal youthfulness.

"How do you do it?" Leigh asked as she sat down and placed her napkin on her lap.

"Do what?"

"Stay so young?"

"What? Go on. I don't . . . Leigh --- you do that to me all the time. And look at you . . . why you look so refreshed and content it's almost unbelievable.

Leigh gazed across the table at her friend, and saw a dark-haired ethereal beauty. Tall and slim, with a curvaceous figure, small, yet finely, breasted, dressed in a sensuously elegant black satin lace trimmed slip serving as a cocktail dress. It was obvious she wore no brassiere under the slip, as her prominent, hard nipples punched out the glossy fabric like pebbles on the beach. A young waiter already stood by their table awaiting their order. Leigh knew this was unusual for this place as busy as it was and attributed it to Gabby's presence and lack of a bra.

"Are you ready for another?" Leigh asked.

"Always," Gabby responded with a huge smile.

"Two very dry martini's, shaken not stirred, and an extra olive, please."

The young man was entranced by Gabby's breasts and gawked with open mouth until Leigh interrupted his reverie to say, "And please bring us menu's when you return."

"Err, yes . . . certainly," and he backed away, forcing his eyes elsewhere and hurried to the bar and placed the order with a smiling bartender.

"Made quite an impression with him Gabby."

"Well he evidently approves of my finer points," she said and daintily dabbed her lips with a napkin.

"Finer points indeed," Leigh replied, thoroughly amused. 'They were so much alike,' Leigh thought. Absentmindedly, Leigh unbuttoned the top of her blouse and lightly scratched the skin of her upper chest.

"Going to give the kid a show when he returns?" Gabby laughed.

Leigh blushed for now both women's nipples were plainly trying to poke through their respective fabric.

"You won't believe I did this . . . in fact, I don't believe it myself, but . . . I had mine pierced."

"You didn't!"

Leigh flashed Gabby a smug smile. "Did."

"Michael . . . what did he say?"

"He can't keep his mouth and hands off them." "Very sexy. I can't wait to see them."

"Ha. Ha."

"Now I could understand doing it myself," Gabby said, "having just rid myself of my third husband, well . . . I'm not exactly horny, let's just say I'm sexually focused. But you . . ."

"Well for some reason our . . . we've been going at it like honeymooners."

"Well good for you. No! Good for both of you.!" Gabby said raising her glass in a toast.

"Oh, oh!"

"What?" Leigh asked, confused.

"Pierced or not, they see to be taking a bow."

Flushed and finding herself becoming slightly aroused, Leigh stammered a reply. "It . . . it's not the waiter."

Gabby realized she was on to something and moved in for the kill. "Well what brought this on?" And pointed at Leigh's rigid nipples just as the young waiter reappeared with their martinis.

Silently both women watched as his erection became obvious then as he made a very awkward departure, both burst out laughing.

"That poor thing," Gabby said, "if only he knew how much I want to suck his cock."

Leigh, still laughing, chimed in with, "Shaw was right. "Youth is wasted on the young. And you are a very sexually focused person."

"Thank you. Speaking of which," Gabby said, "I haven't been properly laid in over a month."

"That's shocking. That's . . .un-American," her companion was unabashedly grinning at her.

Tittering like a schoolgirl, responded, "Did you note the word properly?"

"I most certainly did," Leigh said taking a long sip of her drink.

In a very soft tone Gabby confided, "I met this guy and we hit it off, you know? So anyway I invited him up to my place for a drink."

"And?"

"Premature ejaculation."

"Oh, no!"

"Worse, he left and never called again."

Oh, Gabby," she said and reached across the table to touch Gabby's hand. "I feel . . . terrible," Leigh said.

"Well it's not the end of the world, Leigh. You know," Gabby paused and took a long swallow of her drink. "There's always another guy out there."

"Funny you should mention that," Leigh said.

"Oh?"

"Ummm, I persuaded Michael to take me into the city for our anniversary."

"Go on . . ."

"You know, I had all these romantic ideas . . . a long limousine; a little fooling around on the way . . ."

"They can see into the back you know. The drivers I mean."

"They can?" Leigh's hands flew up to her mouth. "Oh, God! I'm so embarrassed."

Gabby smirked. "Whatever do you do to Michael back there?"

"You can guess," Leigh said dourly, recovering slightly. "I made a complete ass out of the both of us." Leigh finished off her martini and waved vaguely at the bar for another.

