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Donna had called, Becca, my wife to report that the showerhead in her shower had fallen off. Becca quickly dispatched me next door to help fix the issue, because I was such a great handyman.
I knew instinctively, before I even showed up next door, what the real deal problem was. Donna’s husband was gone on an extended business trip and Donna was wanting more than her shower knob fixed.
I knocked on the door. I could see Donna approaching, wrapped in a terry-cloth towel, her hair dripping wet. Donna opened the front door and smiled.
“The shower is still on and this happens,” she remarked, holding out her hand, and showing me the shower knob. I headed for the master bath, Donna following me. I opened the shower stall door and slipped the knob over the brass fitting and attempted to turn it. The knob spun in my hand.
I looked at Donna, who was standing behind me, smiling.
“Where is the set screw?” I asked.
“The what?” Donna shot back.
“The set screw,” I inquired. Donna didn’t have a clue as to what I was talking about, so I did my best to explain to her what a set screw was and how it held the shower knob in place. Donna said she had no idea where the set screw was located.
“I might have one in my tool box,” I remarked. I headed back next door. Becca was still in the kitchen, cooking as I walked through towards our garage.
“Did you get it fixed?” Becca asked.
“No,” I replied, I need a set screw.”
“What’s a set screw?” Becca asked.
“It hold the knob in place so they you can turn the water on and off,” I replied.
“Do you have one?” Becca asked.
“I think I do, but if not, I know that Home Depot does,” I replied.
I rummaged through my screw box and found several screws hat I was sure would do the job. I rushed back next door, screw driver and set screws in hand. None of them worked. I looked at Donna and apologized.
I headed out to the outside meter and shut off the water to the house, as Donna rummaged through her refrigerator. I stepped back in and explained that the water would have to stay off for the evening, since the hardware store was probably already closed. Donna was not too pleased.
“How do I cook with no water?” she asked. I took a deep breath and called Becca.
“Donna is coming for dinner,” I told Becca, explaining the predicament. Becca was perfectly fine with the invitation. Donna gave me a hug and thanked me for the kindness. “I don’t know how to repay you,” she remarked.
“I’m sure you’ll come up with something,” I replied, proffering a wink. I retreated back to the house.
Donna came over after about an hour.. The three of us sat and enjoyed a nice dinner together on our patio. As was our custom, I popped open a bottle of Lambrusco after dinner and invited Donna to join Becca and I for some drinks. At first, Donna declined, but Becca insisted.
We chatted about everything possible. Somehow, we got on the topic of sexual fantasies and Becca disclosed my fantasy of wanting to participate in a threesome.
“So what’s stopping you?” Donna inquired.
Becca was quick to answer. “Me,” she replied.
“So you don’t want to oblige a fantasy?” Donna pressed.
“No, “ Becca responded, “I don’t mind obliging the fantasy, but I want to know make sure it is on my terms.”
“What are your terms?” Donna pressed.
“I have to be the one in control,” Becca responded, “and I am picky.”
Donna pressed, “So what exactly would you want your hubby’s partner be like?”
Becca thought for a second.
“I don’t know,” Becca responded. “I guess I’d want her to be secure in her own relationship.”
Donna pressed even harder. “Are you bi?” she asked.
“I don’t know,” Becca replied. “No one has showed any interest in me.”
Donna slid across the wooden bench on which we sat both sat and leaned in towards Becca, sandwiching Becca between myself and Donna. I placed my hand on Becca’s thigh and Donna did the same.
“Ok, you two,” Becca remarked. We were all pretty tipsy at this point.
Donna slid her hand further up Becca’s thigh. I could tell Becca was getting turned on, because she made no attempt to stop Donna’s advances and there was no mistaking the unique smell of my wife when she was turned on.
Again, we were all pretty tipsy. I turned Becca on the bench, so that her back was to me and she faced Donna. I slipped my hands under Becca’s shirt and up to her boobs. She lowered her head and said nothing as I teasingly played with her breasts through the cottony fabric of her bra. as she faced our neighbor. Donna unbuttoned Becca’s shirt.
