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Mark kissed his wife on her lips and I was shocked when I saw his tongue slipping into her mouth. She responded by sucking on it as she plastered her curvy body against his. I was shocked because I felt that it was hardly the kind of kiss a man should give his wife in front of someone else. Don't get me wrong I'm not a prude but I believed that sex is for the bedroom and not for public consumption. I suppose that part of my problem was that the passionate kiss made me think of all the kisses I wasn't getting as my husband had left me for another woman.

Despite being deeply embarrassed I could not suppress arousal flooding through my body as they continued kissing, as if I wasn’t there.

Mark and Lorna are my closest friends, both are very good looking, and just about the nicest people one could wish to know. I love them both dearly and they have been my anchor during the distressing time I’d gone through having to adjust to being dumped.

I did try to avert my gaze but a naughty impulse compelled me to watch them. It was as if I was in the grip of dark forces. I despised myself for feeling jealous and being so wicked as to wish that it was I being kissed so ardently and I was shocked to discover that my nipples had become hard and were tingling as they rubbed against the material of my blouse.

Mark's hands had grasped his wife's buttocks and were kneading them forcibly, as they continued their torrid kiss. Finally they broke apart and I blushed when I saw a large bulge distending the front of his trousers. I found myself wondering what he would be like in bed and felt the gusset of my panties becoming damp as I pictured myself making love with him. I felt disgusted and deeply ashamed to be thinking about him, in that way, and would have liked to flee but knew that it would be rude. She has been my best friend since we were teenagers.

They'd invited me to spend the weekend with them. I was still depressed and I knew that Lorna had decided that she was going to make it her crusade to get me back on my feet again. She’s a sensitive soul and I was surprised that she didn’t realise that seeing two people so much in love made me feel even worse.

Lunch was delightful. I had a little too much of the sparkling wine but, even though it made me feel light-headed, it made me feel happier and more relaxed than I'd felt for a long time. Mark and Lorna were very attentive and made sure I was included in the conversation but they could hardly keep their hands off each other's bodies. Whenever they thought I couldn't see, they'd touch each other sexually. At one point I even saw her grip his erection, through his trousers, under the table while his hand was buried between her spread thighs.

Despite my moral misgivings I could not restrain the growing sexual arousal which was gripping my body.

When we’d finished eating Lorna cleared the table and disappeared inside the house to make coffee. I'd offered to help but she told me I was a guest and should relax and enjoy myself. I went outside to sit on a bench, from which I could admire the lush garden. The sun was hot and the alcohol coursed through my blood making me feel sleepy. Mark refilled my glass and handed it to me and I realised he was staring at me. Following the direction of his eyes I saw that my blouse had billowed away from my chest so that he could see almost all of my breasts because he was standing and I was seated. I wasn’t wearing a bra which made it worse.

I was embarrassed but, at the same time, felt an increased rush of sexual arousal, mixing with my embarrassment sweep through me like an electric charge. I blushed as those earlier lecherous thoughts flooded back into my head. I didn't dare allow him to know how sexily he was affecting me. I refused to look at him but did nothing to conceal my cleavage. Mark sat down on the edge of the bench. He said that he and Lorna were very worried about me and that they wanted to help me. He stopped talking and kissed me full on the lips. The kiss was gentle, at first, then it seemed to ignite a banked-up fire within me and liquid heat flowed through my frustrated body and I lost control. I shocked myself by responding so eagerly and brazenly that I used my tongue to battle his.
Passion, heat and alcohol merged to make me feel helpless and unable to break away. I was extremely aroused which is no surprise because it had been almost a year since I’d had any kind of sex. A small voice, seeming to lurk in the back of my head, tried to remind me that Mark was Lorna's husband and that he was off-limits but my hands, as if acting of their own accord, were gripping him tightly to stop him from moving away. Mark's body was hard, firmly muscled and my hands slid up his back, hugging him to me. It had been a long time since I'd held a man's body in my arms and even then it had felt nothing like as good as Mark's.

The prolonged kiss had a weird, dizzying effect on my body. I felt my nipples hardening even more while love juices started to flow out of my sex causing my panties to become soaked. There seemed to be a kind of sexual vibration humming in my body which kept me on the edge of lustful insanity. Mark's hands cupped my breasts and, since I wasn't wearing a bra, it was easy for him to strum the hard nipples, with his fingertips through the thin material of my blouse. His touch made the nipples tingle and send messages to my clitoris so that it almost felt as if he was strumming my love bud. I felt one of his hand undoing the buttons of my blouse and knew that I must do something to stop this madness but, once again, the resolve was defeated by my growing lust.

Mark broke contact, our lips clinging for an instant before parting, and his hands cupped my naked breasts. He bent down and licked one of the nipples and it felt as if it was being subjected to a wonderful heat. His tongue licked around and around, flicking the nipple from side to side, and waves of hot arousal streaked from my breast to my clitoris and back again. I was helpless and even the small voice had faded away leaving me completely in the grip of feverish lust.