"Worse things happen," Gabby said trying to soften the blow.

"Not to me, Gabby, not to me."

"All that aside, I haven't seen you looking this ravishing in ages. What else have you been up to?"

Just then the bartender brought her martini, smiled genially and said, "You ladies have caused Robby to lock himself in the men's room. Whatever did you do to him?"

They all laughed at this and commiserated over poor Robby's fate. Then Nate, (they'd learned his name) departed after telling them to signal him if they needed anything from the bar and ensured them Robby would eventually return to take their luncheon order.

"Ummm, Leigh?"

"Yes?"

"Before . . . you mentioned, well actually it was me that said it."

"What was that?"

"Well, I said 'There's always another guy out there,' and you said "Funny you should mention that."

"Right, I remember."

"Well, don't leave me hanging girl."

"Okay, okay. I had the strangest experience that evening."

"Details, I want all the dirt, now. Don't leave anything out."

"Let's see . . . Michael and I decided to fool around a little."

Gabby grinned. "I'd guessed that much. What else?"

"Actually we waited a bit too long to get started in the back seat. So just after I began to, uh . . . well the damn driver announced we were almost at the theatre."

"Oh!"

"What is it?"

"I just now realized that he must have been watching us to know enough to warn us we were arriving."

"I won't say a thing about having told you," Gabby said and took the olive from her martini and bit into it, grimacing at the tartness.

"Anyway we enjoyed the show. Do want all the gory details on that performance?"

"God no! Please continue. Oh, may I have your olive?"

"Be my guest," and held her glass out to her friend. "So we walked to this restaurant, and while waiting for our table I saw this "mystery man."

"A mystery man?" Whoa, did he have a patch over one eye, Brenda?"

Leigh laughed at the reference to the infamous "Brenda Starr, of comic book fame. "No, no, but he was mysterious in a different way. I mean, first off he was very impressive."

"Wore a codpiece did he?" Gabby was showing the effects of her drinks.

Leigh laughed again, then frowned seriously. "No, seriously, there was something about him. He had these beguiling, almost hypnotic eyes and was very handsome. Anyway, when Michael and I were seated he was sitting at a table near us."

"Alone?"

"Yes, at first. Then this striking, and I mean striking women joined him." Leigh gripped her arm as a means of emphasizing what she was saying. "I think she was his slave."

"Really? What gave you that impression?"

"How 'bout the fact that she wore a wide black-velvet collar?"

Gabby emptied her drink and signaled for another then said, "Okay, that's exhibit A."

"And she wore the shortest skirt. So that when he commanded her too . . ."

"Wait a minute. He commanded her?"

"Exactly. They has some prearranged signal for public places . . ."

"Come on, Leigh. You're reading an awful lot into this couple's actions."

"Can I finish?" Leigh asked coldly.

"I'm sorry. Please continue. I'll be quiet."

A new round of drink arrived. Robby was back. He'd recovered his poise and calmly took their orders, keeping his eyes averted from any possible embarrassment.

When he left, Leigh continued. "He sort of tapped her leg and she . . ." Leigh bit her lip. "I'm trying to put this delicately and it's very difficult."

"Put it however you want, we're both adults here."

"Yes, well, she promptly opened her legs for him."

"Lots of women do that, Leigh."

"Wide enough for me to see her pussy clearly from maybe fifteen feet away?"

Gabby gasped. "You saw her . . ."

"I did!"

Gabby gulped at her drink. "I may get plastered listening to this adventure of yours Leigh."

"Wait, there's more."

They shared another laugh and Leigh continued. "When she slouched down I saw his hand. Did I mention she was shaven?"

"I think I'm getting more than enough detail here."

"You're absolutely right. I'll cut to the chase. While they were doing this and that in public, Michael was droning on and on about his work. I tuned him out and started daydreaming about this couple. You know I have a vivid imagination Gabby and won't be surprised that I thought of them as an S&M type couple, although for the life of me I really haven't the foggiest notion of what's involved in that stuff."

"Very interesting," Gabby said feigning a German accent.

Anyway, I was so hot and bothered that I literally jumped poor Michael in the limo and fucked him all the way home."

"That figures. It WAS a night for celebrating Leigh. Nothing wrong there."

"Well, I hadn't counted on the damn driver watching me give Michael a royal blowjob."