“Can I feel them?” Donna asked.
Becca moaned a soft inaudible response. I unfastened Becca’s bra and slipped the straps from her shoulders, and past her elbows. Becca slipped out of her bra. She had perfectly shaped 38C cup breasts and her nipples were strong and pointy, setting on the very end of her luscious globes. I playfully teased them with my fingers as Donna placed her hands on top of mine. I pulled Becca’s long brown hair to the side and gently kissed her neck. Her neck was her weakness.
Donna leaned forward and gently kissed Becca on her lips. Becca again moaned and hummed in approval, as I worked my way along Becca's neck.
Donna took Becca by the hand and they stood. Becca said nothing, but stepped over the bench on which the three of us sat. I followed the two of them into the house and straight to our master bedroom. Along the way, all three of us lost our clothes.
Becca climbed on to our bed. Donna was right behind her.
Becca lie back on our bed as Donna began to slowly cover her body with kisses. Becca turned and looked at me. She grabbed my cock and began to playfully tease me, slipping her lips over the end of my it, even as Donna ravaged her body.
Donna had her fingers buried deep into Becca’s swollen pussy. I reached out and slipped a finger into Donna’s pussy. Donna spun around and grabbed my balls, holding on to them as Becca continued her oral pleasuring. The two of them took turns sucking on my cock. I knew I wasn’t going to be able to hold back.
Pre-cum streamed from the tip end and then suddenly, without warning, I could feel a familiar tightness. My first shot of cum went right over Becca’s head, some of it landing in her hair. She quickly got on me, taking in my second spurt and a then a third one. She turned and showed her capture to Donna. Donna quickly pressed her lips to Becca’s and robbed her of some of my spillage. Becca gleefully wiped the residuals from her chin, using her fingers, and then politely fed it to Donna.
The two of them fed off each other. It was like they had choreographed every move. Donna spread Becca’s legs and proceeded to do unspeakable things to my wife. Becca had no objections. Within minutes, Becca was in the throes of an uncontrollable orgasm. She shook and trembled unlike any time I had ever seen her. She clasped her hands between her legs and begged Donna to stop.
Donna flipped on to her back. Becca wasted no time in reciprocating. Watching my wife pleasure another women was almost more than I could stand. My erection quickly returned, as Donna wrapped her fingers around the shaft of my cock, while Becca lapped at the pussy juices flowing from our neighbor’s pussy. I looked at Becca. She nodded her head in approval. I didn’t even have to ask. I slipped my cock into Donna’s pussy.
“Oh . . my . .fucking . . gawd!” Donna breathlessly exclaimed as I pumped my steel rod in and out of her swollen pussy. Becca offered me her tongue as I pummeled our neighbor’s pussy. I didn’t think it would be possible to have a second nut, but I did. I unloaded what was left inside of me deep into Donna’s pussy. She screamed in obvious delight as I unloaded. White stuff spilled from her pussy. She couldn’t hold it.
Becca scooped up the spillage, using her fingers and proceeded to place it into her mouth. She then leaned forward and shared her prize with Donna.
I was spent. I rolled off of Donna and on to the side of the bed. Becca took up where I left off. Using her tongue and her fingers, she brought Donna to a crescendo of a climax, Donna bucking wildly on the bed as orgasm after orgasm rolled through her body.
I closed my eyes and that was the last thing I remembered. I woke up and looked at the clock. It was 3am. Both Donna and Becca lie naked beside me. I pulled the sheets over the three of us and closed my eyes.
I woke to the sound of the shower. Donna was still laying naked next to me, so I quickly surmised that it was Becca that was in the shower. I slipped from the bed and into the bathroom. Becca beamed from the shower. “Fucking Italian wine,” she remarked.
I opened the shower door and stepped in. We kissed. I felt like the most lucky husband in the world. I turned the shower knob and surprisingly, it fell off in my hand. I watched as the set screw bounced on the shower floor and fell into a hole in the drain cover. I looked at Becca. She smiled. “Fucking set screw,” she remarked.