His hand squeezed my naked breasts while his lips moved from one nipple to the other, then back to the first one. He licked and sucked my tingling nipples until I was wildly writhing and moaning with pleasure and could feel an orgasm gathering real strength somewhere in my womb. He took my right hand and placed it against the front of his trousers. I'm ashamed to confess that unasked I squeezed the bulge then traced the length of the swollen shaft until my fingertips closed around the head of his penis, squeezing it repeatedly. His penis seemed to come alive, like a dormant animal, and I felt it expand even more as it began to throb against my fingers. I whimpered with pleasure as I felt his fingers pull down the zip of his trousers. My hand automatically slipped inside his open fly and encountered crisp pubic hair. He wasn't wearing any underpants. My body was humming with lustful excitement when my hand closed around the hot shaft of his penis. I started pumping my hand up and down his shaft, while he continued sucking my nipples. He reached under my skirt and pushed the gusset of my soaked panties aside. One of his fingers dipped into my wet sex probing and teasing my aroused flesh until I thought I'd lose my mind. Incredible sensations overwhelmed me when he started to work on my clitoris. He quickly brought me to the brink of an orgasm. I was squirming and writhing, my hand still gripping his tool like a drowning person grips a buoy.

Suddenly Mark pulled his hand away from my sex, and his mouth from my breasts. I moaned with disappointment when he rose to his feet and stood beside the bench. His large erection was sticking straight out, of his fly. His penis was longer and thicker than my ex-husband's and I couldn't take my eyes off it as it twitched and a small globule of clear liquid popped out of the small slit. He swiftly got rid of his clothes. Holding his penis, near the base, he stroked it lewdly as he pushed the head against my startled mouth. It seemed the most natural thing in the world to take the head, and a couple of inches, into my open mouth and start sucking. I was utterly shocked by my wanton reaction which was so unlike me!

Mark reached down and pulled my blouse off followed by my skirt and panties. I was left stark naked, with his hard tool gently seesawing in and out of my mouth and the hot sunshine washing over us.

I don't know how but suddenly I felt that we were no longer alone. It brought me back to earth and the wild dizziness and overwhelming passion, which had overcome me and had driven any semblance of moral or logical thought or action out of my head, seemed to evaporate. Hurriedly I pulled back. Mark's penis left my mouth, with a loud suction sound. Scared witless I looked at Lorna and braced myself for her anger. I was startled to discover that she was as naked as her husband and I. She'd sat down in a chair opposite us, one leg propped up on the armrest, and was lewdly stroking her sex. I saw her fingers disappear inside her vagina and Mark took advantage of my distraction. Before I could stop him he'd pushed his penis back into my mouth.

Knowing that Lorna was watching suddenly added another element to my arousal. I felt completely depraved and wicked but it was a really wonderful feeling. Giving up any effort to figure out what was going on I sucked more of Marks' tool inside my mouth, in a burst of enthusiastic lustiness. It wasn't till she knelt between us and started licking her husband's testicles, as his tool seesawed in and out of my mouth that I realised that maybe Lorna had set this situation up.

I no longer cared and soon we were swapping places. I licked and sucked on his testicles while she licked his shaft and knob then we changed and his tool was once more ploughing into my mouth. I nearly jumped out of my skin when her hands cupped my breasts. Her fingers grasped my nipples and squeezed them. She seemed to be tuned to my soaring passion. A little while later her mouth released her husband's tool and Lorna pushed me backwards so that I was stretched out on the seat of the bench.

Acting in unison the couple lifted my legs up in the air and spread them wide apart, lewdly exposing my sex. I might have been in the grip of insane lust but, even then, I couldn't stop myself blushing again as my friends looked down, studying my exposed sex. I heard her tell Mark to lick it and he knelt down. His mouth came in contact with my pussy and his tongue stroked along the lips which easily parted and allowed the tip to slip deep inside my wetness. The tongue twirled round and round finding hidden recesses, which had never been touched so sexily before. It was no wonder that I was moaning as if in pain but really because the pleasure was so intense that I had to release the pressure somehow.

While he was doing this his wife had cupped my heaving breasts in her hands and was using her mouth on my nipples. Her touch was even more arousing than her husband's revealing the knowledge only a woman can have about another woman's body. The naughty pair soon had me writhing and moaning like a wild woman feeling as if my body was going to burst if I didn't climax soon.

Mark's long tongue moved to my erect clit, as he slipped three bunched fingers deep inside my sex sheath moving them in and out, as if they were his tool. At the same time he was teasing my erect clit with his agile tongue. The combination of the triple offensive on my body had me squirming and shrieking like a wild woman. The vibrating action of his tongue, on my clitoris, caused me to unashamedly cry out in ecstasy. I lifted my bottom off the seat so that I could rub my pussy on his face. I don't think that I'd ever been more aroused in my life or more uninhibited. My streaming pussy was clasping the fingers like a vice as I felt a huge pressure building at the back of my pussy and in my womb.

Suddenly Mark pulled his face away from my pussy, even though I tried to clamp my thighs around his head to keep it wedged against me. I saw that his face was glistening with my love juices. He licked his lips while his wife licked his fingers. Watching another woman so obviously enjoying the taste of my sex juices made me feel both weird and extremely aroused.