Gabby laughed. "The question is: Did YOU enjoy it?"

"God, yes!" And while he was paying the driver, I ran ahead and set myself up for Michael to find me wearing only a garter belt. He just loves them . . . and leaning over a chair."

"Very erotic minded, Leigh." Gabby said tonelessly, then licked her lips.

For the next two weeks we've screwed in every conceivable fashion. In the house, at the park, in a public restroom." Leigh deliberately omitted the X-rated movie experience.

"Leigh, damn it, you knew I was horny when we sat down. I've got to confess that I'm afraid to get up. I just know I've spotted this chair and my dress is soaked through."

"Chortling, Leigh admitted to having a similar problem. "And if we go to the ladies together, poor Robby will lose his mind," she managed before laughing hysterically. The martinis had done their job.

Fortunately a female server brought their orders and they sat quietly eating for a while.

Gabby raised the subject again. "So how did it turn out with the mystery man?"

"She blew him at the table."

"My God, no!"

"Oh, yeah. And I had a front row seat."

"Jesus, I can see that this was not the ordinary night out on the town."

"That's not all. He KNEW I was looking."

"Wow!"

"And he gave me his card."

"What nerve. He actually came to your table . . . and what did Michael do?"

"No, nothing like that. I was on my way to the restroom, and he called to me saying I'd dropped something. Of course I denied dropping anything. But he handed me his card and I moved on."

"He's a nervy one. So he gave you his card?"

"Yes, I have it here somewhere."

"Somewhere my ass, you know exactly where it is."

"Fuck you Gabby, sometime you are just too much to put up with."

"Really? So just where is the note?"

"It's a card, a business card, not a note," she said digging into her purse.

"Can I see it?"

"Threw it away."

"Why are you rooting around in there then?"

"Got it!" Leigh exclaimed.

They were quiet for a time as Gabby carefully read the card and as she raised her eyes, Leigh jumped up and threw her arms around Gabby, sobbing, "What am I going to do?"

"You haven't called him?"

"No!"

"Do you want to?"

"I don't know!" She sobbed, tears rolling down her face, ruining her mascara. "I've never cheated on Michael, never!"

"Oh."

"That's all you can say is oh?"

"Well I cheated on my husbands all the time."

"No!" Leigh said, highly surprised. "I thought it was only that one time with that Englishman."

"Oh, no. I've . . . please understand why I haven't told you before, I'm ashamed of myself and I can't help it. Lately if I so much as think about a man's cock . . . I go crazy and have to have him."

"I don't believe this conversation!"

"Leigh, please!"

"Oh all right, after all I've just burdened you with my problem. Go on let me hear yours. But first let's get another drink."

"We'll be sloshed for real," Gabby said, a wry smile crossing her face in appreciation of her friend's tolerance. The bartender caught her eye and sent over another round.

"Who's driving?" Gabby asked.

"Are you kidding? We're taking a cab. I'm not risking my life or yours out there in this condition. We can pick the cars up tomorrow."

"Good idea," Gabby said as the drinks were served and the plates cleared away.

" 'kay, here's the story. I met John four years ago."

"When you were married to Jeff?"

"Yup, and we continued the affair through that marriage and up to today."

"Right through two marriages?"

"Yup. Thing is, John's married too. And . . . she's a great woman too. I wouldn't hurt her for anything . . .and here I've . . ." Gabby began to sob.

Leigh handed her a napkin and she blew her nose.

"Thank you," she said and placed the napkin in her lap. "I . . . I guess it was just one of those things, you know? We spent lots of time together as couples and were all fond of one another."

"This John . . . is it John Karras?"

"Yes . . . but please don't breathe a word to anyone. Swear to me Leigh, please?"

"It's safe with me, Gabby."

"You didn't swear, " Gabby said as her mascara began to run.

"I swear," Leigh said, dabbing at Gabby's eyes with a tissue.

"Okay . . . thanks," she sniffled and managed to continue. "Donna, John's wife was in the hospital, she'd had problems with the delivery of her second child . . . that would be Amy. I don't know if you recall any of this, but she had to remain there for observation for about a week."

"I do remember that," Leigh said quietly although her eyes had widened.