I had to laugh . . .
I knew instinctively, before I even showed up next door, what the real deal problem was. Donna’s husband was gone on an extended business trip and Donna was wanting more than her shower knob fixed.
I knocked on the door. I could see Donna approaching, wrapped in a terry-cloth towel, her hair dripping wet. Donna opened the front door and smiled.
“The shower is still on and this happens,” she remarked, holding out her hand, and showing me the shower knob. I headed for the master bath, Donna following me. I opened the shower stall door and slipped the knob over the brass fitting and attempted to turn it. The knob spun in my hand.
I looked at Donna, who was standing behind me, smiling.
“Where is the set screw?” I asked.
“The what?” Donna shot back.
“The set screw,” I inquired. Donna didn’t have a clue as to what I was talking about, so I did my best to explain to her what a set screw was and how it held the shower knob in place. Donna said she had no idea where the set screw was located.
“I might have one in my tool box,” I remarked. I headed back next door. Becca was still in the kitchen, cooking as I walked through towards our garage.
“Did you get it fixed?” Becca asked.
“No,” I replied, I need a set screw.”
“What’s a set screw?” Becca asked.
“It hold the knob in place so they you can turn the water on and off,” I replied.
“Do you have one?” Becca asked.
“I think I do, but if not, I know that Home Depot does,” I replied.
I rummaged through my screw box and found several screws hat I was sure would do the job. I rushed back next door, screw driver and set screws in hand. None of them worked. I looked at Donna and apologized.
I headed out to the outside meter and shut off the water to the house, as Donna rummaged through her refrigerator. I stepped back in and explained that the water would have to stay off for the evening, since the hardware store was probably already closed. Donna was not too pleased.
“How do I cook with no water?” she asked. I took a deep breath and called Becca.
“Donna is coming for dinner,” I told Becca, explaining the predicament. Becca was perfectly fine with the invitation. Donna gave me a hug and thanked me for the kindness. “I don’t know how to repay you,” she remarked.
“I’m sure you’ll come up with something,” I replied, proffering a wink. I retreated back to the house.
Donna came over after about an hour.. The three of us sat and enjoyed a nice dinner together on our patio. As was our custom, I popped open a bottle of Lambrusco after dinner and invited Donna to join Becca and I for some drinks. At first, Donna declined, but Becca insisted.
We chatted about everything possible. Somehow, we got on the topic of sexual fantasies and Becca disclosed my fantasy of wanting to participate in a threesome.
“So what’s stopping you?” Donna inquired.
Becca was quick to answer. “Me,” she replied.
“So you don’t want to oblige a fantasy?” Donna pressed.
“No, “ Becca responded, “I don’t mind obliging the fantasy, but I want to know make sure it is on my terms.”
“What are your terms?” Donna pressed.
“I have to be the one in control,” Becca responded, “and I am picky.”
Donna pressed, “So what exactly would you want your hubby’s partner be like?”
Becca thought for a second.
“I don’t know,” Becca responded. “I guess I’d want her to be secure in her own relationship.”
Donna pressed even harder. “Are you bi?” she asked.
“I don’t know,” Becca replied. “No one has showed any interest in me.”
Donna slid across the wooden bench on which we sat both sat and leaned in towards Becca, sandwiching Becca between myself and Donna. I placed my hand on Becca’s thigh and Donna did the same.
“Ok, you two,” Becca remarked. We were all pretty tipsy at this point.
Donna slid her hand further up Becca’s thigh. I could tell Becca was getting turned on, because she made no attempt to stop Donna’s advances and there was no mistaking the unique smell of my wife when she was turned on.
Again, we were all pretty tipsy. I turned Becca on the bench, so that her back was to me and she faced Donna. I slipped my hands under Becca’s shirt and up to her boobs. She lowered her head and said nothing as I teasingly played with her breasts through the cottony fabric of her bra. as she faced our neighbor. Donna unbuttoned Becca’s shirt.
“Can I feel them?” Donna asked.