Lorna kept my legs up in the air, with one hand, while her hand clasped her husband's tool guiding the flared head against my pussy. As soon as my vaginal lips closed round the head he started to pump his penis inside me hard. He swivelled his hips, building up speed, as his penis rooted further and further inside my sex. Lorna had located my clitoris and was gently strumming it, with her fingers, as her husband pumped his hard penis in and out of my pussy like a well oiled piston.

I responded wildly, humping my pussy up to meet each thrust of his hard tool, encouraging him to stick it as far into me as it could get. While her husband was slamming his large tool into my welcoming pussy Lorna knelt on the seat straddling me, one leg either side of my body. She pushed her pussy into her husband's face while her fingers continued to strum my clitoris, in time with his thrusts. I watched as her taut bottom pumped, her buttocks clenching and relaxing, and it looked as if she was screwing herself on her husband's tongue as he pushed it deep inside her pussy. Mark never stopped ramming his large tool into my pulsing pussy as she continued rolling my engorged clit between her fingertips. The erotic sight and the delirious sensations being generated in my pussy had me soaring to a state of pure ecstasy. Rocking my pelvis up and down, to meet the hard thrusts, I squeezed my breasts and pinched my nipples. There was something incredibly satisfying about the mixture of pain and pleasure. My head was tossing from side to side. I was gasping for air but I never wanted it to stop.

I don't know who came first. I don't even remember slipping over the edge of sanity into a maelstrom of exquisite, soaring sensations which blotted out everything else. I believe that I heard Lorna shriek with ecstasy and deduced that she must have been climaxing at the same time as I. Seconds later Mark buried his entire tool into my climaxing pussy and kept it there. I realised that he was filling it with his sperm when I felt some of it slipping out and trickling down into the crack of my bottom. The idea that his sperm was pumping into me added another level to my excitement and I almost blacked out as I was overwhelmed with the most powerful and consuming orgasm I'd ever experienced. It was like being in an earth quake and my body shook all over, as my pussy clung to the spurting tool for dear life.

The sexy couple collapsed on top of me. I saw Mark kiss his wife and could almost feel the love which flowed between them. I was moved as I realised that they were so kind that they'd graciously allowed me to share their love and lovemaking. He rolled away and Lorna grasped my buttocks, in her hands, and pulled until my bottom was resting on the edge of the seat. She pushed my thighs wide apart and slipped her head between them. Her fingers grasped my pubic lips and pulled them wide apart. Her long tongue slipped all the way inside the open hole as her top lip nudged my engorged clit. It had happened so quickly that I'd had no chance to defend myself.

Once her tongue started scooping out her husband's sperm, from deep inside my sex, I no longer wanted her to stop. My pussy tingled with renewed passion as her tongue kept on pushing and shoving its way inside my love tunnel. The quicker her tongue moved in and out, in search of sperm, the more excitement rippled through my body.

I could hardly believe that it was happening. I was letting another woman use her mouth on my pussy after her husband had screwed me.

Lorna brought me to the brink of another orgasm then suddenly pulled back. She said that she wanted me to do the same to her. She swiftly swivelled around. Leaning over me, with her head between my thighs, her pussy was only inches above my face. I felt her tongue recommence its stroking inside my open pussy. Shutting my eyes I stuck my tongue out and allowed it to make its first contact with another woman's pussy but soon our tongues were sliding and penetrating each other's pussies. We matched stroke for stroke, driving each other to passionate heights.

Lorna couldn't stand the excitement of having a virgin female lover working on her sex for long and she climaxed. Her pussy slithered repeatedly over my mouth as her inner muscles relaxed and allowed her sex juices to flow freely into my mouth. My tongue continued to slide vigorously in and out of her climaxing pussy as I sipped the captivating droplets of delicious love juice. Her sex rippled and clung to my tongue like fingers so that it felt as if it was going to be ripped at the root, by the time she'd finished climaxing.

I fell back; gasping for breath, at last able to concentrate on what she was still doing to me. A few decisive strokes of her tongue and I was also climaxing as she rotated her tongue inside my spasming pussy, keeping my excitement at peak intensity for a very long time.

When it had faded she twisted and lay next to me. We clung to each other with our sweaty bodies glued together and I knew that everything would turn out okay. I kissed her on the lips and thanked her for having opened sexual horizons I'd never dreamt existed and reminding me that life was for living. The rest of that weekend was an odyssey through all the wonderful sexual territories one could imagine or had heard off.

It was just before I was due to leave that they asked me whether I would be a surrogate mother for them. I was shocked but, at the same, time not as shocked as I would have been at the start of the weekend. They explained that they desperately wanted a baby but Lorna couldn’t have children and they couldn’t think of anybody more suited to have their child as they both loved me dearly. I left promising to think about it and get back to them.

As I drove home the idea of Mark fathering a baby with me grew more and more attractive and two days later I phoned them and agreed. For the next six weeks I moved in with them and we had sex continuously. Lorna was always part of it and, when I did conceive, it felt as if they had both created the baby which grew in my womb. It was a girl, Kathy, and, since I spent all my weekends with them, I had no trouble handing her over to Lorna. Mind you one of the reasons could have been that Mark and I are very busy trying to give Kathy a brother or sister.