"So, being the good neighbor, I prepared dinner and invited John to join us. We did this two nights in a row then Jeff had to go out of town on a business trip for three days. I volunteered to bring dinner over to John and he said something like, 'Only if you dine with me.' Of course I did. One thing led to the next and he was telling me how long it had been since he'd gotten laid and the next thing I knew I was straddling him as he sat in the dining room chair."

"Your nipples are aroused," he said and then kissed me. "I had been waiting for him to make the first move for ages. The feeling of his kiss was sensational Leigh. I couldn't believe it, any of it."

Leigh licked her lips in anticipation of the torrid story to come. Gabby ignored her martini and took a long swallow from her water, then continued.

"He went for my blouse and began unbuttoning it. I could feel him growing bigger against my crotch where I sat on top of him. Leigh, you wouldn't believe how wet I was. And when he tossed my bra aside I told him wait, that I wanted to . . . to feed him my breast."

Leigh wiped her brow with her napkin, took a sip of her drink and breathed slowly through her mouth.

"And as he suckled me I felt my nipples harden into little rocks, especially when he tongued them. I wanted him to chew them off and couldn't keep still so I squirmed against his hardon. I realized I was losing control and pulled away, but I was still pressing against his cock.

"What's wrong," he asked. He . . . seemed so innocent."

"They're so sensitive, you know?" I managed to tell him.

"Do they hurt?"

"No," I peeped. "Just sensitive."

"Am I hurting you?"

"No," I whispered.

"John changed tactics then and began licking those traitorous nipples in turn. Of course, this only served to intensify my squirming against him. He went back to suckling and I was lost. He cupped both my breasts and smiled at me. That smile . . . Oh, Christ! After that I was almost there."

"My hands left the back of the chair and wrapped around his neck forcing his face hard against a breast. Suddenly I thought I was convulsing as I bucked and churned my pussy against his cock and screamed his name. I came hard. It took some time to recover. I recall he stared at me at a while, then I was working his zipper down and drawing out his magnificent tool."

"He's big then?"

"Oh, yes he is. Long and thick!"

"God!"

"I remember saying, 'Please!' as I hiked my skirt up and wrenched my undies aside and guided him in.

"Jesus, Mary and Joseph, this is hot," Leigh said. "Now I'm squirming too. If you could see the sparkle in your eyes Gabby . . ."

"Scare the shit out of me 'eh?"

"Probably so . . . and?"

"I began to ride his pole. Oh, it was a fucking pole all right and he adjusted his angle and penetrated to my cervix. I lost control and pounded up and down until I came again. Let me tell you, it was the greatest orgasm I've ever had. Nothing can even come close."

"Somewhere along the way John came too. I don't recollect, I was simply thrashing up and down and sideways coming and coming and coming."

"We rested without changing position. His cock remained inside me and when I whispered, 'Suck me some more,' I sensed him growing erect again and screamed, 'YES!' "

"And he did suck those titties of mine, Jesus, Leigh they were sore for a week afterward."

"That was some story."

"There's more."

"Oh, God!" And Leigh's hand moved below the table.

"Yes he worked my titties something fierce while I guess I just sat there breathing hard. Then he started fucking me and I was moving up and down again, although very slowly. Until he said, 'Come on Gabriela, ride my cock!' "

"I went crazy, it turns out I love it when he talks dirty to me. No one ever did that before."

"Ride it girl!" He yelled.

"Don't you just love fucking my dick with your twat?" He asked and before I could answer he screamed, "Oh, yeah . . . fuck me Gabby!"

"All I could manage to say was, 'Yeah!' and increase my pace."

"I can't hear you," he said, tormenting me. My head was lolling back and forth like a puppet waiting for its master to pull the strings."

He lifted me up and flopped out of me. I cried at the loss."

"Want it back?" He asked.

"Yes!"

"I can't hear you," he teased.

"Put it back in me . . . please?"

"You want to come again?" He still held me aloft.

"Please . . . yes I want to come," I begged. And he lowered me down.

"Put it back where it belongs," he growled. And I did."

"Going to come on my cock again?"

"Oh, yeah," I said already pumping faster and faster. I was getting there."

"Come on Gabby, grind that cunt against me."

"I did."

"Feel it? Do you feel my prick inside you?"

"God yes!" I was panting like a dog by then. Meekly I replied, "You fill me up!"

"Squeeze it baby, use those muscles down there and give my prick a good squeeze."

"I tried, Leigh, God knows I tried. I was never too good at that. No one had ever coaxed me that way before. So I really tried, but I didn't do very well."