Becca moaned a soft inaudible response. I unfastened Becca’s bra and slipped the straps from her shoulders, and past her elbows. Becca slipped out of her bra. She had perfectly shaped 38C cup breasts and her nipples were strong and pointy, setting on the very end of her luscious globes. I playfully teased them with my fingers as Donna placed her hands on top of mine. I pulled Becca’s long brown hair to the side and gently kissed her neck. Her neck was her weakness.
Donna leaned forward and gently kissed Becca on her lips. Becca again moaned and hummed in approval, as I worked my way along Becca's neck.
Donna took Becca by the hand and they stood. Becca said nothing, but stepped over the bench on which the three of us sat. I followed the two of them into the house and straight to our master bedroom. Along the way, all three of us lost our clothes.
Becca climbed on to our bed. Donna was right behind her.
Becca lie back on our bed as Donna began to slowly cover her body with kisses. Becca turned and looked at me. She grabbed my cock and began to playfully tease me, slipping her lips over the end of my it, even as Donna ravaged her body.
Donna had her fingers buried deep into Becca’s swollen pussy. I reached out and slipped a finger into Donna’s pussy. Donna spun around and grabbed my balls, holding on to them as Becca continued her oral pleasuring. The two of them took turns sucking on my cock. I knew I wasn’t going to be able to hold back.
Pre-cum streamed from the tip end and then suddenly, without warning, I could feel a familiar tightness. My first shot of cum went right over Becca’s head, some of it landing in her hair. She quickly got on me, taking in my second spurt and a then a third one. She turned and showed her capture to Donna. Donna quickly pressed her lips to Becca’s and robbed her of some of my spillage. Becca gleefully wiped the residuals from her chin, using her fingers, and then politely fed it to Donna.
The two of them fed off each other. It was like they had choreographed every move. Donna spread Becca’s legs and proceeded to do unspeakable things to my wife. Becca had no objections. Within minutes, Becca was in the throes of an uncontrollable orgasm. She shook and trembled unlike any time I had ever seen her. She clasped her hands between her legs and begged Donna to stop.
Donna flipped on to her back. Becca wasted no time in reciprocating. Watching my wife pleasure another women was almost more than I could stand. My erection quickly returned, as Donna wrapped her fingers around the shaft of my cock, while Becca lapped at the pussy juices flowing from our neighbor’s pussy. I looked at Becca. She nodded her head in approval. I didn’t even have to ask. I slipped my cock into Donna’s pussy.
“Oh . . my . .fucking . . gawd!” Donna breathlessly exclaimed as I pumped my steel rod in and out of her swollen pussy. Becca offered me her tongue as I pummeled our neighbor’s pussy. I didn’t think it would be possible to have a second nut, but I did. I unloaded what was left inside of me deep into Donna’s pussy. She screamed in obvious delight as I unloaded. White stuff spilled from her pussy. She couldn’t hold it.
Becca scooped up the spillage, using her fingers and proceeded to place it into her mouth. She then leaned forward and shared her prize with Donna.
I was spent. I rolled off of Donna and on to the side of the bed. Becca took up where I left off. Using her tongue and her fingers, she brought Donna to a crescendo of a climax, Donna bucking wildly on the bed as orgasm after orgasm rolled through her body.
I closed my eyes and that was the last thing I remembered. I woke up and looked at the clock. It was 3am. Both Donna and Becca lie naked beside me. I pulled the sheets over the three of us and closed my eyes.
I woke to the sound of the shower. Donna was still laying naked next to me, so I quickly surmised that it was Becca that was in the shower. I slipped from the bed and into the bathroom. Becca beamed from the shower. “Fucking Italian wine,” she remarked.
I opened the shower door and stepped in. We kissed. I felt like the most lucky husband in the world. I turned the shower knob and surprisingly, it fell off in my hand. I watched as the set screw bounced on the shower floor and fell into a hole in the drain cover. I looked at Becca. She smiled. “Fucking set screw,” she remarked.
I had to laugh . . .
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