"It takes lots of practice, Gabby," Leigh said in a consoling manner.

"Oh, I CAN do it now! Give me half a chance and I'll strangle the damn thing!"

Both women laughed at this and they took a moment to sip their martinis.

"Then he caught me by surprise and lifted me up and carried me to the bedroom. He was still inside me and to this day I still marvel at it."

Leigh was touching herself under the table, unable to control the itch in her pussy. Gabby watched with interest to see how far she might go.

"Shall I continue?" She asked Leigh.

Humbly, Leigh replied, "Yes, please do."

"Are you going to come without me?" Gabby teased.

"My money says you've already come and probably more than once," Leigh said and was not able to hold back a grunt.

"Don't be so fucking obvious about it Leigh. Everyone will know what you're doing. Try squeezing your legs together. It takes longer, but you'll get there eventually. But to answer your question, once anyway," Gabby laughed.

"You can be such a cruel bitch at times, you know? But you're right." And she brought her hand back onto the table. "I'd blame it on the drinks, but you know me better than that."

"Hey, when you're hot, you're hot," Gabby smiled. "Are you thinking about that mystery man?"

"God, you're so fucking intuitive! Yes, I was! Happy?"

They were quiet and reflective after Leigh's outburst. Then Leigh broke the silence. "You probably made the whole damn story up just to get me aroused."

"No. It's true. I swear it."

"Really?"

"Ummmm. He dropped me on the bed and fell out of me."

"I'm squeezing hard Gabby."

"Good. Anyway, I ripped off my clothes and he did the same. He grabbed my legs and spread me like I was a wishbone, and maybe I was. His cock went in to the hilt. It actually hurt a little and I moaned in pain not lust, but he took it for passion and a moment or so later I didn't care because I was coming big time!"

"I think your suggestion has some merit Gabby."

"Keep squeezing girl. Just think you're getting off and no one except yours truly has any idea. Isn't that fun?"

"Mmmmmm, yes!"

"Leigh? Have you ever had your tits fucked? You know where he puts his thing between them and fucks away and if you're clever you can lick it on the upstroke."

Leigh flushed.

"Coming honey?" Gabby inquired.

"Not yet. But you reminded me of the time . . . well yes --- I have been . . . tit-fucked as you so quaintly put it."

"Like it?"

"Loved it!" She hissed. "Getting closer."

"Well John fucked my little titties."

"Come on, Leigh said, laughingly disguising a groan, they're not so little."

"Thank you kind lady, but face it, they are rather smallish. Nice, of course and some have even said, 'to die for,' but knockers they're not. The thing of it was that because they were smallish, the cleft, or cleavage between them received most of the rubbing sensations and that . . . that was wonderful."

"I could feel every inch of his cock sliding in and out between them." Gabby actually moaned slightly as recalled those rapturous feeling once again."

Meanwhile, Leigh's hand was below the table again, rubbing furiously at herself. She sputtered slightly as she got off, although her hand knocked hard against the table. Gabby covered for her by dropping her water glass on the floor.

Moments later everything was normal again.

"Did you ever, during this entire escapade," Leigh said, ignoring the fact that she had just masturbated in front of her friend, "think of your husband, your poor husband?"

"Not once," Gabby replied, choosing not to mention what had just happened. "Oh, later the self-recriminations hit home. But I got over them. I had too, after all I was desperate to see John again and we did have a couple days left to us."

"I know you've finished this . . .tale, but could you fill in the missing details for me?

"Sure, but there's not much left to tell. John wasn't content with just fucking my tits. He reached back and put his middle finger into me, found my clit with his thumb and off I went again, only this time we seemed to come together. He gave me a pearl necklace."

"That's lovely, but what does jewelry have to do with getting laid?"

Gabby giggled. "Silly, that's a means of describing his ejaculation. He came all over my neck, get it? A pearl necklace?"

"Ohhhh, how dumb I am."

"Never heard that expression before?"

"Nope, never."

"Well, stranger things have happened."

Leigh signaled for the check and while they waited Gabby concluded the tale.

"We were like a honeymoon couple for several days. Even when his wife returned home, we found opportunities using my place. Then when my beloved returned from his trip we cooled it, only meeting sporadically. But I found I had a need for sex and gradually met other men. I just can't satisfy this . . . craving. That's why I was so interested in your mystery man."